<?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-20112978</id><updated>2012-01-27T17:58:03.463+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Tale of the galloping Turtles</title><subtitle type='html'>Every man's life is a fairy-tale written by God's fingers. 
-Han's Christian Andersen</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>115</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-7074725480877611082</id><published>2007-12-10T11:30:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T11:31:21.528+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved</title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have officially moved my blog here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kalyanky.wordpress.com"&gt;kalyanky.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-7074725480877611082?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/7074725480877611082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=7074725480877611082&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/7074725480877611082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/7074725480877611082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2007/12/moved.html' title='Moved'/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-2050767460565303081</id><published>2007-11-02T12:36:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T11:27:57.587+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Being HAPPY</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I'm happy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am enjoying life right now. I think the main reason is because I'm not affected by many things anymore. I'm not as worried. It might have something to do with growing older and maturing or not really caring about what people say, because at the end of the day, it's only an opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a performance on Viva Melbourne (Ch31, 7.30pm, Sundays, reruns following saturday @ 9am), which was lots of fun! The crew were very supportive and encouraging. I got to meet lots of cultural artists and learn more about what they do and when. The flamenco group were very good, they can sing and dance to anything. The hosts were quite funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Asia at the end of this year - which I'm really excited about. Lots of new things to see and new experiences to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... if you're not busy this weekend, come and watch me and other local artists at the eco house at st kilda @ 3.15pm. More info here. &lt;a href="http://www.stkmusicpoetry.org.au/"&gt;http://www.stkmusicpoetry.org.au/&lt;/a&gt; You'll like it... sun, plants, penguins, music.. mmmm :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-2050767460565303081?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/2050767460565303081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=2050767460565303081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/2050767460565303081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/2050767460565303081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2007/11/being-happy.html' title='Being HAPPY'/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-676580328654740606</id><published>2007-10-05T15:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T11:24:01.967+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Update randomoooeeesss</title><content type='html'>Life has been busy as always, however very exciting. It's good living near Springvale - easy access to scrumptous food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're in Melbourne this weekend, come to our Hidden Treasure bilingual reading.&lt;br /&gt;It's in the theattrette of the immigration museum (400 Flinders Street, Melbourne City) at 2pm. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/RwXLCqVlA2I/AAAAAAAABB4/0XeLsv4LaHo/s1600-h/finalversion+2+(compressed).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/RwXLCqVlA2I/AAAAAAAABB4/0XeLsv4LaHo/s320/finalversion+2+(compressed).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117719798161408866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-676580328654740606?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/676580328654740606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=676580328654740606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/676580328654740606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/676580328654740606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2007/10/update.html' title='Update randomoooeeesss'/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/RwXLCqVlA2I/AAAAAAAABB4/0XeLsv4LaHo/s72-c/finalversion+2+(compressed).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-197859929620198990</id><published>2007-02-22T20:29:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T20:59:51.231+11:00</updated><title type='text'>SHIRLENE'S DAY OUT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/Rd1lleGFVxI/AAAAAAAABAg/8xHhVVZwOTk/s1600-h/What+to+buy!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/Rd1lleGFVxI/AAAAAAAABAg/8xHhVVZwOTk/s200/What+to+buy!.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034291652878227218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Hmm, what should I buy..." &lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/Rd1lYeGFVuI/AAAAAAAABAI/oCjxjYzwokw/s1600-h/Geeting+money+from+the+ATM.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/Rd1lYeGFVuI/AAAAAAAABAI/oCjxjYzwokw/s200/Geeting+money+from+the+ATM.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034291429539927778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"...Have to get money out first...these things are so high up~..."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/Rd1lVuGFVqI/AAAAAAAAA_o/u27swyGkDYA/s1600-h/buymself+a+bike.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/Rd1lVuGFVqI/AAAAAAAAA_o/u27swyGkDYA/s200/buymself+a+bike.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034291382295287458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"...I think I'll buy myself a bike. Traveling by bus is always troublesome. I can never reach the ticket checker..."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/Rd1oi-GFVyI/AAAAAAAABAo/EYA1qWZSiiQ/s1600-h/timeforlunch.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/Rd1oi-GFVyI/AAAAAAAABAo/EYA1qWZSiiQ/s200/timeforlunch.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034294908463437602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"...time for lunch after a day's shopping. CHOPSTICKS! I never know how to use these things..."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/Rd1llOGFVwI/AAAAAAAABAY/4RCev7IRMc8/s1600-h/standingonabook.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/Rd1llOGFVwI/AAAAAAAABAY/4RCev7IRMc8/s200/standingonabook.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034291648583259906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...ooo books! If I stand on them maybe I can learn from them..."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/Rd1lV-GFVrI/AAAAAAAAA_w/83UiAKlmUPE/s1600-h/chilling+on+a+book.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/Rd1lV-GFVrI/AAAAAAAAA_w/83UiAKlmUPE/s200/chilling+on+a+book.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034291386590254770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...maybe if I opened it up and laid down on it..."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/Rd1lk-GFVvI/AAAAAAAABAQ/z4nIoX1Tk0o/s1600-h/Sleepinginabook.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/Rd1lk-GFVvI/AAAAAAAABAQ/z4nIoX1Tk0o/s200/Sleepinginabook.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034291644288292594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...Poo! nothing is working, time for my mid-afternoon sleep..."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/Rd1lWOGFVtI/AAAAAAAABAA/PW9x8rof3-U/s1600-h/Finishingthedayoffonaswing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/Rd1lWOGFVtI/AAAAAAAABAA/PW9x8rof3-U/s200/Finishingthedayoffonaswing.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034291390885222098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What a day! Ending it with a nice relaxing swing..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-197859929620198990?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/197859929620198990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=197859929620198990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/197859929620198990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/197859929620198990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2007/02/shirlenes-day-out.html' title='SHIRLENE&apos;S DAY OUT'/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/Rd1lleGFVxI/AAAAAAAABAg/8xHhVVZwOTk/s72-c/What+to+buy!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-1909943462896839445</id><published>2007-02-17T22:14:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T23:24:11.763+11:00</updated><title type='text'>today was an interesting day...</title><content type='html'>My life is weird but that just makes it evermore interesting. I woke up at 9am to a house filled with children.... all coming to celebrate the Chinese New Year, then I spent most of the day editing videos and designing flyers for International Women's Day on 8th March (jot it in your calendar)... then in the evening, I decided to go to the movies. Rewind back to noon that day and we were having lunch with my family. It was a normal lunch with food, drinks, civilized talking... Then my mum randomly brought up the subject of using POO for medicinal purposes. She said that what they do it put it in coconut juice and feed it to children? I asked my mum what kind of POO, and she said Human POO, then she went into detail of how it's used with coconut juice and is highly effective. I asked her whose POO do you use? And she said, in a rather casual manner, any POO, you can find it in bushes etc. A genuine lost of appetite afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to movies? going in hobo mode would be fine (On any other day), but today it was a bit different. I went to see The Good Shepperd with my friend, while Stephen wanted to see Ghost Rider. His movie started 45mins after ours, so he said he would wait around and play at the timeout place. 45mins into the movie, he came in and said that he needs to me to go out with him and standing outside was on of the movie clerks. He started explaining to me how you cant let Stephen into the movie because he's not wearing shoes, and that if he were to step on something they cannot be held liable. Then he looked at me, and as flabbergasted as he face could be, he goes: YOU'RE NOT WEARING SHOES! Then my friend came out and got the same reaction. LOL! But he had already refunded Stephen's money and said that he could refund ours. The movie was for another 2 hours and we decided it best not to leave Stephen alone for that long. How interesting! I rarely wear shoes to the movie, but yeah, basically we were kicked out. Now there's a first. It reminds me of the days when I won the GOLD PASS, which gave me free movies for a year... I would walk in and then walk out... but that was of my own will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we drove away driving to figure out what to do... We went to Springers, but it was dead, then to Sandown Park where they were having a Dutch Festival...and ended up the night eating food at an Italian Restaurant, WESTIES style... and hiring videos from video EZY. The moral is... Wear shoes :) Lol, well to the movies at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/RdbmQyeHkQI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/GVzGwbqqB2I/s1600-h/DSCF8265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/RdbmQyeHkQI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/GVzGwbqqB2I/s200/DSCF8265.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032462809733501186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/RdbmRSeHkRI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/Jgt07E3nbzY/s1600-h/DSCF8266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/RdbmRSeHkRI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/Jgt07E3nbzY/s200/DSCF8266.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032462818323435794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-1909943462896839445?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/1909943462896839445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=1909943462896839445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/1909943462896839445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/1909943462896839445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2007/02/today-was-interesting-day.html' title='today was an interesting day...'/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/RdbmQyeHkQI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/GVzGwbqqB2I/s72-c/DSCF8265.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-7715757171022892859</id><published>2007-02-17T17:27:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T22:08:52.670+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Some random pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/Rdah5ieHkLI/AAAAAAAAA-U/AyA9kKj03vo/s1600-h/DSCF8230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/Rdah5ieHkLI/AAAAAAAAA-U/AyA9kKj03vo/s200/DSCF8230.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032387643510853810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My niece... Posing at Crown Carpark! She's so cute.... Future model?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/Rdah5yeHkMI/AAAAAAAAA-c/3B-lqS0qDaE/s1600-h/DSCF8221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/Rdah5yeHkMI/AAAAAAAAA-c/3B-lqS0qDaE/s200/DSCF8221.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032387647805821122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another cool pose &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/Rdah6SeHkOI/AAAAAAAAA-s/schYLrPGWEQ/s1600-h/09-02-07_1846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/Rdah6SeHkOI/AAAAAAAAA-s/schYLrPGWEQ/s200/09-02-07_1846.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032387656395755746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modern day horse-cart on swanston street &lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-7715757171022892859?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/7715757171022892859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=7715757171022892859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/7715757171022892859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/7715757171022892859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2007/02/some-random-pictures.html' title='Some random pictures!'/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/Rdah5ieHkLI/AAAAAAAAA-U/AyA9kKj03vo/s72-c/DSCF8230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-2966413949971759830</id><published>2007-02-09T23:49:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T09:11:46.284+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught in the act?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/RczufyeHkGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/cDYZsoG2Zw8/s1600-h/09-02-07_1845.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/RczufyeHkGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/cDYZsoG2Zw8/s200/09-02-07_1845.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029657113757454434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;(random painter on the street)&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night, I went to the most interesting comedy show ever staged... It started with an invite to attend a show dubbed: "Court in the act?" which was staged at the old magistrates house.  They said to meet at 7.45pm, and I went in, no knowledge of what was to happen - just expecting the cliche bar scene where there's a stand-up comedian with a microphone, but it turned out to be au contraire, and there was lots of audience interaction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/RczugCeHkII/AAAAAAAAA9o/jnF3IZzQgdY/s1600-h/DSC00190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/RczugCeHkII/AAAAAAAAA9o/jnF3IZzQgdY/s200/DSC00190.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029657118052421762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;(Oh woe! the Padded cell and scary looking face) &lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt really expect the old Melbourne Gaol to be a prime venue but that's where we had to go first...The place was horrendous; I cant imagine anyone who would be able to stay sane in there. There were no bars but rooms that we tightly secure with a minuscule airholes... There was also several padded rooms and a hologram that scared the wits out of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/RczugSeHkKI/AAAAAAAAA94/MK0dGc8ABww/s1600-h/DSC00192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/RczugSeHkKI/AAAAAAAAA94/MK0dGc8ABww/s200/DSC00192.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029657122347389090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;BR&gt; (stuck in the exercise court)&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night started with Rod Quantock (an australian comedian) lining the guest and numbering them off. He then told us to get into one of the cells which corresponded with our numbers... so I went into a cell with a few other ppl, and he closed the door behind us. Before that, he gave us instructions that we had to choose a crime and choose someone who would stand trial. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards he marched us into the courtyard and went around asking ppl who's been in the courtyard before... apparently there were quite a few, some as public servants, informants and the others, the accused. Apparently back in the days, you could be arrested for trepassing on public property. Then we went into the courtroom where random members of the audience were selected for a mock trial. The one that we ended up doing was the CROWN VERSUS MRS WARD ON THE TWO COUNTS OF PUBLIC CANNABALISM. They picked a clerk, and then the clerk was asked to pick a judge and she randomly pointed me out...saying that: "I look like someone who'd be easy, but can be very hard." It was quite exciting... especially when I had to go into the back room and rob myself in something big, long and red... that it made me look like santa clause. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all good nature of old court cases, when I walked in, the audience rose (on instruction of mr Quantock) and did a rendition of some old English song to the lyrics... "under the southern cross..." I sat down and I was instructured to hit the gavel on the table, and out of the spur of the moment, I hit it on a red bottom thing next to me, which turned out to be the speakers (SORRY RMIT!) It was quite a good laugh. The court case was hilarious! They were making up all these silly scenarios and exhibits... and accusing each other of the most funniest things like falling into a BBQ and packing human in someone's lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way they called the witnesses was also a crack up. Rod made four ppl lined up in equal distance and they would say... "bring in such and such," and caused an echo! It was hilarious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the case, I had to invite the jury to come back in, which meant getting off my high seat and walking down to the jury deliberation room. Little did I miss the step that seperate the chair area from the rest of the stage, and little did contain balance, that I tripped over and fell to a gush of laughter. The host came and picked me up - literally cradled me in his arm and took me down the steps. It was funny! After the show, someone said "it's nice to have a little slapstick." Hehe! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/RczugCeHkHI/AAAAAAAAA9g/xdXStdJT3OM/s1600-h/DSC00197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/RczugCeHkHI/AAAAAAAAA9g/xdXStdJT3OM/s200/DSC00197.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029657118052421746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt; &lt;BR&gt;(as judge in my red rob)&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The verdict came back... Not guilty...but as judges in the old days had VETO power and Rod made the humourous comment: "we cant put trust in the aussie public (jks)", I said... "after surveying the evidence and giving careful consideration... I found the accused guilty and hereby sentenced her to a life on pigeon island to feed Lemas..then on the 4th september, 'she'll meet the gullotine." :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the other groups had... "vote for john howard"... and it was an easy case. The accused admit guilt... and everyone was wanting to prosecute the case. I dont think the australian public is too fond of mr.howard. Everything was all for a good well-deserved laugh - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards I was strolling downtown to the train station and bumped into a man dressed in a spacesuit with music equipment wrapped around him...as he pumped out some interesting sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was sitting on artsy monuments around town to end the night off... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/RczugSeHkJI/AAAAAAAAA9w/FCQBdF1nHBQ/s1600-h/DSC00200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/RczugSeHkJI/AAAAAAAAA9w/FCQBdF1nHBQ/s200/DSC00200.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029657122347389074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt; P.S. Excuse the quality of the pictures - they were all taken on my friends phone. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-2966413949971759830?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/2966413949971759830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=2966413949971759830&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/2966413949971759830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/2966413949971759830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2007/02/caught-in-act.html' title='Caught in the act?'/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/RczufyeHkGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/cDYZsoG2Zw8/s72-c/09-02-07_1845.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-949885878000670607</id><published>2007-02-08T11:41:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T16:43:43.805+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Water Nymph? Maybe not!</title><content type='html'>K! I officially cannot swim. I went to the bayside gym yesterday in hope that I can attempt to swim the length of the pool and make use of my $29.95 fortnight, and I think I made it 400 metres and then I choked on a gush of chlorine filled water. It was only 1.2metres deep too. I think it's because I know lots of ppl who have either almost drowned or died in water that it's still an issue with me...either that, or I just cant swim :) On the bright side, I can paddle and float on my back which is good enough in times of crisis - thank for the lifejacket ah! I suppose we all have our talents and swimming isnt mine. I love the water though - if I were to be any creature in the world, it'll be a water one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which! I have decided that the place i want to settle and eventually retire in is Denmark! Everything I love seems to have originate from Denmark. Hans Christian Andersen was Danish, and he kept me very happy during my childhood years (and even today) with his lovely gruesome tales... It's near Sweden! And everyone needs their slice of swedish culture, whether in the form of chocolates, a girl, or a random swedish tourist. The country that I lived in for a great period of my life was name after "Zealand," a place in Denmark... The country is beautiful... with lots of hidden landscapes and mountains...oh my soul! ALSO apparently the sculpture of the little mermaid erected in copenhagen was decapitated twice! Now to marry myself a danish man...Any-takers? LOL just joking :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/Rcq39VRa7mI/AAAAAAAAA9M/r1NKhwgFqiw/s1600-h/DSCF7994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/Rcq39VRa7mI/AAAAAAAAA9M/r1NKhwgFqiw/s200/DSCF7994.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029034198222696034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;The lovely Terry as Hans Christian Andersen at my fairytale birthday party&lt;br /&gt;Isnt he handsome!&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-949885878000670607?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/949885878000670607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=949885878000670607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/949885878000670607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/949885878000670607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2007/02/water-nymph-maybe-not.html' title='Water Nymph? Maybe not!'/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/Rcq39VRa7mI/AAAAAAAAA9M/r1NKhwgFqiw/s72-c/DSCF7994.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-7689066335814622277</id><published>2007-02-05T16:29:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T22:37:15.262+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A new year. A new love and the bloom of new adventures...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/RcbgCVRa7cI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/5EVscIoqqOc/s1600-h/Hiding+in+the+bush.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/RcbgCVRa7cI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/5EVscIoqqOc/s200/Hiding+in+the+bush.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027952364680310210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 10 days cruising in the land of the long white cloud, I am officially burnt out - literally! My neck is red to the vines and my arms are boiling red.  On the bright side, I had a complete ball - and I'm missin my friends already. Those New Zealanders really do grow on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what interesting things have happened on this little OE back to the country I grew up in. Well, i arrived in NZ on a hot sunny day and was whisked off to the parachute concert in a white car and we stayed at this budget motel, çoz we couldnt find any other as it was close to the date. It wasnt so bad! I got to hang out with all my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/Rcbca1Ra7bI/AAAAAAAAA7I/s8rLXgIHmE4/s1600-h/Quadricedes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/Rcbca1Ra7bI/AAAAAAAAA7I/s8rLXgIHmE4/s200/Quadricedes.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027948387540594098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we did the amazing race, which left my muscles in a twist for almost half a week... on the bright side, we came third and got to down the water slide in our clothes. We also got to make a cool chant which went along the lines of...1,2,3,4 the quadricedes have taken the floor... 5,6,7,8... you are good but we are great! :) On the Saturday night, I had a special moment with God and He really spoke to me... My new years resolution was to not let things affect me as much and I think I am carrying that out well with the support of my Lord Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On thursday... my best friend Sundeia blindfolded me with her pants? and took me for a drive. We stopped at a mysterious place in which we got out and took a short walk around and ended up getting in her car again. The trip continued and as we were driving, I felt feathery stuff on me, then moments later, a gush of cream. I actually thought it was suncream, but it ended up being shaving cream and one of my other friends had hop into the car while we went for the walk. ah friends! they do make you happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/RccQFlRa7eI/AAAAAAAAA7g/RzSeTOhZtWI/s1600-h/City+Centre.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/RccQFlRa7eI/AAAAAAAAA7g/RzSeTOhZtWI/s200/City+Centre.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028005197073018338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On friday, I was yet again whisked away, but this time to an island with plenty of fish and muscles. We took an easy breezy walk to the beautiful summit and got treated with awesome views of the city...then a rendevous to the lava caves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/RccQkFRa7fI/AAAAAAAAA7o/eciiZkje6gw/s1600-h/Lava+Caves.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/RccQkFRa7fI/AAAAAAAAA7o/eciiZkje6gw/s200/Lava+Caves.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028005721059028466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/RccQkVRa7gI/AAAAAAAAA7w/98OzvR_LQdk/s1600-h/rangitoto.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/RccQkVRa7gI/AAAAAAAAA7w/98OzvR_LQdk/s200/rangitoto.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028005725353995778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we arrived at the bach, we went fishing... We got to use this huge net and paddle around the water. It was all very exciting...except of the fear of being stung by a stingray or bitten by the crab.. Luckily none of that happened and we soldiered on and caught five fishes, and let four go. We then played around in the quiksand which was super cool - apparently there's a lake under rangitoto which is causing this effect. We managed to catch one crab... uh! it was so much fun! quiet and peaceful and the air is really fresh! a far cry from Melbourne. We also met a lady who lose her glasses as she was getting of a boat. After all our scavenging the sea for it's treasures and beauty and tasty meat, we had a well-deserved fiesta and feast in the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/RccOsVRa7dI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/wILhdCCrkE4/s1600-h/Cooking+outdoors.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/RccOsVRa7dI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/wILhdCCrkE4/s200/Cooking+outdoors.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028003663769693650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday I had my birthday party and that the sweetest celebration ever. Most people turned up in marvellous costumes and got up to all sorts! There were songs and interpretive dancing, and even a waltz! The theme was fairytale and people really bought their creativity and made it such a fun-filled moments with lots of cushy feelings! :) The people I stayed with was also kind enough to bake me a cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/RccUL1Ra7hI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/UsMFLrPOFo0/s1600-h/DSCF8001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/RccUL1Ra7hI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/UsMFLrPOFo0/s200/DSCF8001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028009702493711890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/RccUMVRa7iI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/SsRouvFGigE/s1600-h/DSCF8010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/RccUMVRa7iI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/SsRouvFGigE/s200/DSCF8010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028009711083646498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/RccUMlRa7jI/AAAAAAAAA8g/cYNOZkeb7oA/s1600-h/IMG_6552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/RccUMlRa7jI/AAAAAAAAA8g/cYNOZkeb7oA/s200/IMG_6552.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028009715378613810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/RccWw1Ra7lI/AAAAAAAAA9A/KdzgjJHbf3U/s1600-h/frog+costume.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/RccWw1Ra7lI/AAAAAAAAA9A/KdzgjJHbf3U/s200/frog+costume.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028012537172127314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On sunday, my lovely friends came to see me off which I thought was super awesome! It's so nice having such a great close-knit group of friends... we went to cornwall park first, then had smoothies... and I departed in the traditional manner of doing the chicken dance from the departure lounge! I'm so happy that auckland airport has that area where you can look down and see ppl going pass...and wave, cry, hug, kiss the window etc. Uh! I miss New Zealand and my NZ friends. Forever in my memory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-7689066335814622277?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/7689066335814622277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=7689066335814622277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/7689066335814622277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/7689066335814622277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2007/02/new-year-new-love-and-bloom-of-new.html' title='A new year. A new love and the bloom of new adventures...'/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/RcbgCVRa7cI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/5EVscIoqqOc/s72-c/Hiding+in+the+bush.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-2712585682875875227</id><published>2007-01-16T19:51:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T22:24:42.907+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Anarchy?</title><content type='html'>Okay... I take back my previous comment where I said, Australia is same old... same old, because as I witnessed today it was filled with head-wrenching, heart-puming events. First of all, there was lots of tension watching sharapova playing Kim at the Australian open... where she almost lost! but unfortunately she prevailed... then having sat in the scorching 39 degrees weather for most of the day, my family decided to go swimming. We had to fetch some togs from the plaza because most of us had no idea where we placed them... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking for decorations for my 21st, asking the consultant this and that, and was ready to make a purchase when all of sudden... the electricity went off. So you stand there, thinking... did the fuse blow? Okay just a few seconds and it'll come back on. Nope! after 10mins the lights were still off. We started looking for other members of our family walking the path of the mall, watching as, shop assistants barricade entrance into shops and usher everybody out. One jewellery shop took a seat from middle of the walk way and put it against the entrance... I 'thought it was strange? Why didnt they just pull the doors down? But I walked on... and everyone was on their phones, the rest, looking slightly perplexed... probably thinking: "can I stay or go?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After mooching around with my family and figuring out what was goin on... we whisk out of the mall to a mad rush of cars pulling out of the parking space. Then as the car strolled down the road, there was complete anarchy. No traffic lights. No order. Just cars... just hope that people arent driving recklessly and will let other traffic in. Of course it only took half an hour to get from dandenong plaza to my uncles house - which normally would've only taken a minute or two. So yeah! it was quite scary but at the same time, gives you lots of faith in your community... because in a time where ppl could've easily looted and cause a big riot, ppl seem calm and composed, and just making their way home. A bit confused and rushing... but arent we all? There were a few car accidents coming out of the main plaza road, but it was inevitable. That intersection is chaos even with traffic lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this I found out that bushfires had caused the massive blackouts, and over half a million ppl were affected....maybe some are still affected. Fortunately my house was beyond the blackout grid section :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh! another day in Melbourne. Really excited to find out what will happen next :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-2712585682875875227?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/2712585682875875227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=2712585682875875227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/2712585682875875227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/2712585682875875227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2007/01/anarchy.html' title='Anarchy?'/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-4455185571616332706</id><published>2007-01-15T23:51:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T00:11:54.412+11:00</updated><title type='text'>What's up in K-ville?</title><content type='html'>Hmm! Keeping a blog... I'm not sure why anymore. It use to be to keep my friends and ex-lover up to date with my Australian adventures...But it's hardly a great big new experience anymore, I've been here a year, same old same old... :) Myspace is much more interesting. You get to interact with lots of ppl that you dont know - that could well be stalkers, but I suppose as long as they dont know where you live, it's perfectly safe. But then I still feel compelled to write something.... even if it were in false hope that someone might read it and benefit out of it. I always seem to benefit out of random readings of content sprawled across the web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's up in Melbourne? Currently the city is buzzing with Tennis Fanatics because of the melbourne cup...There was a riot today between Croatian and Serbian fans. Last Saturday, there was a riot at Noble Park after a bunch of ppl gathered to watch boyracing. They had smashed all the equipment at the local blockbuster video store, stole lots of videos and smashed and burnt the building including the near-by bus stop (poor bus stop :( )So unaware. Anyway, it's a pretty messed up place. I catch the train there everyday, and when I get off, I always see police people escorting younglings away. The whole set up of the main area square is an invitation for disaster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really strange how some places in melbourne is divided but at the same time it's good. unlike having all the rich ppl on one side, everyone seems to mix and mingle. There's classy estates as well as old flats etc in the same area. This is probably why on the whole everyone is so nice and inviting... no snobbery as such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week after next, I'm going to NZ for parachute and celebrating my 21st... Hoorah! Finally get to be an adult. :) I lost my ticket, as I always do... but luckily for the techno revolution they have booking ref nos... no need for tickets. It's only passports which are the problem. i was going to go to Stefan/jo's wedding but as unlucky as I was at the time, i put the passport in with drinks and all sorts in my bag...damaging it... making it unusable. So I couldnt go :( If only NZ and Australia were joined together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's enough rabbiting for now. I'm sure more interesting things for happen tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-4455185571616332706?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/4455185571616332706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=4455185571616332706&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/4455185571616332706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/4455185571616332706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2007/01/whats-up-in-k-ville.html' title='What&apos;s up in K-ville?'/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-3382881843518887988</id><published>2007-01-11T09:15:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T09:29:53.337+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/RaVlyFxpJZI/AAAAAAAAARQ/sK3MI4PX8rw/s1600-h/feather-bg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/RaVlyFxpJZI/AAAAAAAAARQ/sK3MI4PX8rw/s200/feather-bg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018529270992545170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/RaVlyFxpJaI/AAAAAAAAARY/w8KmIQeGSY8/s1600-h/imagex01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/RaVlyFxpJaI/AAAAAAAAARY/w8KmIQeGSY8/s200/imagex01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018529270992545186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-3382881843518887988?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/3382881843518887988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=3382881843518887988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/3382881843518887988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/3382881843518887988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/RaVlyFxpJZI/AAAAAAAAARQ/sK3MI4PX8rw/s72-c/feather-bg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-8574618444519619068</id><published>2006-12-31T20:12:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T21:18:29.022+11:00</updated><title type='text'>WELCOMING THE NEW YEAR</title><content type='html'>this year has got to be the most amazing year of discovery as I've literally shed the light on many things in my life and the life of others. And as the year draws to a close, there's one thing that I've learnt from this whole ordeal and everything that has come to face... that one thing is to say: "WHO CARES!" and not let anything affect you because people will always have their own little version of you carved in your head but you know who you are and who you want to be... and nothing someone said should change you ever! Esp. those you hardly know you. I remember this song that our youth group sang... I dont know who the artist are... but it went something like: "Dont you be the judge me, dont you be the judge me...dont you be the judge I, dont i be the judge." ALSO! Don't let ppl influence (in a negative way) your relationships which those you love dearly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in Melbourne has been a great experience in my life. It's allowed me to step back and be focused instead of pining around the dark, intoxicated with teenage love across distances which ultimately led to it's own demise, in the face of constant intervention and influence. I've been able to focus on my life, the life of others... and I've been able to help my family out more. I've been able to establish myself and know what it is that I want in this life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt lots about myself and much more about who I am in Jesus Christ. I've meet many great people who have influenced my life greatly. They've taught me many things in which I am eternally grateful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you all have a lovely new year &lt;br /&gt;and it gives you lots of peace and joy&lt;br /&gt;If I were to sum 2007 in a sentence... &lt;br /&gt;I would describe it as: "a year that when in the appearance of lost, I have gain much more than I could every comprehend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some reflections of the year and the years gone past... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/RZeExJX-quI/AAAAAAAAABU/cgyHk_V-G5A/s1600-h/DSCF7312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/RZeExJX-quI/AAAAAAAAABU/cgyHk_V-G5A/s200/DSCF7312.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014622689965288162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TABC Youth Group @ the youth pastor's wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/RZeFhJX-qvI/AAAAAAAAABc/1k_GZjV4lgs/s1600-h/DSC01058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/RZeFhJX-qvI/AAAAAAAAABc/1k_GZjV4lgs/s200/DSC01058.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014623514599009010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some members of my youth camp at the waterfall, which after wandering miles to get  to see it, we found that the creek had dried up and there was no water falling down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/RZeGPpX-qwI/AAAAAAAAABk/GDrUc6rbhDU/s1600-h/DSC01441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/RZeGPpX-qwI/AAAAAAAAABk/GDrUc6rbhDU/s200/DSC01441.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014624313462926082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practicing the coconut dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/RZeG8ZX-qxI/AAAAAAAAABs/JBibHBhTWtg/s1600-h/Gold+Coast+Adventures+06+(383).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/RZeG8ZX-qxI/AAAAAAAAABs/JBibHBhTWtg/s200/Gold+Coast+Adventures+06+(383).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014625082262072082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The malinkis on holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/RZeHqJX-qyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Ulx48XcU-eQ/s1600-h/DSC00911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/RZeHqJX-qyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Ulx48XcU-eQ/s200/DSC00911.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014625868241087266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Muppets soccer team kicking their way to win their division.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/RZeIVZX-qzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/LSn1BYeagT8/s1600-h/DSC00169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/RZeIVZX-qzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/LSn1BYeagT8/s200/DSC00169.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014626611270429490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduating from Auckland University... now time to put the skills I've learnt to work? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/RZeIxJX-q0I/AAAAAAAAACE/TggKGe0W96s/s1600-h/rgtaerterhyaeafhdfh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/RZeIxJX-q0I/AAAAAAAAACE/TggKGe0W96s/s200/rgtaerterhyaeafhdfh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014627088011799362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;Reuniting with my cousins who migrated to Aussie in 2001. &lt;br /&gt;My family of which I love very much! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/RZeJTpX-q1I/AAAAAAAAACM/hZwHDX0q87g/s1600-h/DSC01298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/RZeJTpX-q1I/AAAAAAAAACM/hZwHDX0q87g/s200/DSC01298.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014627680717286226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our beloved Hegdewinsky... I bought him from a Harry Potter store at movie world and we had many little adventures with him, but unfortunately he has been stolen... The last time I saw him was at a medical centre. Dearly departed :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/RZeKDpX-q2I/AAAAAAAAACU/SZcY18yk4lg/s1600-h/158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/RZeKDpX-q2I/AAAAAAAAACU/SZcY18yk4lg/s200/158.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014628505351007074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where would I be without Avatar? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/RZeKjZX-q3I/AAAAAAAAACc/hyiZMQ4fDpc/s1600-h/DSCF7339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/RZeKjZX-q3I/AAAAAAAAACc/hyiZMQ4fDpc/s200/DSCF7339.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014629050811853682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beach adventure in New Zealand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/RZeMsJX-q4I/AAAAAAAAACk/Atrx4p41bO8/s1600-h/DSC00579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/RZeMsJX-q4I/AAAAAAAAACk/Atrx4p41bO8/s200/DSC00579.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014631400158964610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visiting tasmania&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/RZeNU5X-q5I/AAAAAAAAACs/j7AbrJvC23c/s1600-h/stonypoint.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/RZeNU5X-q5I/AAAAAAAAACs/j7AbrJvC23c/s200/stonypoint.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014632100238633874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh Stony Point! Where you go to leave...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-8574618444519619068?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/8574618444519619068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=8574618444519619068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/8574618444519619068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/8574618444519619068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/12/welcoming-new-year.html' title='WELCOMING THE NEW YEAR'/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/RZeExJX-quI/AAAAAAAAABU/cgyHk_V-G5A/s72-c/DSCF7312.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-116701969761427295</id><published>2006-12-25T14:40:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T15:11:02.376+11:00</updated><title type='text'>GIFTS</title><content type='html'>Although we shouldn't be giving into the commercial woes that plague us at these times of year, it's also nice to be able to give to those you love... to say thankful for what they've done for us and the hard work and effort they've put into helping us throughout this year. So off I went to chadstone shopping centre (opening 24hours over 23/24th dec) in search for the remaining presents. It was jan 24th when I walked into the shopping centre, which is reportedly the largest in the South hemisphere, and I was automatically thrown into a human traffic jam. People from all directions crossing paths with bags upon bags of Christmas shopping, chattering away like lorikeets. Five hours later I managed to find half the things I needed. But I suppose all the mad rush is worth it as when it came to giving the presents, to say thanks, it was quite a joyous occasion. Just as the three kings gave gifts to Jesus to say thanks for what he will do for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been really blessed this year. I think the gifts that I most appreciate are ones which arent of material value. The gift of spending Christmas with my family and having each and everyone join the church service. The gift of my friend giving his heart to the Lord. The gift of finding out that all my good friends will be coming to parachute with me. And most important, the gift of Jesus...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-116701969761427295?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/116701969761427295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=116701969761427295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/116701969761427295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/116701969761427295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/12/gifts_25.html' title='GIFTS'/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-116667177261223620</id><published>2006-12-21T14:16:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T14:34:02.493+11:00</updated><title type='text'>the purpose of blogging</title><content type='html'>it's really funny how your year turns out. at this time last year, i would've been reading a letter, a sweet letter - filled with sweet words to soothe anyone's worries. However, now facing the reality that it was only just a letter with sweet words, it kind of makes you feel a bit silly. Who knew that sweet words can keep someone so silent. On the bright side, it teaches you a very good lesson. Trust God and God only :) Not because ppl are bad and manipulative, but because we waver and change and are confused easily. In times of desperation we are usually not ourselves and resort to other things not normally in our character. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... it also bought me to think of why I started this blog. Thinking back, it was to originally keep my, "love of my life" informed with what I was getting up to in Australia. It's actually a pretty good method because with being oceans apart, and living in different timezones it's hard to communicate and blogs provide that place of expression. ALSO you can keep other ppl informed at the same time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-116667177261223620?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/116667177261223620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=116667177261223620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/116667177261223620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/116667177261223620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/12/purpose-of-blogging.html' title='the purpose of blogging'/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-116660958327009181</id><published>2006-12-20T21:12:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T22:58:01.573+11:00</updated><title type='text'>SBS RADIO</title><content type='html'>...so apart from coconut dancing and glorifying our Lord, we were also invited to comment on incorporating our traditional Khmer culture in the church. It's such an honour to be able to glorify and worship the Lord in any language, anywhere you go. We can do the coconut dance, climb trees, sing passionately at the beach, bush... dance around with every fibre of our bones... all to scream out Hallelujah! Thank you God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole interview with other church folks can be listened to on SBS radio's recent broadcast. There are few other new pieces before then and its completely in Cambodian - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://203.15.102.143:8080/ramgen/record/khmer.rm"&gt;http://203.15.102.143:8080/ramgen/record/khmer.rm&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a little soundclip of the one they did of me - of course sounding very timid.I was eating chicken and then they asked me to comment on a few things. So I had to put down my piece of chicken and had a microphone in my face. hehe.. completely unprepared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://members.optusnet.com.au/kalyanky/interview.mp3"&gt;http://members.optusnet.com.au/kalyanky/interview.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-116660958327009181?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/116660958327009181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=116660958327009181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/116660958327009181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/116660958327009181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/12/sbs-radio.html' title='SBS RADIO'/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-116635438295636601</id><published>2006-12-17T22:05:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T22:21:41.516+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A dance for our King</title><content type='html'>...getting into costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4794/2001/1600/942881/DSC01410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4794/2001/200/764380/DSC01410.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  "let there be peace..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a beautiful Christmas service today. It was beautiful because we were all celebrating the birth of our Lord Jesus. The birth of the one who came to save us from our sins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The youth did three performances, a song, an R&amp;B dance and the coconut dance, that our worship leader re-wrote to be in worship of God. You can watch it here: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8GWODE_Trkk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8GWODE_Trkk &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We originally started out with 5, which turned to 4, and a week before the performance, one of the guys broke his arm and couldnt perform... so we had to change it for three people. Then about 30mins beforehand we had to change it again, but it turned out okay :) PPl thoroughly enjoyed it and we enjoyed performing it in dedication of our Lord Jesus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sunday school did a performance of the nativity story. My brother played Joseph; he was rushed in @ last minute çoz the other Joseph couldnt perform. It was so lovely and they sang "away in a manager" as a closing song and it made me cry. It was so touching. The words were so beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love God. He has place my family and I in the right place... and introduced a church for us all. There is so much joy in our lives this Christmas season. Peace to all! May you grow evermore in His favour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-116635438295636601?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/116635438295636601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=116635438295636601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/116635438295636601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/116635438295636601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/12/dance-for-our-king.html' title='A dance for our King'/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-116582310592714444</id><published>2006-12-11T18:08:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T18:45:05.940+11:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Grace</title><content type='html'>I'm thinking of Mary. &lt;br /&gt;Thinking of her journey to Bethlehem. &lt;br /&gt;Thinking of how she coped with being the unmarried woman bearing a child in a time where if this happens, you were stoned to death. &lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of the courage she had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of times where God has asked of me to a small simple task - to wait, have patience and the right timing will arise. I'm thinking of how even I couldn't do that even though my life was not @ risk. In fact, in hindsight, I feel that if I had listened to Jesus, that everything would turn out for the better. Not just with me, but 4 my family. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, if I had not gone through what I did, I would not know what I've overcome and would not have learnt a lesson that I would carry through life. It has definitely made me stronger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-116582310592714444?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/116582310592714444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=116582310592714444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/116582310592714444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/116582310592714444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/12/gods-grace.html' title='God&apos;s Grace'/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-116573227556161894</id><published>2006-12-10T17:22:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T17:34:02.600+11:00</updated><title type='text'>the sky has cleared... God's mercy on us</title><content type='html'>Yay the sky has cleared and the weather has cooled. Awesome! thanks to God. This morning the heat was extremely intolerable and you felt as if you were pushing your weight against the hot thick air - but now there's a gentle cool breeze! Can you hear what I hear? It's an answer to our prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost Christmas - and definitely the best time of year. It reminds us of the birth of our Lord Jesus Christ, who came and sacrifice His life for us - so that our sins maybe forgiven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a stable He was born... as a carpenter He lived... as a man He taught us how to live our lives in accordance to God's will and word... and as a God, holy and divine, He died and rose again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is my life, my everything. I was just thinking back on my life and realise that many of the things I have done were in the name of God, not for God as I though... when someone said: I think God said that we do this or God has plans for our future, I would comply... i would concede, that i neglected to realise that everything we do should be for God, not for what ppl think God's command is, or not because ppl say it's God... and no one can actually tell you what that is because it's between you and God - they can lead you in the right direction and give you advice, but the final call is between you and God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why is so important to watch and listen. I think that's a big lesson I've learnt over the course of this year. if you put your faith in God, nothing can go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4794/2001/1600/599339/pieta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4794/2001/200/544657/pieta.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4794/2001/1600/340883/jesus-carpenter3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4794/2001/200/352660/jesus-carpenter3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-116573227556161894?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/116573227556161894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=116573227556161894&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/116573227556161894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/116573227556161894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/12/sky-has-cleared-gods-mercy-on-us.html' title='the sky has cleared... God&apos;s mercy on us'/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-116565411889312747</id><published>2006-12-09T19:41:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T20:06:59.646+11:00</updated><title type='text'>fire hazard in victoria</title><content type='html'>It's not everyday that you wake up - stare outside your window and witness a smoke cloud blanketing a majority of the sky - From a clear blue sky to an ominous murky white. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went outside earlier and a gush of heat just blew me over - I felt as if my skin would literally peel if i stayed outside for a large period of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fire hazard is mainly in the north east, but it seems to be affecting a great number of victorians, especially when the wind is blowing the smoke south. It's hard to get around or do anything and makes breathing very difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just keeps getting hotter and hotter, and the air is becoming much more thicker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most ppl have evacuated their homes.. They've given ppl an option, to stay and defend their homes or flee of safety. there's lots of guides on what is important to take...such as passport, diplomas, impt docos and what to do if ever confronted with this situation. I suppose if you look at how vic is structured, you can see how it's an extreme hazard zone&gt; There's the city and then there's surburbia and surrounding that is forest and grassland far as the eye can see... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, there are ppl who live right in the middle of the hazard zone who are refusing to leave insisting that it wont stretch that far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suppose all we have now is to pray. Pray for these ppl's safety and pray that we will be struck by beautiful rain and weather to settle the situation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The temperature is expected to rise to 39°C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4794/2001/1600/755296/fire_point_wideweb__470x312%2C0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4794/2001/200/93919/fire_point_wideweb__470x312%2C0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-116565411889312747?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/116565411889312747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=116565411889312747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/116565411889312747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/116565411889312747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/12/fire-hazard-in-victoria.html' title='fire hazard in victoria'/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-116505979997643168</id><published>2006-12-02T22:17:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T23:18:13.896+11:00</updated><title type='text'>FOOTSCRAY AND AVATAR &amp; My Lord Jesus Christ</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I tasted the most delicious pasta dish in Melbourne - the best would have to be the Jordans - He made the nicest white sauce with pasta, chicken &amp; mushroom, blended with bacon! hmm chicken e pollo! *and something fancy in italian here, if only I knew :)* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... It just made me remember how much I love mushrooms. It has to be my favourite vegetable after cucumber that is. Raw rushrooms, BBQ mushrooms, steamed and fried mushrooms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I drove over an extremely treacherous bridge. It's what connects the west side with the mainland and it built high up over a stretch of water (which most bridges normally are...but this one just seem rather out of place, unsecure somewhat) Anyway, sometimes when you drive over the bridge, a gush of wind from your left blows pushing your car and I think if you're not careful and steady, it could easily topple. I could actually feel the car being pushed aside and I had to try so hard to gain control. It actually made things worse when you had to stop/start a manual on a bridge filled with cars, and a menacing wind just gushing by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, I got to my destination and back home safely to enjoy an evening practicing songs, watching Avatar with the brother and friends, and drinking sparkling grape juice. What more can a girl asked for? Anywho, Avatar has ended for the season but it is an absolutely remarkable show. It's humourous, gives lots of good advice and has a very intricate intelligent plot - ALSO the characters are very interesting, and not one-sided as we use to seeing... there's a bountiful of characterisation going on. Not bad for a cartoon ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the GURU was telling AANG, the main character (AVATAR) that in order to acheive balance in himself he needs to let go of any earthly attachments. I thought that was very relevant. That's what God has been telling me to do over the last few years and I think Í've actually managed to do this - there were so many things and so many people that I could not let go of. I couldn't give them up, but God has been saying in order to serve Him, in order to be a light to this world, I have to surrender myself to Him, and I need to rid myself of earthly attachments... and in return I will gain such AWESOME peace. I think I've managed to do that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've managed to forgive myself (rid myself of GUILT - I've given them all to God, I've repented, he has forgiven me and now I have forgiven myself) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have accepted that the Lord is my saviour and that I live to serve Him. I know who I am in Him. There was once a person who told me this and I couldnt understand what he meant - How can you not know yourself, but know who you are in the Lord? Because does that not mean you know you are...which is a contradiction. But knowing yourself in this world is just knowing what you want to be. It is not you. We think we are a certain person because we convince ourselves, or people have planted that thought into our head. But when we know who we are in the Lord, we know who He wants us to be, who He has CREATED us to be. We stop caring for worldly assumptions but only take on that which is between us and God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think most importantly, I've managed to just LET GO... of the past, of past wrongs, of what maybe or what has been. I was in such a beautiful relationship with someone that it would almost kill me to let it go. This clouded my thinking, my focus on life, my relationship with God and others. And God knew this... He had once told me to wait, told me it wasnt the right time but because I wasnt listening, and because I was tied to this earthly attachment, I had faced the consequence of my actions. Even to the point that I forgot what things were like and everything just seem dark and wrong. Earthly attachments make us want, and hold on to things that we know are bad for us, but if we Let go, and accept God's kingdom, everything in it is pure and good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I've learnt to completely surrender myself, I feel more at peace. I feel joyful. I love living, I love life as it is. I have all I need. It's enough. I don't want anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has taken everything but I am eternally grateful. Because He is the only one I need, the only one I live for.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-116505979997643168?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/116505979997643168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=116505979997643168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/116505979997643168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/116505979997643168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/12/footscray-and-avatar-my-lord-jesus.html' title='FOOTSCRAY AND AVATAR &amp; My Lord Jesus Christ'/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-116466612301615505</id><published>2006-11-28T09:15:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T09:42:13.010+11:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVELY PEOPLE :)</title><content type='html'>After several years of having multiple emails of which I dont really need, I've managed to merge them all into one. The convenience of this is only having to check one email account instead of a dozen, which were mostly filled with junkmail. This way you'll never miss a single correspondence and all will be happy in paradise, çoz I cant forget to reply : Ah! Breakage from email bondage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melbourne is really starting to grow on me. Everyone, well almost everyone, is super helpful and are always here to offer a kind word, and great advice. They are also very welcoming. There was this time I went to a friend of the church's house, and they were UBER nice. They showered us with lots of food, and the whole family came out to the living area to be in company with us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-116466612301615505?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/116466612301615505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=116466612301615505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/116466612301615505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/116466612301615505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/11/lovely-people.html' title='LOVELY PEOPLE :)'/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-116444619583888166</id><published>2006-11-25T20:15:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T09:46:40.693+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Kat Mcdowell</title><content type='html'>Also... here's a link to the beautiful songstress Kat Mcdowell. She's so cool&gt; i remember ages ago, back when i was 15... we had to write down who inspired us as a youth group activity. i wrote her. Here's what she's up to now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://katmusic.jp/en/index.php"&gt;http://katmusic.jp/en/index.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has the coooolllesst voice and she is so lovely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: here's the link to her myspace in which you can listen to three of her songs and see how beautiful her voice is... &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/katmcdowell"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/katmcdowell&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. The Adino songs were great! if anyone has any.... can you please send them to me.&lt;br /&gt;I loved that song FADE ON. Kat does a sweet vocal in that song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-116444619583888166?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/116444619583888166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=116444619583888166&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/116444619583888166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/116444619583888166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/11/kat-mcdowell.html' title='Kat Mcdowell'/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-116444610464601838</id><published>2006-11-25T20:12:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T20:15:04.660+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>K! so I've officially decided to not try and figure out the past, present or future. just let it happen. let God guide me the right direction. Que sera Que sera!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-116444610464601838?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/116444610464601838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=116444610464601838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/116444610464601838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/116444610464601838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/11/k-so-ive-officially-decided-to-not-try.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-116393410701321366</id><published>2006-11-19T21:40:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T23:58:40.816+11:00</updated><title type='text'>*snort* some Gold Coast Adventures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shirlene counting down the hours I've been gone. How cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/DSC00133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/320/DSC00133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lives are like a fountain of memories... Getaways are an extra drop to those memories.... they always add to the beauty of the memories; the fountain just glowing brighter...the water sparkling like crystals. I cannot sum up the experience I've had on this getaway, so I'll just let the pictures do the talking. It has to be one of the best adventure I've ever been on. Great fun with friends. Starkling revelations. *snort* some rides. Great shops. Rekindling our memories. Stayin g up late laughing. Playing cluedo with DVD help. Laughing at things which aren't necessarily funny. Hugging Koalas. Chillin with the kangaroos. Eating icecreams. Getting lost in seaworld. Quality time. Bulldozing. Shopping at pacific fair. Eating food westies style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now everyone is a million miles away. But not to worry, always ready to rendevous later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are such a happy time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A temporary escape from everyday life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everyone is so smily and chirpy! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;amp; even romances can blossom.... wink wink nudge oink *falls off the seat*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/Gold%20Coast%20Adventures%2006%20(82).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-116393410701321366?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/116393410701321366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=116393410701321366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/116393410701321366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/116393410701321366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/11/snort-some-gold-coast-adventures.html' title='*snort* some Gold Coast Adventures'/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-116445861246782832</id><published>2006-11-19T01:38:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T19:00:10.050+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4794/2001/1600/779357/Gold%20Coast%20Adventures%2006%20(416).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4794/2001/200/152928/Gold%20Coast%20Adventures%2006%20%28416%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4794/2001/1600/947921/Gold%20Coast%20Adventures%2006%20(218).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4794/2001/200/731207/Gold%20Coast%20Adventures%2006%20%28218%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The malinkis celebrating Kelvin's 21st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4794/2001/1600/197357/Gold%20Coast%20Adventures%2006%20(193).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4794/2001/200/418806/Gold%20Coast%20Adventures%2006%20%28193%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4794/2001/1600/205991/Gold%20Coast%20Adventures%2006%20(82).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4794/2001/200/866888/Gold%20Coast%20Adventures%2006%20%2882%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4794/2001/1600/961412/Gold%20Coast%20Adventures%2006%20(5).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4794/2001/200/908200/Gold%20Coast%20Adventures%2006%20%285%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4794/2001/1600/898384/DSC01255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4794/2001/200/5630/DSC01255.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-116445861246782832?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/116445861246782832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=116445861246782832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/116445861246782832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/116445861246782832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/11/malinkis-celebrating-kelvins-21st.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-116272672654604932</id><published>2006-11-05T22:29:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T22:38:46.556+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Guy Fawkes</title><content type='html'>while the rest of NZ is watching the night sky light up in an array of beautiful colours and lighting what could be potentially dangerous in their backyard, I am watching my glare of my computer screen.Australia don't celebrate guy fawkes and fireworks are only to be used on special occassions, in the hands of professional (so I've been advised)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my youth groupies said it a New Zealander had told him that it's because New Zealanders are much more friendlier than Australians. That's why they have it and we don't :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, lest we all remember... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Remember, remember, the 5th of November &lt;br /&gt;The Gunpowder Treason and plot ; &lt;br /&gt;I know of no reason why the Gunpowder Treason &lt;br /&gt;Should ever be forgot. &lt;br /&gt;Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, &lt;br /&gt;'Twas his intent. &lt;br /&gt;To blow up the King and the Parliament."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-116272672654604932?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/116272672654604932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=116272672654604932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/116272672654604932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/116272672654604932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/11/guy-fawkes.html' title='Guy Fawkes'/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-116220386201306238</id><published>2006-10-30T21:07:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T23:31:05.170+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Ägainst forgetting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/DSC00973.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/320/DSC00973.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from our Ägainst forgetting bi-lingual reading at the Australian Immigration Museum. it was quite interesting hearing ppl recite poetry in all these different languages. There were many ppl singing poetry in Hindi, and this woman did a passionate recital of a love poem in English, French and Italian. Very dramatic and nice to hear... especially French and Italian. ah! The romance languages. I read a poem in Cambodian and English. it was quite an experience using both tongues but it did incite some "ooohhhs" at the end, and lots of people telling me how beautiful it was. I actually only wrote it last Friday, and completed it on the train ride to the event, so i didn't really practice it much but it was OKAY in the end. Here you go:&lt;br /&gt;Sorry i had to take off the video, because it was pulling my profile down... but here's the link to the video on YouTube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/v/73RWifFtkSQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/v/73RWifFtkSQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/DSC00966.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/320/DSC00966.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my family! of whom I love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-116220386201306238?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/116220386201306238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=116220386201306238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/116220386201306238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/116220386201306238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/10/gainst-forgetting.html' title='Ägainst forgetting'/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-116201600079233714</id><published>2006-10-28T16:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T16:13:20.810+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A day at the BBQ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/DSC00951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/320/DSC00951.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A day at the BBQ&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/20112978-116201600079233714?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/116201600079233714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=116201600079233714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/116201600079233714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/116201600079233714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/10/day-at-bbq.html' title='A day at the BBQ'/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-116168220928425357</id><published>2006-10-24T19:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T19:50:36.766+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday, I was invited along to this sponsorship party at the river room. It was nice.There was wine and macadamia chicken. melbourne city is so beautiful. The backdrop services as a beautiful background for any occassion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/DSC00118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/320/DSC00118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The arts centre is equally beautiful. There's a chandelier that goes from the ceiling through 4 floors to the ground. It's all very magical. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/DSC00123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/320/DSC00123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melbourne and the arts! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-116168220928425357?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/116168220928425357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=116168220928425357&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/116168220928425357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/116168220928425357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/10/yesterday-i-was-invited-along-to-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-116138936269717933</id><published>2006-10-21T10:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T11:45:29.450+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="WIDTH: 510px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(216,233,237); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0pt; PADDING-LEFT: 0pt; BACKGROUND: rgb(129,172,201); PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; PADDING-TOP: 0pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which Avatar: The Last Airbender Guy is your Best Match?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(216,233,237); TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/LittlerRain/quiz/bestmatchb_zuko.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zuko is the best person for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-116138936269717933?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/116138936269717933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=116138936269717933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/116138936269717933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/116138936269717933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/10/which-avatar-last-airbender-guy-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y196/LittlerRain/quiz/th_bestmatchb_zuko.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-116117007997618901</id><published>2006-10-18T21:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T21:14:39.993+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/mumdadme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/320/mumdadme.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family is precious&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-116117007997618901?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/116117007997618901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=116117007997618901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/116117007997618901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/116117007997618901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/10/family-is-precious.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-116107022370854318</id><published>2006-10-17T17:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T17:30:23.726+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Children are adorable. They remind us of our innocence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/DSC00943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/320/DSC00943.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-116107022370854318?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/116107022370854318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=116107022370854318&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/116107022370854318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/116107022370854318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/10/children-are-adorable.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-115853513290126318</id><published>2006-09-18T09:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T22:29:15.520+10:00</updated><title type='text'>BRING ON THE SUMMER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/DSC00815.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/320/DSC00815.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRING ON THE SUMMER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i miss NZ! I miss my friends, i miss our crazy laughter. I miss being in love, dancing around in a tranze and living in a fantasy, pining over a boy across the sea... once upon a december...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/DSC00741.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/320/DSC00741.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/DSC00836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/320/DSC00836.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/DSC00041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/320/DSC00041.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-115853513290126318?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/115853513290126318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=115853513290126318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/115853513290126318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/115853513290126318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/09/bring-on-summer.html' title='BRING ON THE SUMMER!'/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-115779381169169477</id><published>2006-09-09T15:19:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T00:23:18.456+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I woke up and went to visit the owners... well the owners of the house that we're moving to in two weeks. We are all so very excited and am I am evermore excited about the waterlily pond that we're gonna have in the front yard... hoping kids won't sabotage it. We are so forunate that the owners are so lovely. They are leaving us lots of things, like these greek pillars, a scary looking mirror and an outdoor stove for those winter seasons. So many stories hide behind it's wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and pictures tell a million stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/infront%20of%20the%20house%20we%20bought.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/200/infront%20of%20the%20house%20we%20bought.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;house for sale... SOLD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/DSC00062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/200/DSC00062.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scary mirror that the old owners left. Reminds me of the Ring. not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/DSC00082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/200/DSC00082.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew $9.95 can create such a fountain of fashion! I love DFO... And the colour white on some occassions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/in%20the%20boot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/200/in%20the%20boot.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A baby in the boot... any takers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on an unrelated topic, i was watching paths to 9/11 today. It was actually a pretty good movie...acting, mood, story-telling wise... very well done. Much surprised.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-115779381169169477?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/115779381169169477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=115779381169169477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/115779381169169477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/115779381169169477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/09/today-i-woke-up-and-went-to-visit_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-115723934137551300</id><published>2006-09-03T09:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T09:27:32.400+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A glimpse of Yesteryear</title><content type='html'>I love pictures. Brings back such a flurry of memories... memories of when i was... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/DSCF4190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/320/DSCF4190.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; waiting after church watching Jordan, his brother and their friend played heavy metal music and rocking out tunes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/DSCF5543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/320/DSCF5543.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mooching with family on Harmel Road and decorating the house accordingly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/DSCF5562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/320/DSCF5562.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having KOFA in the garage, level one, and people's houses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/Sadako.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/320/Sadako.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dressing up as characters from movies... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh it brings up good memories&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-115723934137551300?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/115723934137551300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=115723934137551300&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/115723934137551300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/115723934137551300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/09/glimpse-of-yesteryear.html' title='A glimpse of Yesteryear'/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-115676708421384672</id><published>2006-08-28T22:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T20:01:19.026+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LscPaavjmqQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LscPaavjmqQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CaCC youth worship...We love God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i borrow some bits from Jordan's Kings Kidz evangelism video because it went out of sync, thanks to HDV and a clitch in converting :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just amazing how God works in our lives and gives us the strength and confident to do anything. Those kids just got up on stage and sang only finding out about 5mins before church and most of the guys in the worship band did not know the song, as they usually did Cambodian songs... but we all gave it go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we studied the parable of the three talents which was very relevant and revealing in this case.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-115676708421384672?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/115676708421384672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=115676708421384672&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/115676708421384672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/115676708421384672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/08/cacc-youth-worship.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-115651111849820486</id><published>2006-08-25T22:41:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T10:57:10.663+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My friend had this survey on his blog, and just so I can get to know myself more, I decided to copy/paste and fill it for me. It’s amazing what you find out about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name:Kalyan Tresha Ky&lt;br /&gt;Single or Taken: Boo hoo&lt;br /&gt;Eye color: Brown&lt;br /&gt;Shoe size: 6&lt;br /&gt;Height: 5'2&lt;br /&gt;What are you wearing right now: Red top and black shorts&lt;br /&gt;Righty or lefty: Righty&lt;br /&gt;Can you make a dollar in change right now: uh…&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------FAVORITES&lt;br /&gt;Kind of pants: tight&lt;br /&gt;Animal: sparrow or humans&lt;br /&gt;Drink: vanilla coke&lt;br /&gt;Month: January&lt;br /&gt;Juice: Blackcurrant&lt;br /&gt;Favorite cartoon: Love Hina&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------HAVE YOU EVER...&lt;br /&gt;Given anyone a bath: yes&lt;br /&gt;Made yourself throw-up? yes&lt;br /&gt;skinny dipped? yes&lt;br /&gt;Loved someone so much it made you cry? Yes, then he broke my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Broken a bone: my face is broken&lt;br /&gt;Played truth or dare: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Came close to dying: Apparently, I’ve been clinically dead… but now I’ve alive… been banned from driving for random twitching disorder of which I have to get tested on next week. Oh life is revealing&lt;br /&gt;Been in a hot tub: yes&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep in school: All the time, esp. University&lt;br /&gt;Ran away: Into the arms of a traveller&lt;br /&gt;Broken someone's heart: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Cried when someone died: yes&lt;br /&gt;Fell off your chair: Ask Russell.&lt;br /&gt;Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call: Every Night… unfortunately he didn’t call, then stopped calling.&lt;br /&gt;Saved AIM conversations: AIM?&lt;br /&gt;Made out with JUST a friend?: yes, don’t quite a lot of things with friends…&lt;br /&gt;Used someone: Yes… but not intentionally&lt;br /&gt;Been cheated on: …although he won’t admit it&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------WHAT IS...&lt;br /&gt;Beside you: my telstra phone which is costing me a fortune to maintain&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you ate: Australian fish &amp; chips&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------Ever Had...&lt;br /&gt;Chicken pox: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Sore Throat: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Stitches: yes&lt;br /&gt;Broken nose: Fortunately, NO&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------Do You...&lt;br /&gt;Like school: yes, up until sixth form&lt;br /&gt;Question yourself: every single of the day&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person that called you? My mummy&lt;br /&gt;Who makes you smile the most: My friends and family&lt;br /&gt;Who knows you the best: My mummy and Jordan&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Do you like filling these out: yeah, it’s amazing. It’s kind of like a get to know yourself exercise&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear contact lenses or glasses: nope&lt;br /&gt;Do you get along with your family: Very well. My sister is getting back with her husband and they’ll moving into the cottage with me. If that’s not get along, what is…&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------Final Questions:&lt;br /&gt;What did you do yesterday: worked, picked up my niece/brother, watched constantine, typed up vacate premises within 30days letter, slept, talked to kelvin in the morning… and um, coughed, ate lots of mangoes and lollies, bought some nice red clothing.&lt;br /&gt;What car/truck do you wish to have: um… any car…&lt;br /&gt;Have a lava lamp: NO! I want one though. Any offers.&lt;br /&gt;How many remote controls are in your house?: Too many to count&lt;br /&gt;Scary or Funny Movies: Scary… I love horror movies.&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla: VanillaRootbeer or Dr.Pepper:&lt;br /&gt;Rootbear…Summer or winter: summer&lt;br /&gt;Silver or Gold: Sapphire?&lt;br /&gt;Diamond or pearl: Sapphire?&lt;br /&gt;Sprite or 7up: mmm Mountain dew&lt;br /&gt;Coffee or tea: ew… who drinks coffee…&lt;br /&gt;Phone or in person: In person. I like the closeness and intimacy.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------Today did you...&lt;br /&gt;1. Talk to someone you liked: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;2. Buy something: yes.3.&lt;br /&gt;Get sick: Yes… it never stops&lt;br /&gt;8. Talked to an ex: No…. L&lt;br /&gt;9. Miss someone: every moment of the day&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------Last person who....&lt;br /&gt;10. Slept in your bed: Me.&lt;br /&gt;11. Saw/heard you cry: My family&lt;br /&gt;12. Made you cry: Jordan&lt;br /&gt;13. Went to the movies with: My Niece…&lt;br /&gt;HEY WHAT HAPPENED TO 14 *shrug* meh&lt;br /&gt;15. Said "I Love You" to: um sundeia and Kelvin&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;16. Ever been in a fight with your pet: Yes… if you call Shirlene a Pet&lt;br /&gt;18. Been to Mexico: does in my dreams count?&lt;br /&gt;20. Been to Europe: what if the love of my life has been there?_______________________________________________Random.....&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you have a crush on someone right now: umm… yes&lt;br /&gt;22. What book are you reading now: burning….&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal: Yes&lt;br /&gt;26. What's under your bed? Shoes…. rubbish&lt;br /&gt;27. Favorite sports to watch: netball, gymnastics, soccer&lt;br /&gt;28. Favorite Locations: wellington! &amp;amp; tasmania &amp;amp; melbourne.&lt;br /&gt;29. tattoos or piercing: niether&lt;br /&gt;30. What are you most scared of right now?: My past&lt;br /&gt;31. Who do you really hate?: Men who lie&lt;br /&gt;32. Do you have a job?: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;33.Have you ever liked someone you didn't have a chance with: Unfortunately yes&lt;br /&gt;36. Are you lonely right now?: No I have God…&lt;br /&gt;38. Song that's stuck in your head right now?: Not gonna get us… Russell style&lt;br /&gt;39. Have you ever played strip poker: …um….kind of&lt;br /&gt;42. Have you ever been on radio/TV: yes… through the video camera…&lt;br /&gt;44. Ever liked someone, but thought they never noticed?: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________Random...&lt;br /&gt;what color is your underwear right now? Um black&lt;br /&gt;Whats the first things you notice about the opposite/same sex?: aura&lt;br /&gt;Your Favorite Food?: KFC&lt;br /&gt;Ever get so drunk you don't remember?: …heheh hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Are you to shy to ask someone out? NO&lt;br /&gt;Hugs or Kisses?: Hugs. Kisses are yucky.&lt;br /&gt;Dogs or cats?: Cats are lazy. Dogs are crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Flower?: sooooo many. Waterlily is my top choice… then the nigella damascena, chrysanthemums, carnations and the list goes in&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever fired a gun? …in my mind sometimes&lt;br /&gt;How many pillows do you sleep with?: two&lt;br /&gt;Who are you missing right now: all my friends in NZ and around the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-115651111849820486?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/115651111849820486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=115651111849820486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/115651111849820486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/115651111849820486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-friend-had-this-survey-on-his-blog_25.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-115632794219573276</id><published>2006-08-23T20:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T20:27:13.736+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/103243072ml1149724751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/400/103243072ml1149724751.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my beautiful cottage on centenary court. It's no where as near as the shack on the water that I dreamt of but it's very pretty. I'm going to put knomes along the front.... and add a water feature...maybe a pond with waterlillies. It'll be all fairytale like.... with vines and all sort, morning glory, chrysanthemums...all part of a beautiful garden.... mmm... very highly decorative. Have to cut down a few trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/~Skt5600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/400/%7ESkt5600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ghost of x-ray's past&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-115632794219573276?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/115632794219573276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=115632794219573276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/115632794219573276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/115632794219573276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-beautiful-cottage-on-centenary.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-115624292979506446</id><published>2006-08-22T20:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T20:35:29.813+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Pancake Parlour Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/19-08-06_1933.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/400/19-08-06_1933.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/19-08-06_2105.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/400/19-08-06_2105.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-115624292979506446?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/115624292979506446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=115624292979506446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/115624292979506446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/115624292979506446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/08/pancake-parlour-pictures.html' title='Pancake Parlour Pictures'/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-115606055668340447</id><published>2006-08-20T17:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T17:55:56.683+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love God. I am so happy that my soul is safe in His arms.&lt;br /&gt;I was singing worship songs all day and my heart was just filled with His peace and warmth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-115606055668340447?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/115606055668340447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=115606055668340447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/115606055668340447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/115606055668340447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-love-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-115606027527965745</id><published>2006-08-20T17:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T17:53:53.740+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Following in the tradition of Te Atatu Bible Chapels youth, the event started about an hour after suggested time - although they actually come on time for bible study, just not activities :) ... having to bid time about 30mins or so mooching around, looking at home-made items and laughing ourselves in the convex/concave mirrors of distorted images, i decided to rest on the dracula ride. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was having quite a fantastic time until a little blonde kicked me off. She put on such a scary face and was quite determine to get on the ride. My sister and friends just walked away as if they didn't know me :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-115606027527965745?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/115606027527965745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=115606027527965745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/115606027527965745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/115606027527965745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/08/following-in-tradition-of-te-atatu.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-115590704865471931</id><published>2006-08-18T23:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T23:20:35.570+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is beautiful</title><content type='html'>Life is great!&lt;br /&gt;here's me mooching with my best friend - well in Australia :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/18-08-06_1835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/400/18-08-06_1835.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black outs are also a marvellous time to get to know people. We had a black out during bible study when we were talking about the dandenong ranges, and the mysterious lady that appears with no arms... then we spent about an hour or so in pitch darkness discussing God, truths about life and the vision for our youth. In darkness brings the light.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-115590704865471931?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/115590704865471931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=115590704865471931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/115590704865471931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/115590704865471931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/08/life-is-beautiful.html' title='Life is beautiful'/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-115555360581743667</id><published>2006-08-14T21:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T21:35:19.546+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>uh! the most wonderful 21st birthday party. Here are the informercials...highlights to follow - oh how tragic is bad video quality, but at least we can make out ourselves in the million of specs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Informercial One:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6iR4qwhi1M4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6iR4qwhi1M4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Informercial Two: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ucbClmcAuvI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ucbClmcAuvI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-115555360581743667?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/115555360581743667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=115555360581743667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/115555360581743667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/115555360581743667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/08/uh-most-wonderful-21st-birthday-party.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-115545220550962609</id><published>2006-08-13T16:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T19:19:11.710+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The origins of caramaloo</title><content type='html'>Sometimes you wonder what inspired a song, or what the origins of a particular song is. One day as Russell was mooching in the garage playing on the laptop...  this song came to him, and ever since that momentous occassion it has been quite a theme song...catchy, and something that we've sang along too. The version has change slightly and there have been many renditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;press play for the original rendition of the Calamaloo song. Other renditions to follow including one from the love of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="352" height="288"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZrSBUkt3lmU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZrSBUkt3lmU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are bits and pieces of my graduation that I extracted using the not-so-good belkin AVI adapter... it is presented in super bad internet quality for your viewing pleasures. Thanks to youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MuKf8tv4prY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MuKf8tv4prY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-115545220550962609?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/115545220550962609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=115545220550962609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/115545220550962609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/115545220550962609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/08/origins-of-caramaloo.html' title='The origins of caramaloo'/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-115478924268863552</id><published>2006-08-06T00:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T22:57:43.723+10:00</updated><title type='text'>stony point mysteries</title><content type='html'>Ever since grabbing hold of the melbourne train route map, I've had a fascination with a place called "stony point." Stony point is at the end of the frankston to stony point line, and unlike most of the train services in Melbourne, it runs on plain ol'diesel, pumping fumes into the air every now &amp; then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my mind, stony point was a small colony, housing round about 500 or so ppl, but an attraction would be the coastline... in which mangroves dwelled for miles and there were several rocks to see on... something like te atatu peninsula on the side that sees the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day (being yesterday) as I sat on my bed, I decided to take a drive to stony point and investigate it further. For what mysteries lied at the end of the train tracks. I've searched it many times in Google, and what was advertised as an attraction is the ferries, train station and mangroves. It sounded a bit mundane, but I really had to see what was at the end of the traintracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here it was. Stony point. Population: a few mangroves, a docking bay. Population-2. Things to do: Leave.. either by boat or train. P.S. the red dress can be worn anywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/DSC00761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/200/DSC00761.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/DSC00764.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/200/DSC00764.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-115478924268863552?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/115478924268863552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=115478924268863552&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/115478924268863552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/115478924268863552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/08/stony-point-mysteries.html' title='stony point mysteries'/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-115450850166746203</id><published>2006-08-02T18:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T18:48:21.683+10:00</updated><title type='text'>in Thailand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/withapillowonmyhead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/200/withapillowonmyhead.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the new fashion&lt;br /&gt;a pillow on the head at the exhibition centre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-115450850166746203?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/115450850166746203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=115450850166746203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/115450850166746203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/115450850166746203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/08/in-thailand.html' title='in Thailand'/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-115418469759801022</id><published>2006-07-30T00:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T00:53:45.810+10:00</updated><title type='text'>the little red dress</title><content type='html'>I think everyone, including men, should own a little red dress. I was having a conversation with my friends the other day on how they would suit this particular one. Little red dresses symbolise a change in your life, where you are no longer a child frolicking through the field, but rather maturing and throwing away childish habits such as wanting icecream and lollies.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my little red dress - however, I'm not sure I'll change my habits anytime soon. That'll have to wait to marriage, or maybe even longer. Frolicking will always be something carried through life &lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/littlereddress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/200/littlereddress.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just for fun.... here's a poem about a red dress by dorothy parker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Red Dress&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;I always saw, I always said&lt;br /&gt;If I were grown and free,&lt;br /&gt;I'd have a gown of reddest red&lt;br /&gt;As fine as you could see,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To wear out walking, sleek and slow,&lt;br /&gt;Upon a Summer day,&lt;br /&gt;And there'd be one to see me so&lt;br /&gt;And flip the world away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he would be a gallant one,&lt;br /&gt;With stars behind his eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And hair like metal in the sun,&lt;br /&gt;And lips too warm for lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always saw us, gay and good,&lt;br /&gt;High honored in the town.&lt;br /&gt;Now I am grown to womanhood....&lt;br /&gt;I have the silly gown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-115418469759801022?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/115418469759801022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=115418469759801022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/115418469759801022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/115418469759801022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/07/little-red-dress.html' title='the little red dress'/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-115417752040129215</id><published>2006-07-29T22:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T01:11:16.276+10:00</updated><title type='text'>beautiful photography</title><content type='html'>It's amazing how you can capture something and bring to the shot a sense of personality. The aroma, atmosphere, demeanour and a myriad of other things are included. Here's some example of some awesome pics that have been taken - &amp; to make it more interesting, it was in one shot... no rendering or lightning. The eye is every watchful and imaginative and the lens is every manipulative... can make things out to look like something they're not &lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/DSC00657.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/200/DSC00657.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who knew a light house could be so beautiful when it's set in the mist of a city.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/DSC00577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/200/DSC00577.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not evil.. not at all :) &lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/DSC00606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/200/DSC00606.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... what's that in the sky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/jordanandhisgf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/200/jordanandhisgf.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*add caption here*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-115417752040129215?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/115417752040129215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=115417752040129215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/115417752040129215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/115417752040129215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/07/beautiful-photography.html' title='beautiful photography'/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-115344551625009685</id><published>2006-07-21T11:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T01:13:16.663+10:00</updated><title type='text'>where am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/DSC00506.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/200/DSC00506.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-115344551625009685?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/115344551625009685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=115344551625009685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/115344551625009685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/115344551625009685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/07/where-am-i.html' title='where am I?'/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-115295407766821551</id><published>2006-07-15T18:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T19:35:43.446+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/Gravity%20Conference%2036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/200/Gravity%20Conference%2036.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friendship never fails&lt;br /&gt;it's beauty beyond comprehension&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/DSCF5809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/200/DSCF5809.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they exist in different forms and situations&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/kim%20059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/200/kim%20059.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there are even unlikely ones which blossom&lt;br /&gt;but friends stick together singing... random tunes that pop into their head&lt;br /&gt;but oh woe! what is true love when love dies&lt;br /&gt;the fragile flame that once lit that spark in our tired eyes.&lt;br /&gt;the voice that could calm any pain and hurt&lt;br /&gt;but is now the reason why your eyes flood with tears&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/kim%20052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/200/kim%20052.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's no words to describe the sorrow&lt;br /&gt;that a person can be so close but is now a distant call&lt;br /&gt;oh well alas!let us drink and hope tomorrow will shine a brighter light.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-115295407766821551?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/115295407766821551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=115295407766821551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/115295407766821551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/115295407766821551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/07/friendship-never-fails-its-beauty.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-115278301210264230</id><published>2006-07-13T19:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T19:30:51.003+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/11-07-06_1542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/200/11-07-06_1542.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snoopy! our work mascot. &lt;br /&gt;He is about 4inches tall, can twist his body completely around; wears the socceroos uniform yet insists on celebrating with the italian colours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-115278301210264230?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/115278301210264230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=115278301210264230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/115278301210264230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/115278301210264230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/07/snoopy-our-work-mascot.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-115240572659684346</id><published>2006-07-09T10:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T10:44:40.790+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Cambodian Parties</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I went to another 21st birthday party at a restaurant and as I sat there eating the well prepared food, with pretty carrot decorations I was hit with another stream of nostaglia. Ironically enough, every Cambodian party set at a restaurant has been patterned out the same. There's the greeting as you walk in, the greeting from friends of the family, searching for an suitable table and waiting 2 hours for the food to be served. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, into my fourth dish, a man stopped us and did some introductions... and a slight change occured. Suddenly, everyone's head was down in prayer and for the next ten minutes, we were joining in the Lord's prayer - something quite different for receptions at restaurants. Anyway, I thought that's an excellent idea... to include God in everything, even celebrations and these ppl managed it well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/melookinghappy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/200/melookinghappy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's me looking happy under the flower arch. It was so beautiful!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/DSC00456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/200/DSC00456.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/DSC00492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/200/DSC00492.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else are used for?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/smileforthecamera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/200/smileforthecamera.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/innztradition.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/200/innztradition.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the tradition of taking photos in NZ, point up to nothing and pose. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-115240572659684346?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/115240572659684346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=115240572659684346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/115240572659684346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/115240572659684346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/07/cambodian-parties.html' title='Cambodian Parties'/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-115175328708608806</id><published>2006-07-01T21:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T21:30:12.453+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of my youth</title><content type='html'>When you are young, you want to old and responsible... leaning in on adult conversation and putting your opinion in everywhere it can be heard. Now when you're old, filled with responsibilities, you just want to run amok and roll around in mud. Well, something along those lines.. uh! Anywho, here are some pictures of my youth. Not at all flattering, but very cutsies mcgee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/young%20kalyan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/200/young%20kalyan.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somewhere in auckland in middle nineties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/babykalyanwithfamily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/200/babykalyanwithfamily.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a place in malaysia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/200/family.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;write your own caption?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-115175328708608806?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/115175328708608806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=115175328708608806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/115175328708608806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/115175328708608806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/07/pictures-of-my-youth.html' title='Pictures of my youth'/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-115171306984556830</id><published>2006-07-01T10:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T04:29:19.663+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The world has plummeted to a halt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argentina isn't going to win the soccer world cup after all. Oh woe!&lt;br /&gt;ON the bright side, I still wear my favourite colour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoorah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, my friend and I was looking at houses and we just laughed when we stumbled upon this deal. It was horrendously wrong in so many levels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/103019606ml1144720106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/200/103019606ml1144720106.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the house you see above.. it was advertised on the market for $420, 000 plus - and it doesnt end there, even the kitchen, living area and bathroom was in complete shambles. Compare that it this house (below) which was also selling in the same area for $420,000 max - 3 bedrooms, ensuite, spa and plenty of land with a beautiful kitchen to top things off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/103277322ml1151295773.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/200/103277322ml1151295773.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this view was free!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/DSC00401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/200/DSC00401.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-115171306984556830?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/115171306984556830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=115171306984556830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/115171306984556830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/115171306984556830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/07/world-has-plummeted-to-halt.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-115111135010038304</id><published>2006-06-24T10:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T11:14:39.956+10:00</updated><title type='text'>the question of virginity</title><content type='html'>I've lost my great ocean rd virginity. It was a marvellous experience. Lighthouses, twelve apostles and getting lost on the way to waterfalls at ungodly hours... fearing leeches and not able to do bushwalks. All very exciting.. you guys should try it. It's amazing how many things you can see and do just along that one road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/DSC00349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/200/DSC00349.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's my new living arrangements. It's quite cosy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/DSC00366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/200/DSC00366.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is cliffy. looks like he's having the time of his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/DSC00360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/200/DSC00360.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no comment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/DSC00374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/200/DSC00374.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great big swimming pool! jump... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/DSC00364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/200/DSC00364.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalyan: "What's that in the distance... It's Sundeia...!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/DSC00352.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/200/DSC00352.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new house. uh isnt it beautiful?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-115111135010038304?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/115111135010038304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=115111135010038304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/115111135010038304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/115111135010038304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/06/question-of-virginity.html' title='the question of virginity'/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-115086592799252085</id><published>2006-06-21T14:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T15:08:06.066+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/DSC00146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/320/DSC00146.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/170797334_ee0715c76b_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/320/170797334_ee0715c76b_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-115086592799252085?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/115086592799252085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=115086592799252085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/115086592799252085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/115086592799252085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-115086546381309002</id><published>2006-06-21T14:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T14:51:03.826+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>la!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-115086546381309002?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/115086546381309002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=115086546381309002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/115086546381309002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/115086546381309002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/06/la.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-115078229529396090</id><published>2006-06-20T15:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T15:46:50.663+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/DSC00193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/320/DSC00193.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's my niece instructing me how to play my violin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/170797329_c9b92a38c9_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/320/170797329_c9b92a38c9_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a picture I took off the wannabee publishing site of me speaking to mrs. briggs at their publishing launch. it's amazing how you dont even notice ppl taking pictures of you at times :0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/DSC00222.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/320/DSC00222.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playing the keyboard cambodian style for worship&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-115078229529396090?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/115078229529396090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=115078229529396090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/115078229529396090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/115078229529396090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/06/heres-my-niece-instructing-me-how-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-115007656667534584</id><published>2006-06-12T11:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T12:00:26.653+10:00</updated><title type='text'>picture of a frog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/27-05-06_1144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/320/27-05-06_1144.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/primary%20school.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/320/primary%20school.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is second year in primary school. &lt;br /&gt;I looked so weird!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah pictures.. they bring back so many memories.&lt;br /&gt;the girl who is sitting two spaces from me was my best friend in highschool, and the boy standing two spaces in from the right, in the second row down(second from the top), was my first bf. Of course, it turned out he was gay and only went with me to hide this... but the point is it's amazing how you can meet someone in the future as if it were a new experience, but already have this past with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. i showed my friend at high school this picture, &amp; she drew devil markings on his picture and I couldn't get it off since. I don't think he's the devil... well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a group of ppl from my church have left for cambodia today. They are going on a one month evangelism trip, as well as visiting family and so forth. Yesterday's service was pretty special as most ppl shared their testimonies and sang beautiful cambodian songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/11-06-06_1501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/320/11-06-06_1501.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/28-04-06_1649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/320/28-04-06_1649.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random man pining over lost love in federation square&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-115007656667534584?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/115007656667534584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=115007656667534584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/115007656667534584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/115007656667534584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/06/picture-of-frog.html' title='picture of a frog'/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-114977068694782143</id><published>2006-06-08T22:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T22:48:33.513+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happiness is being able to wake up in the morning and smile... and say I am content with my life. I am Happy :0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/04-06-06_1609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/320/04-06-06_1609.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my church. it has a real thirst for community &amp; we all speak the same language :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/04-06-06_1318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/320/04-06-06_1318.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/04-06-06_1416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/320/04-06-06_1416.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-114977068694782143?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/114977068694782143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=114977068694782143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114977068694782143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114977068694782143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/06/happiness-is-being-able-to-wake-up-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-114938066313283134</id><published>2006-06-04T10:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T10:24:23.133+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>red shoes have placed a trance on me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-114938066313283134?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/114938066313283134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=114938066313283134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114938066313283134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114938066313283134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/06/red-shoes-have-placed-trance-on-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-114938017660935920</id><published>2006-06-04T10:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T10:16:16.626+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thank you for the music&lt;br /&gt;the song I'm singing... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-114938017660935920?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/114938017660935920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=114938017660935920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114938017660935920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114938017660935920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/06/thank-you-for-music-song-im-singing.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-114908047304452115</id><published>2006-05-31T22:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T23:04:45.533+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this hour is the happiest hour of my life. &lt;br /&gt;my broadband speeed was restored. &lt;br /&gt;What is it about ppl and impatience... &lt;br /&gt;i think i learnt lots about patience over the last few days. &lt;br /&gt;Actually I didn't. &lt;br /&gt;slow internet is just so painful :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's worse than long-distance relationship and not being able to hug ppl&lt;br /&gt;&amp; that's saying something&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-114908047304452115?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/114908047304452115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=114908047304452115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114908047304452115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114908047304452115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-hour-is-happiest-hour-of-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-114890402788847130</id><published>2006-05-29T21:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T22:00:27.903+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After two routers, hundreds of dollars, countless hours of installation and configuring, i have finally managed to get a network up and running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The downside is that it only worked for 10mins then died again. &lt;br /&gt;But on the brightside, I can always contact tech support in the next day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's besides the point though. The point is that technology can be a blessing as well as a nightmare. It's like a relationship really. They're so amazing and filled with wonders when it's working and you''re all connected and communicating well, then it's a nightmare when you hardly understand each other and are distances apart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose we can learn a bit from networking and routers.&lt;br /&gt;When you connect everything directly, it runs smoothly, yet when you try to have an arbitrator, e.g. router or get a wireless connection going, it turns to goo! But if you configure IP addresses right then you'll get it up and running. However, if you don't know what the configurations are then you'll have some trouble. A lesson in which we can apply to life.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;If only they had tech support for relationships hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-114890402788847130?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/114890402788847130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=114890402788847130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114890402788847130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114890402788847130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/05/after-two-routers-hundreds-of-dollars.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-114838272495176370</id><published>2006-05-23T21:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T21:13:20.176+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/250px-Destruction_of_Leviathan.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/320/250px-Destruction_of_Leviathan.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just learnt a very valuable lesson today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVER USE YOUR PHONE while crossing the train tracks.... especially when you're disputing a heinous bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By all is all, life is fine and I'm alive :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/here%20i%20have%20a%20present%20for%20u.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/320/here%20i%20have%20a%20present%20for%20u.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/26-04-06_2029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/320/26-04-06_2029.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/ChIcken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/320/ChIcken.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/419463_dolphin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/320/419463_dolphin.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-114838272495176370?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/114838272495176370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=114838272495176370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114838272495176370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114838272495176370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-just-learnt-very-valuable-lesson.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-114829885098745922</id><published>2006-05-22T21:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T21:54:10.996+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know there's something in the wake of the smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen to your heart, when he's calling for yoU :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-114829885098745922?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/114829885098745922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=114829885098745922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114829885098745922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114829885098745922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-know-theres-something-in-wake-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-114829454690496240</id><published>2006-05-22T20:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T20:47:11.586+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY WORD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got my phone bill, and apparently I had to pay for all the calls I received while in NZ.$52.76! It's insane. But I suppose that's how phone companies make their money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, this young man jumped in front of a moving train today. It was quite shocking! trauma written 10 millions times. I told my sister and she said that it's quite normal, happens all the time... woah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on Friday, someone lit the bin outside the shock exchange building on fire. There were fire engines all over collins street and a hoard of spectactors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a dramatic city!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-114829454690496240?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/114829454690496240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=114829454690496240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114829454690496240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114829454690496240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-word-i-just-got-my-phone-bill-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-114817623069901350</id><published>2006-05-21T11:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T12:52:54.640+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Proverbs 16:32(KJV): "He that is slow to anger is better than the mighty; and he that ruleth his spirit than he that taketh a city."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For nothing is secret, that shall not be made manifest; neither any thing hid, that shall not be known and come abroad.  Luke 8:17&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-114817623069901350?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/114817623069901350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=114817623069901350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114817623069901350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114817623069901350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/05/proverbs-1632kjv-he-that-is-slow-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-114813720396011874</id><published>2006-05-21T00:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T01:00:03.980+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/Dscf6625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/200/Dscf6625.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this has no relevance to anything what so ever, but cures the feeling fuelled by nostaglia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-114813720396011874?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/114813720396011874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=114813720396011874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114813720396011874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114813720396011874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-has-no-relevance-to-anything-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-114810547913640767</id><published>2006-05-20T15:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T16:11:19.213+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I LOVE CELTIC MUSIC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A song which has caught my attention is An Irish Blessing by Ralph Mctell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-114810547913640767?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/114810547913640767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=114810547913640767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114810547913640767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114810547913640767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-love-celtic-music-song-which-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-114785968168236526</id><published>2006-05-17T19:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T19:54:41.693+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's so sad when family members turn against each other but it happens all the time. By family members, I mean extended family...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-114785968168236526?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/114785968168236526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=114785968168236526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114785968168236526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114785968168236526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-so-sad-when-family-members-turn.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-114777910341238909</id><published>2006-05-16T21:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T21:33:16.636+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/GRADUATING.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/320/GRADUATING.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;here's me graduating! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/Butterflies_and_flowers.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/320/Butterflies_and_flowers.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;here's two butterflies swarming around flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the link? *shrug*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just got around to scanning the pictures because I had to scan something for someone else. *groan* Time to go flinders street and take some pictures...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-114777910341238909?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/114777910341238909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=114777910341238909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114777910341238909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114777910341238909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/05/heres-me-graduating-heres-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-114644658742810745</id><published>2006-05-01T11:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T21:16:00.463+10:00</updated><title type='text'>HOME SWEET HOME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/DSC00147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 320px; height: 196px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/320/DSC00147.jpg" border="0" height="192" width="259" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/DSC00061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 323px; height: 162px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/320/DSC00061.jpg" border="0" height="143" width="278" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;PS: Although it says Monday 1st May, it actually the 7th! Darn computers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just come back from a whirlwind adventure in New Zealand and had a superb flight back except for the time when I felt as if i would faint. Luckily, I got more toys on board - This time is was a brown dog and a polaroid picture of me and my graduation toy. I have actually decided never to fly on another airline except emirates. There are exceptions though - Emirates does not fly everywhere, so if I wanted to go to - let's say Peru, I'll probably have to catch another airline. SPEAKING OF WHICH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was waiting to check-in and I was about to take a video of my parents when this man behind me goes: "It makes a whole lot of difference when you take the lense-cap off." Then, he goes: "Were you on the flight last Saturday?" And my answer was obviously yes. Then he said: "I thought I remembered you. You were wearing that pink hat right" LOL! it was funny... I didn't realise how flamboyant that hat was. But it was such a surprise. How often are you on the same plane to a destination with someone, and taking the same plane back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived last Saturday at about 12.45pm, got off the plane, went through customs, had to remove my pink hat several times then mooched around under the samsung stall. I then strenously directed Kelvin to Te Atatu as we needed to pick up some stuff from the Clists, but after turning right several times we ended up in Mt Albert and went to visit Sundeia instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Clists after following Sundeia to the church and going straight pass it. They were very good at hiding a secret of which shocked my pores later that evening. After getting the tripod and pining whether we'd get the data projector, I went to help Sundeia and Terry prepare for the party. We had lots of fun throwing balls around and watching Terry sort out the streamers and filming in...mmm... HDV 5.1 sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party started at 7.30pm and people came dressed up in their various uniforms and there was an array of delicious food. LOTS of sugar was served later that evening. Hayley also showed up after saying she couldn't make it and said to me that she had to pick up a "friend" who lived close-by. This was quite unusual for me as I was not aware that she had a good friend in Mt Albert. But then again, I have been gone for 6 months... anything could happen. She brought the data projector with her. This is what I thought Stefan and his mum were planning, but I was mistakened. As I was busily setting up the data projector, Hayley pulls me to the girls toilet to tell me a "secret." All these ideas went through my head... I thought maybe she wanted to tell me she was interested in someone but as we were securely in the toilet, she goes: "Kalyan, i have to tell you a secret. I am pregnant." I was shocked! Then someone walked out of the toilet, and I was quite fearful that they had heard what she said, then I went: Hayley, we should've checked first. But in a second glance, I realise who had walked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS JORDAN! jordan who was suppose to be America. Jordan who had a leaving dinner and who I had thought was not in the country. Even his parents said that he's gone off - of course they were referring to his brothers house. I had called earlier to say i was coming to get some stuff and when Jordan heard, he went to his brothers house. His cousin Daniel said that he really wanted to tell, but for the day, was quite a good secret keeper. He was danging strings at me for my whole visit that day. Wasn't that a surprise! I love surprises. I got to see the love of my life for a few more days before he left on Tuesday after being granted a visa. Oh woe! I still have my HDV and poetry :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, I went to my church and caught up with some people, then Sundeia's church and caught up with more people then in the evening I went to Kelvin's church and learnt about whether I am ready for battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward a few days of mooching around Auckland and going to the airport several times, and you have graduation day. I woke up at 6am, as usual, and my folks drove to the university for the breakfast. I took a protrait photo, and to my dismay, I looked absolutely dreadful - my mum used the word: "rabbit." LOL! but she did say she was joking. I didn't like it personally - luckily I had more pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so exciting. There were so many people dressed up in their suits and best clothing. I mooched around old government house for the first time. I had no idea it was so fancy and nice. I always remember just walking pass it and glimpsing at it's victorian-ness.it'll be nice to have a house like that. It even had a fireplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The street procession was lots of fun despite the menacing rain pouring down on our regalias. I met up with Lee who walked down with me while the drums were played and the bagpipes heard aloud in central city. There were so many spectators and lots of police cars. Part of queen street was blocked off for the procession. i have it on tape. It was quite memorable. Especially turning into queen street from victoria street and to the entrance of Aotea Square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bursting to go to the toilet though and it wasn't until we were all lined up in the supper room when this girl also had the same request and we rushed to the toilet before we had to process into the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marching in the hall was wonderful. As soon as you enter, you see lights flashing from all directions and everyone is standing looking at you. Well, I'm sure they're looking at their own kids but the effect is wonderful for you. I was sitting at the back 'coz the ceremony was A-L, and my last name is KY. :( Oh well, at least the ceremony ended surely after I got my degree.&lt;br /&gt;We took some pictures afterwards, then i went to the architecture building to join terry for his celebration lunch. I also got a ticket to his ceremony from this lovely girl Emily. I was quite fortunate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the ceremony, the quadricedes met up and took some interesting pictures in the town hall before wondering around victoria street deciding on a place to eat. We ended up eating at our original suggestion: Midnight express. It was such a wonderful day. There were so many special moments. It was hard saying goodbye once again but these things happen. It was worth all the thousands I had spent on this trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/DSC00130.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/DSC00130.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/DSC00130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/320/DSC00130.jpg" border="0" height="195" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terry and I looking like we are having an intelligent conversation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-114644658742810745?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/114644658742810745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=114644658742810745&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114644658742810745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114644658742810745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/05/home-sweet-home.html' title='HOME SWEET HOME'/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-114575260647265131</id><published>2006-04-23T10:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T10:36:46.496+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm leaving for New Zealand in a few days! on the 29th to be exact. Then I'm attending my friends 21st, then going to as many churches as I can in one day, then...um... sleeping until my graduation. Actually there's many things I have to do, like remove the stuff which is piling up at the Clists' residence and retreive my precious DVDs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in a situation where you just miss out on something. I always find myself in those situations :'( But oh well, what can I do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-114575260647265131?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/114575260647265131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=114575260647265131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114575260647265131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114575260647265131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-leaving-for-new-zealand-in-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-114552284403599803</id><published>2006-04-20T18:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T18:47:24.036+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>brock brock brock chickens!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-114552284403599803?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/114552284403599803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=114552284403599803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114552284403599803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114552284403599803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/04/brock-brock-brock-chickens.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-114552265495972287</id><published>2006-04-20T18:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T18:47:45.916+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love the new nz passports!&lt;br /&gt;they have this security chip at the back...&lt;br /&gt;it's not too fascinating, but pretty fascinating for me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately they've shorten it to 5 years!&lt;br /&gt;and there's a million visa pages...&lt;br /&gt;I doubt I could fill that up in 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-114552265495972287?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/114552265495972287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=114552265495972287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114552265495972287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114552265495972287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-love-new-nz-passports-they-have-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-114524832037069915</id><published>2006-04-17T14:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T14:32:00.380+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a new place of release. It's called Stony point. There's this little shack type thing there. Oh my home...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-114524832037069915?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/114524832037069915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=114524832037069915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114524832037069915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114524832037069915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-have-new-place-of-release.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-114523875884577125</id><published>2006-04-17T11:51:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T11:52:38.863+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love the colour blue....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-114523875884577125?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/114523875884577125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=114523875884577125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114523875884577125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114523875884577125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-love-colour-blue.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-114519058490858550</id><published>2006-04-16T22:22:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T22:36:46.390+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Oh the time is mental! I was just eating pancakes in March and now it's mid-April.&lt;br /&gt;It's also been pretty eventful. I met someone who looks exactly like Jordan, except he doesn't have the lake blue eyes... :) It's quite funny how you can find clones of people everywhere. I miss NZ. I try hard not to think about it though, but ever so often, a random memory pops up in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not the same mooching at the beach at night in OZ. When the wind blows, it blows hard and sand is scattered all over your faces. I have yet to find someone who is not ashamed to sing passionately while wondering around on the beach... Oh LONG BAY! those hour trips in the night and a gallon of petrol. The ppl I know so far seem to be pre-occupied with bars. What about mooching around at home doing nothing? I taught my aussie friends what mooch means. They seem to find it thoroughly interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my NZ friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so sad thinking of how we've all parted now. :( scattered all over the world and till april 25th, in the same hemisphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to go off and dream about my NZ life.&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/20112978-114519058490858550?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/114519058490858550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=114519058490858550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114519058490858550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114519058490858550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/04/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-114325035999221504</id><published>2006-03-25T12:29:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T12:32:40.003+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People here are so lovely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was enjoying a lunchtime meal at our favourite restaurant, eating rice noodles soup with a variety of flavours, talking with my family and so forth.... then when I went up to pay, the boss said that a man who my mum was speaking to earlier ... they were friends at the Malaysian asylum seeking place we were at in 1987 ... had paid for our meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite lovely really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-114325035999221504?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/114325035999221504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=114325035999221504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114325035999221504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114325035999221504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/03/people-here-are-so-lovely-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-114275371589889557</id><published>2006-03-19T18:25:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T18:35:15.916+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What's new?&lt;br /&gt;My lastest obsession is Melbourne City. There is something about the newstand and the rushing feet that makes Melbourne city a type of anaethestic. I've always wondered what Virginia Woolf was rabbiting on about and here's the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love getting off the crowded train, and trotting down Collins Street in work heels. I love watching all the different faces zoom past, and I love talking to the newstand men every morning as I grab my copy the age and the herald sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take some pictures tomorrow and put them on here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-114275371589889557?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/114275371589889557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=114275371589889557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114275371589889557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114275371589889557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/03/whats-new-my-lastest-obsession-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-114208091075760987</id><published>2006-03-11T23:26:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T23:41:50.806+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NEW BIRTH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;NAME: JHONY EAR&lt;br /&gt;D.O.B: 6th MARCH (a day after me! yay... )&lt;br /&gt;TIME OF BIRTH: 4am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/Image003.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/320/Image003.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/Image020.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/320/Image020.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/Image010.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/320/Image010.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-114208091075760987?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/114208091075760987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=114208091075760987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114208091075760987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114208091075760987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-birth-name-jhony-ear-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-114199729621962650</id><published>2006-03-11T00:27:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T00:28:16.233+11:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT GONNA GET US</title><content type='html'>I'm currently listening to that song: "NOT GONNA GET US" by T.A.T.U, and I was reminded of our fun times in the garage with Russell doing this token dance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-114199729621962650?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/114199729621962650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=114199729621962650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114199729621962650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114199729621962650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/03/not-gonna-get-us.html' title='NOT GONNA GET US'/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-114197563480035655</id><published>2006-03-10T18:22:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T18:45:32.276+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Melbourne is such a friendly place. If you want to move anywhere in the world, move here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love memories. Pictures do a good job of reminding just of all the fun and interesting times in life. Here's some pictures for your viewing pleasure. The first on is of Jordan and I mooching at a chinese/vietnamese restaurant in Springvale. The second is of the chicken corn soup gang minus Russell. The third is of Jordan, after his arm operation ... and the fourth is of me and my old NZ bedroom. I miss NZ :( I also miss my hair. It's a quarter of the length is was before.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/asianrestaurant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/320/asianrestaurant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/chickencornsoup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/320/chickencornsoup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/jordaninhospital.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/320/jordaninhospital.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hehe... he has lovely blue eyes ah? very memerizing. He's turning 21 tomorrow. Happy Birthday to him. Hip hip. Hoorah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/oldbedroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/320/oldbedroom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aw! I miss my bookshelf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-114197563480035655?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/114197563480035655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=114197563480035655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114197563480035655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114197563480035655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/03/melbourne-is-such-friendly-place.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-114155450260019602</id><published>2006-03-05T21:26:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T07:50:20.696+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/Image009.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/320/Image009.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/320/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday did not turn out as bad as I thought it would. We had a little cake cutting ceremony at my uncles house and that was all that matters. Family and cake. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-114155450260019602?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/114155450260019602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=114155450260019602&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114155450260019602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114155450260019602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-birthday-did-not-turn-out-as-bad-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-114147910521904050</id><published>2006-03-05T00:20:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T00:34:02.056+11:00</updated><title type='text'>18th Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>Having had many job interviews in the last month, and being asked the question: What is your weakness? I now have an answer. I usually say things like confrontation and customer service - but I think my greatest weakness, besides tall blonde hair boys with nice blue eyes (hehe), is my gullibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had a random memory of my eighteen birthday. It was a late surprise but nonetheless, it was a pretty awesome surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Russell had come down to visit me for the break, and asked whether other people would be able to come to. I was unsure to why those "other people" would come, but after asking a few odd questions, I conceded and made amends. They did not end up coming though. So it was just me, russell, wellington contact and the Cambodian New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But two days later as I was resting in my nice bed dreaming of ... I can't remember ... I woke up to the sound of Sundeia's voice. What a nice surprise! I was completely enthralled and was jumping with excitement, then all of sudden, Hayley showed her face ... and I completely fell over. I thought the surprises stopped there, but then as I was celebrating, Terry walked out of the closest. LOL~ It was a nice surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral is that weaknesses can also have their benefits :) And I don't mind many more surprises. I actually have the video somewhere, if you guys want to see my reaction. Russell conveniently caught it all on tape.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-114147910521904050?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/114147910521904050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=114147910521904050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114147910521904050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114147910521904050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/03/18th-birthday-party.html' title='18th Birthday Party'/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-114147782252925791</id><published>2006-03-05T00:06:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T00:20:27.443+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The beauty of double-guessing</title><content type='html'>I've always wondered what made double-guessing so appeasing. I know that we all love to do it; we love to figure out why certain people behave in certain ways and why they say certain words, in "certain" situations. And it's more exciting, when you guessed right and something sprouts out of this guessing. But the question is, do you think double-guessing is a bad, futile behavioural trait or simply a harmless sport that we shouldn't burn ourselves over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I'll write my opinions after I hear what you guys have to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-114147782252925791?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/114147782252925791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=114147782252925791&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114147782252925791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114147782252925791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/03/beauty-of-double-guessing.html' title='The beauty of double-guessing'/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-114138810217665070</id><published>2006-03-03T23:11:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T23:15:02.203+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The tyranny of computers</title><content type='html'>OH the inferno tyranny of computers. I came to open my computer awhile ago and to my dismay, a message displaying windows cannot load because hal.dll is corrupted ... please reinstall this file. My computer however does not have the option to put the register backwards to a time when windows wasn't corrupted, so the only soluton was to reformat. That was the computer technicans advice too. Therefore, I had to throw everything away... :( oh! all my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look on the bright side. I have a fresh new start and the computer is running faster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-114138810217665070?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/114138810217665070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=114138810217665070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114138810217665070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114138810217665070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/03/tyranny-of-computers.html' title='The tyranny of computers'/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-114130381367812868</id><published>2006-03-02T23:28:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T00:05:53.930+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The last twenty years</title><content type='html'>Now I am giving up my teenage hood in a few days, that I should fill the depths of this blog which a little synopsis of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born in a refugee camp on the border of thailand in a place called Ban Aranyaprathet, and for those interested in knowing what the location was like... click on this link: &lt;a href="http://www.websitesrcg.com/border/border-camps.html"&gt;http://www.websitesrcg.com/border/border-camps.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People often make jokes about me being born in a tent, because I have the tendency to leave the door open ... then gape when they find out it was true. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Malaysia afterwards and spent a few years galavanting about there, then immigrated to NZ in late 1988. We stayed in the Mangere Refugee Centre until the folks from Te Atatu Bible Chapel, with our sponsor MR. GOLDING through their refugee program, sponsored us and housed in what has become the Care House. It was nice. I've been going to that church ever since, and that's where I met the love of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always grown up in a strange home and rarely experience the feeling of being in the so-called nuclear family. My parents have always had a compassionate heart and would helped those who were in need. They rarely said no to people to ask for it. People needed a place to stay when things went wrong, so our house was always on offer. I think that's where I get my prisoner of conscience stance from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We settled in Glendene for most of my life and I went to schools in the area, but High School was an utter nightmare. I do value the friends I've made there though. My longest relationship is about 9 years, with a girl I met in third form. We hit it off straight away and did the third form dance together with our awesome acrobatic skills. I think we should a renunion someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really fit in primary school, and participated in most of the sports ... I especially liked gymnastics and cross-country running. It was the story of the my life. Then when I reached fifth-form, I became quite apathetic towards sport, and didn't even go to Athletics day ... because it wasn't compulsary. I was too weary. It was at that time that my relatives were undergoing serious problems and my cousin had died quite unexpectedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my childhood though. There are so many stories of people complaining about how they a bad childhood and how it's traumatise their lives, but I've been pretty lucky to have had an awesome childhood. I was also inquistive and there was one time where I had been put down for a project, but because I had pestered the teacher so much about it, she took me out. SADLY :( But still, you keep going on like a machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I particularly like was getting involved in school. I was a councillor in Intermediate and was involved in so many things. I think this is where my love for events management comes from. I love putting on events and making people smile. I was also obsessed with phonetics, and loved the sound of words ... I still do now. You can win me over with a sweet sonnet - originally composed, of course. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there came the teenage years. I think I have to be one of those teenage tyrants, except without the tyranny. I suppose it came as a shock with the new responsibilities and the whole soul and self-searchingness. I went through this: "I don't think I need to prove anything to anyone phase," of which I am probably still in. But God saved me before I could fall into any deep teenage pits. Thankfully!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Part II is coming your way tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-114130381367812868?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/114130381367812868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=114130381367812868&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114130381367812868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114130381367812868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/03/last-twenty-years.html' title='The last twenty years'/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-114130186666589855</id><published>2006-03-02T23:09:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T23:17:46.666+11:00</updated><title type='text'>My garage</title><content type='html'>I was thinking about what the things in which I miss most about the year 2003, and besides missing having a gold card with free access to movies, I miss mooching in my garage. It was the year when I started university and Hayley and Russell would come over all the time ... then Jordan joined us later and we would spend hours on end in the garage. It was lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched movies, ate pizza, left the pizza there for years, discuss philosophy, play-fight and the list goes on. It is a place of many memories. All I have now is a shed. I look at my shed and I am reminded of the garage. Oh those were the days. What did we call it again? Someone made up a weird name for it of which I have no idea. We also had several westside christian moochfests there. It was awesome! lots of neat fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was destroyed however, just before I went to Wellington. The whole garage was flooded and a majority of my things soaked in water, including my keyboard and several controls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-114130186666589855?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/114130186666589855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=114130186666589855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114130186666589855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114130186666589855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-garage.html' title='My garage'/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-114051801459730415</id><published>2006-02-21T21:31:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T18:47:20.370+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>I always have many things to write. As I am driving home, getting stuck at the ticketing validation place, and talking to complete strangers, I always think of things in which I can write about on this blog. Melbourne is a very active place and even in the dead of the night something is happening. The city is always exciting and buzzing. I love the news-stands and the subway.&lt;br /&gt;Yet when I get home and sit down at the computer table, I completely forget :) LOL, I'm sure you must relate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My laptop is a menace nowadays and it's less than two years old. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that besides the point. The point is that I have manage to sit myself down infront of this dying computer, get out my portable keyboard and start typing so now I'll have to treat you to a flurry of the post on my Australian life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught myself saying "H" the Australian way. I don't how it happened. It just seeped in unexpectedly. I was explaining spelling something to someone. It's so hard not to speak Australian when you're living here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if my life is still in New Zealand though. Oh my NZ soul. So who do I support come commonwealth time? oh woe! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's new? *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;I spent lots of time in the park beside my house. It is splendid. There's this huge field in which I have to myself most of the time. It's a good place to release. You can play the guitar for as long as you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose this has no relevance to anybody, but most of the cambodian community that my youth has been exposed to have all resettled here. I have random people coming up to me and asking me whether I remembered them, and my mind boggles. LOL :) It's all very exciting though. My parents have met lots of people of which were in the refugee camp with them. Most of them have come from France, since many refugees fled to France during the Khmer Rouge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of her good friends was telling me stories of my mum when she was young which was very interesting. Now I know where I get my love of narrative from. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nephew is coming into the world soon. He's due on the 11th of March. It's my aunty's fifth child. Her second died of a cochlea operation gone wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO! my birthday is in 3 days. How exciting! Oh all my loved ones, except my family, are so far away from me. They are all scattered around the world, mooching some where far away in a different time zone. It's so difficult to communicate but we manage it somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just going to post this and update more interesting details later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-114051801459730415?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/114051801459730415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=114051801459730415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114051801459730415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114051801459730415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/02/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-114044055779167927</id><published>2006-02-20T23:47:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T00:09:33.076+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Long-distance relationships!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/its%20this%20way!!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/200/its%20this%20way%21%21%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If I could be anywhere right now, I would like to be swimming in the yarra ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or be with this guy ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you find him, post him to Melbourne, Australia. Postcode=3173&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please handle with care :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! do doo doo ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures tell a million stories. What do these pictures tell you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/mingept2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/200/mingept2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aww! She's so adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she also bites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you looking forwards to in March? I am giving up my teenage hood, and I'm also looking forwards to the Commonwealth Games, especially with the giant fish floating along in the Yarra during the opening ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMETHING FUNNY: I was speaking to this guy who was asking me whether I like Auckland or Melbourne more and I answered that I like Melbourne, and he goes: "I can understand that, too many sheep ah?" and I laughed inside. Out of all the reasons that could be a reason for liking a place over another, he thinks of that one. I mean, what do sheep have to do with anything?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-114044055779167927?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/114044055779167927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=114044055779167927&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114044055779167927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114044055779167927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/02/long-distance-relationships.html' title='Long-distance relationships!'/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-114025000185986342</id><published>2006-02-18T19:03:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T19:08:52.860+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/scan0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/320/scan0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He's leaving on a jet plane ... don't know when he'll be back again :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/320/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy! Yummy! Cambodian food in our tummies. Here's Jordan as an honorary Cambodian. Hehe ... Ma, nou na?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-114025000185986342?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/114025000185986342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=114025000185986342&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114025000185986342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114025000185986342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/02/hes-leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-114007357286991335</id><published>2006-02-16T17:56:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T18:06:12.893+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Train Escapades</title><content type='html'>The train has always been an interesting place for me ever since I arrived in Melbourne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fast and reliable and you can met awesome people and have engaging conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also quite eventful. Today as I was coming back from the Richmond, this drunk man pulled this knife on this other guy. They were having an argument about something a rather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas Eve, as I was catching the train back home to Keysborough, I picked up a spare newspaper off the seat. Little did I know, as I was lifting it up to read, I had accidentally caused the newspaper, that a man was reading, to prick in his eyes. Of course I didn't know this until I was about it get off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was trying to tell us something for ages and was rubbing his eyes, and mumbling something around the newspaper. Oh how I felt so bad that day. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this morning as I was getting off the train during rush hour human traffic nightmare, I stopped suddenly to check for my train ticket. I had completely forgotten that people were flowing out of the train and through the subway, that any stop would caused those people disruptions. I learnt that you should proceed out of the subway before stopping the hard way. I had a dozen of voices screaming at me not stop and keep moving, and all sorts of angry taunts. One women nearly tripped over. Hehe sorry! it's just people are so focused on getting to work that they have this systematic view that everything will go smoothly, including the path in which they are walking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-114007357286991335?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/114007357286991335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=114007357286991335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114007357286991335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114007357286991335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/02/train-escapades.html' title='Train Escapades'/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-114007235699810352</id><published>2006-02-16T17:30:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T17:49:17.136+11:00</updated><title type='text'>R u 486? NO WAY!</title><content type='html'>Oh no! they overturned the bill which puts a ban on the RU486"Devil" drug that I was talking about earlier. Parliament voted against Health Minister Tony Abbott, and stripped him of his control over the drug ... he had been protesting against it, saying that it went against his moral conscience ... So now it's in the hands of Therapeutic Goods Administration, and in every companies goal, then hope to gain capital, so it's only a matter of time before they make it readily available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The arguments involved have also been quite bizarre and controversial, and you must admit, quite far-fetch and hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerry Nettle, a Greens MP member wore a shirt with this message on it during the saga:"Mr Abbott get your rosaries off my ovaries." It was also ironic that the t-shirt was sponsored by the Young Women's Christian association.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An anti-abortionist made the highly controversial comment that in 50 years, Australia will probably turn into a muslim country. Of course, she was trying to illustrate a point but she flew pass it with her bizarre example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... anyway, that's a bit of politics for you. It's shocking though that the bill was passed because sooner or later, it will be available under prescription. Which is horrible! because one pill will equate to one death and according to Ten News, the drug companies are beginning to manufacture them in its pack, which I assume would include at least 10 if not more. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-114007235699810352?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/114007235699810352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=114007235699810352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114007235699810352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/114007235699810352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/02/r-u-486-no-way.html' title='R u 486? NO WAY!'/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-113974459475715897</id><published>2006-02-12T22:39:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T22:43:14.776+11:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures of my street and melbourne</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/stephenbesidetheyarrariver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/320/stephenbesidetheyarrariver.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/sandownfestival.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/320/sandownfestival.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/Nigella-Damascena-Limited-B10204820.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/320/Nigella-Damascena-Limited-B10204820.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/cutieshirlene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/320/cutieshirlene.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/againstthelamppost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/320/againstthelamppost.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/nicebackground.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/320/nicebackground.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-113974459475715897?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/113974459475715897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=113974459475715897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/113974459475715897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/113974459475715897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/02/pictures-of-my-street-and-melbourne.html' title='pictures of my street and melbourne'/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-113966118165487247</id><published>2006-02-11T23:03:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T23:41:34.276+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Healing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/besidetheyarrariver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/320/besidetheyarrariver.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went to the manifest service in a place in Collingwood. Speaking of which, before going to the service, we went down to a park which was built alongside side the mysterious Yarra River. My brother took this picture of me with my mum's pix phone, and when I went to open it, it looked as if the background was painted. I sent it straight to email, and it's completely devoid of any photo rendering whatsoever. Oh what an effect! But seriously ... I could swear that the trees were real, but I don't swear, so you'll have to take my word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The service was quite awesome. They did this rock/australian bongo rendition of "All who are thirsty" of which I personally thought was quite nice to listen to. But the great part of the service was the healing that was done after this woman, of which I should've paid attention to remembering her name, spoke. She was talking about the authority of the word and that ... just as Jordan was explaining in the reply on his blog only the day before... (paraphrasing in very loose terms)"if you believe in the authority of the word, which says that you have the authority to heal, then it'll happen ... " And so I went with Stephen, and he walked to the front before I did and I stood there praying, and taking in the message then followed afterwards. We were just standing around for awhile, and then this man came along and asked if he wanted to be prayed for and Stephen explained that he wanted healing for the scars on his hand and his neck problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man starting praying for us, and for awhile Stephen was smiling and not quite connected and once he almost laughed, but all of sudden, as we laid hands on him, believing that God will work through us and heal him, he went silent and his face was completely immerse in prayer. And for those who know Stephen, he is rarely still and serious ... but for ages, his stance was still and this face deep and reflecting and his eyes closed in prayer and I knew that he felt something was changing in him. Afterwards, he told me how he felt something happening where his neck problem was, and also how it feels much better. But the amazing thing is, the scars on his hand of which had been ailing him since he was young disappeared. Now that was quite a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just stood there flabberglasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wow! the power of the God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes a lot of faith. The woman said that you can go to all the church meetings and participate in all the events, but with no faith, it means nothing and adheres to nothing. For faith moves mountains :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-113966118165487247?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/113966118165487247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=113966118165487247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/113966118165487247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/113966118165487247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/02/ode-to-healing.html' title='Ode to Healing'/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-113955439003611373</id><published>2006-02-10T17:31:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T19:55:11.880+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was watching the news and every so often (well more like every day) they'd have several clips in relations to politics. Today they were discussing a parliamentary vote for the control over a drug called RU486.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ...&lt;br /&gt;as they later explained is an abortion pill of which you can read more about on this horrid site, that has women smiling at the thought of killing their babies. It just seems so wrong. &lt;a href="http://www.fwhc.org/abortion/medical-ab.htm"&gt;http://www.fwhc.org/abortion/medical-ab.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, had no idea that an abortion pill was even invented, let alone thriving in the medical market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according to the website, the pill causes contractions which will inevitably result in a miscarriage within 2 weeks. SHOCKING! Surgical abortion was bad enough and now this. Apparently, they are trying to make it available on the trading market. But the thing is, if it exists, then people will find a way to get it ... which is shocking, because at this very moment, they are probably selling it on the black markets to poor vulnerable girls. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-113955439003611373?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/113955439003611373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=113955439003611373&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/113955439003611373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/113955439003611373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-was-watching-news-and-every-so-often.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20112978.post-113944421913693696</id><published>2006-02-09T11:15:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T11:16:59.150+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/Image022.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/320/Image022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/Image019.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/320/Image019.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/1600/Image001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2001/320/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my adorable niece Shirlene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's such a bubbly girl, who laughs constantly ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20112978-113944421913693696?l=gallopingturtles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/feeds/113944421913693696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20112978&amp;postID=113944421913693696&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/113944421913693696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20112978/posts/default/113944421913693696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gallopingturtles.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-is-my-adorable-niece-shirlene.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalyan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-bvwsCm_ig/SXpCKNpd_cI/AAAAAAAABd4/nd5FgAYP6Vg/S220/CIMG1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
