<?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-549871189996062232</id><updated>2012-01-30T10:24:08.061-08:00</updated><category term='B&apos;N&apos;S Music'/><title type='text'>There's Nothing We Can Do, There's Nothing We Can Do, There's Nothing We Can Do...........</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>134</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-3923309694218160782</id><published>2011-10-16T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T10:24:47.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:/</title><content type='html'>i'd still remember the past when she'd reply me so quickly i'd get annoyed a little and i'd take my time replying her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd do anything for that today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-3923309694218160782?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/3923309694218160782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=3923309694218160782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/3923309694218160782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/3923309694218160782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title=':/'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-880632487789808740</id><published>2011-09-24T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T10:29:33.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating, for the not so rich.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"sometimes, how i just wish money doesn't exist. in my case, i just wish money does not define how much one is able to express his/her love to someone. but all i've got is time. and all i can do is wait, until the richer is done buying your time"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm direction_ltr" jsid="message" id="msg_1022382688_1316884195889:548529295" style="direction: ltr; margin-bottom: 3px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; max-width: 193px; "&gt;hey, youre the one who told me you and him are dating, _____. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm direction_ltr" jsid="message" id="msg_1022382688_1316884236739:2996712116" style="direction: ltr; margin-bottom: 3px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; max-width: 193px; "&gt;and boy, do i hate the narrow context of dating, i really do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm direction_ltr" jsid="message" id="msg_1022382688_1316884240432:3092112478" style="direction: ltr; margin-bottom: 3px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; max-width: 193px; "&gt;i mean on paper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm direction_ltr" jsid="message" id="msg_1022382688_1316884266025:2446356463" style="direction: ltr; margin-bottom: 3px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; max-width: 193px; "&gt;i dont think i can afford to date!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm direction_ltr" jsid="message" id="msg_1022382688_1316884300349:2195191656" style="direction: ltr; margin-bottom: 3px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; max-width: 193px; "&gt;sorry, but i have to earn my own money, im close to broke, my car is almost out of gas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm direction_ltr" jsid="message" id="msg_1022382688_1316884315642:2024773100" style="direction: ltr; margin-bottom: 3px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; max-width: 193px; "&gt;i only get allowance fro my mum when im out of cash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm direction_ltr" jsid="message" id="msg_1022382688_1316884350464:2152753583" style="direction: ltr; margin-bottom: 3px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; max-width: 193px; "&gt;im not blessed with rich parents that buy me fancy cars and give me big monthly allowances&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm direction_ltr" jsid="message" id="msg_1022382688_1316884375572:743412098" style="direction: ltr; margin-bottom: 3px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; max-width: 193px; "&gt;when i think of dating, and heck i mean if you wanna date seriously&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm direction_ltr" jsid="message" id="msg_1022382688_1316884414062:2292113671" style="direction: ltr; margin-bottom: 3px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; max-width: 193px; "&gt;jesus christ, a guy who gets money by saying "mummy, i need some money for a date"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm direction_ltr" jsid="message" id="msg_1022382688_1316884423407:4225415738" style="direction: ltr; margin-bottom: 3px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; max-width: 193px; "&gt;"oh alright son heres 200 dollars"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm direction_ltr" jsid="message" id="msg_1022382688_1316884430824:2606153079" style="direction: ltr; margin-bottom: 3px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; max-width: 193px; "&gt;parents car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm direction_ltr" jsid="message" id="msg_1022382688_1316884463337:166828941" style="direction: ltr; margin-bottom: 3px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; max-width: 193px; "&gt;im not born with a silver spoon in my mouth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm direction_ltr" jsid="message" id="msg_1022382688_1316884477469:2370293297" style="direction: ltr; margin-bottom: 3px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; max-width: 193px; "&gt;and sadly, for this surprisingly naive, shit ass world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm direction_ltr" jsid="message" id="msg_1022382688_1316884497964:3116646776" style="direction: ltr; margin-bottom: 3px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; max-width: 193px; "&gt;on paper, Bryan Yong cant really date coz he aint rich enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-880632487789808740?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/880632487789808740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=880632487789808740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/880632487789808740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/880632487789808740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2011/09/dating-for-not-so-rich.html' title='Dating, for the not so rich.'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-1839300088538304087</id><published>2011-08-11T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T11:43:12.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am.</title><content type='html'>I've been hit hard with criticism, but I prefer to stand up, learn and ask for more criticisms.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being insulted time and time again, it's alright for me. Being a man of humour, let's just laugh it off together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyday I wake up, hoping for something to do to challenge myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The word rejection is there in the dictionary for a reason, a few lucky enough never to have encountered it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best dishes are cooked with experience, I myself want to master the Humble Pie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've confronted a middle-aged man but still, commanded him to talk and argue in a humane manner, man to man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll learn at least something new, at the end of everyday. Experience is a harsh teacher. But my God, do you learn from it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't care what they say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I am straight-forward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I've learnt a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I am persistent.&lt;br /&gt;I know I am confident.&lt;br /&gt;I hardly ever doubt myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I'll fight for what's right, and you can bet till the last word, I'll fight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I am made of flesh and bones.&lt;br /&gt;I know this heart of mine keeps my body alive.&lt;br /&gt;I know that I, like everyone else is physically frail.&lt;br /&gt;I am human like everyone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-1839300088538304087?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/1839300088538304087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=1839300088538304087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/1839300088538304087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/1839300088538304087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-am.html' title='I am.'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-9024356749253340744</id><published>2011-08-07T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T10:58:25.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Toilet</title><content type='html'>You see, we guys would appreciate it if girls would learn how to say 'NO'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me make things clear, very very clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine someone need to take a very, very urgent dump and that someone finds a nearby toilet but the door is locked. And the next toilet is quite a distance away, but given enough time, that someone could make it with little time to spare. That someone knocks the door but does not get a response. That person knocks again, and again, and again, hoping for some sort of response from inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH NO! Too late. . . That someone has shat in his/her pants, slowly walking to the next toilet, covering the face in embarassment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't keep someone waiting for answers. Give that someone an answer so that the person can &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;MOVE ON TO THE NEXT TOILET.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, thank you very much. Please come again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-9024356749253340744?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/9024356749253340744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=9024356749253340744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/9024356749253340744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/9024356749253340744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2011/08/toilet.html' title='The Toilet'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-6424630757108190273</id><published>2011-07-09T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T11:08:13.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Salesman</title><content type='html'>Unbeknownst to most of us, we are all natural born salesmen/saleswomen. Let me put this short. When we introduce ourselves to somebody new or attending an interview, we are selling ourselves to that person. When we are sharing our opinions and thoughts with a person, we are trying to sell the ideas that we hold on to. Well, if you think you're quite a good salesperson yourself, chances are you'll succeed in the marketing line as a salesperson and if your goals are higher, you'll be able to impress very well on interviews and resumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, if you still don't get it, don't fret. Here's a story you can relate to. A salesman, and his product is called 'love'. And this product isn't sold by item, it's more of a contractual basis, and lets just say he can only have one customer at a single time. He goes through each and every single day trying to sell his product. But not everyone needs the product so he has to continue on looking for the right customer, walking door to door, house to house, block to block. Until finally, he finds a customer that could do with some 'love'. He tries to sell it to her, but she says she'll think about it and consider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He returns the next day, feeling hopeful but once again she says she's still thinking about it. Day after day, he returns to the same customer, still feeling hopeful. Days have gone by, receiving the same answer as the first day and he's starting to feel rather dejected. Finally, oh yes, finally she made up her mind! She tells him, "it's alright, i can save a few bucks on a discount store, even though the stuff there are old".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sales assistant not able to sell a product.&lt;br /&gt;A man, putting so much effort into something that feels like it's heading nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;Both feeling dejected, not being able to sell their 'products'.&lt;br /&gt;Get my point?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-6424630757108190273?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/6424630757108190273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=6424630757108190273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/6424630757108190273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/6424630757108190273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2011/07/salesman.html' title='The Salesman'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-5769773863735306575</id><published>2011-04-06T00:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T00:17:45.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An email to Republic Polytechnic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Dear RP,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have read thoroughly and understood fully your reply to my email. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, in my opinion, as for this specific course which requires a deep understanding of sports, admissions SHOULD NOT be based solely on academic merit based on 2 reason which I have thought of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, basing admissions solely on academic merit is laying such a huge waste on a particular type of applicant which this course SHOULD BE targeting. Students with strong sporting backgrounds that can do well enough academically. Republic Poly has to understand that to obtain a vast knowledge in sports, one has to compromise academically, unless every applicant Republic Poly encounters happen to be a Frank Lampard (Chelsea FC &amp;amp; England midfielder, eleven GCSEs, A* in Latin). Point here being, Republic Poly should prioritize students with good academic results AND strong sporting backgrounds instead of 4.0 CGPA, straight A students with NO sporting background at all, probably obtained a successful admission into Republic Poly's Sports and Exercise Sciences(being their 2nd, 3rd, 4th or even 5th choice) after their planned admissions to become dentists or doctors or physiotherapists or any other 5 figure salary job dreams have failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, with that being said, I shall make another point based on my own experiences. Earlier this year, I had a D+ in Sports Sciences for STPM. At that level, it could be compared to a D+ in a Diploma(= level of STPM). I must say, I'm rather proud of that achievement considering I had 9 months to study for STPM level Sports Sciences, with no guidance from teachers whatsoever, only an 80 paged book to rely on, my knowledge in Biology and also my thorough knowledge in sports. I also took the opportunity to conduct several tests on myself based on whatever I've read from that 80 paged book to confirm theories. Needless to say, if you would throw a book on Sports Sciences at an academically successful, straight A student with no sporting background at all, he/she would just treat Sports Sciences just like any other subject, doing whatever they can (God knows, tuition classes??) to obtain an A. Do the same however, to a student with a strong sports background, and he/she would treat the subject differently, making sense of whatever knowledge they had about sports and the sciences behind it, taking alternatives like conducting self-experiments and even maybe, possibly pioneering new experiments to make up for grey areas in the field of Sports Sciences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do hope Republic Polytechnic takes this into consideration, as this personal message comes from a bitterly disappointed athlete/student whose aspirations to hopefully work one day in elite football clubs in Europe but, lost out to several people taking his aspired course as their 2nd, 3rd, 4th or 5th choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my 2 cents, and it's specially free just for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitterly disappointed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan Yong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-5769773863735306575?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/5769773863735306575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=5769773863735306575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/5769773863735306575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/5769773863735306575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2011/04/email-to-republic-polytechnic.html' title='An email to Republic Polytechnic.'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-2734594978950095728</id><published>2011-02-26T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T09:22:32.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life after Form 6.</title><content type='html'>Results aren't that good. In fact, not even close to good.&lt;br /&gt;PA C+&lt;br /&gt;Maths F&lt;br /&gt;Bio D+&lt;br /&gt;Sains Sukan D+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so my plans are to try my luck with Physiotherapy at Nanyang Poly or if I don't get that, Sports &amp;amp; Health Sciences at Republic Poly, and then hopefully branch out into physiotherapy later. Although I must admit, I seriously do not feeling like sharing my results when people ask, even with my skin as thick as a tank's armor. I'm still human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing I'm very, very proud of are the testimonials/remarks that the Headmaster and class teacher left for me.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: 'Seorang yang berpengetahuan luas dan berpotensi untuk cemerlang dalam kerjaya.'&lt;br /&gt;Headmaster: 'Aktif, komited, berpotensi cemerlang, positif dan cemerland sahsiah' 'Berkeyakinan tinggi dan berkepimpinan, mempunyai potensi besar untuk maju dalam pelbagai bidang'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tits were left standing, fully erected in pride after reading that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like my efforts in Form 6 didn't all go to waste. God knows what Shan gets for his testimonials/remarks. To some, obtaining bad results in Form 6 means you've just wasted 2 years of your life. But no, certainly not to me. I've learnt a lot about life, that politics exists even in school, that sometimes the best thing to do is suck it up and take the alternative to apologize in certain situations because even if you win, you'll still lose some. It has made me what I am today. Though I'm considered a failure in this academic prioritizing Asian society with my recent results, I KNOW its never the end of the road. I'll just have to take a longer way to get to my destination and the fact that I know that myself is all that really matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see where I'll end up in a month's time. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-2734594978950095728?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/2734594978950095728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=2734594978950095728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/2734594978950095728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/2734594978950095728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2011/02/life-after-form-6.html' title='Life after Form 6.'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-3719769823185316698</id><published>2010-04-02T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T09:35:59.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>December - Today</title><content type='html'>Had RYLA camp which turned out to be a blast. Met a girl there. Oh wait, here goes my love life again. She MUST be hot! Oh no, not this time though and you wouldn't believe I'd be saying this but heck, noone really reads this blog anyway, not her I bet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrite, she was my group member and at first sight she wasn't really my cup of tea and I somewhat had this negativity bout her. One unknown number messaged me that night and it was her. Decided to ignore it whenever I could but there was the was she spoke that made me feel that little bit of forgiveness that I've never had in my past relationship, or my past attempts. Yes, believe it, these words are from me. I was in Cloud 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, thats not a grammar error. Really, I WAS in Cloud 9. That is when the more I got to know her, the more I felt I haven't got a chance. With such great guy friends all around her, if she'd ever get into a relationship, it'd be one of them. fullstop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres the other 'option', but my big mouth made it difficult for me to change my mind now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attended Adv RYLA two weeks ago. To some, it was awesome. But to me, it wasn't as awesome and fun packed as RYLA coz we didn't to hang out as a group till 12 30am, laughing at racist jokes. Nor was the the food enjoyable. Those that went to RYLA 2009, really missed the food and the fact that we had an endless supply of orange and grape juice. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is this other 'option'? Met her at the same camp as the first one mentioned too. Sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-3719769823185316698?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/3719769823185316698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=3719769823185316698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/3719769823185316698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/3719769823185316698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2010/04/december-today.html' title='December - Today'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-5123472345592806720</id><published>2010-03-25T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T11:44:27.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Expensive, Passionless Scumbags.</title><content type='html'>I read an article on Top Gear concerning speed limits and I thought, "well done, Captain Obvious.". But no, it wasn't the obvious. I always thought that speed limits were the way to go in reducing accident fatalities on the road, after reading that, it wasn't to be anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The news that you see on the newspaper everyday? Only recently, there has been 7 fatalities on a same stretch of highway and after taking a look at the pictures in the newspaper, why not? A Proton Saga. The 1992 model, mind you and if you're fussy enough, the chassis of a 1983 Mitsubishi Lancer. This might suprise a handful of you, but inactual fact, statistically only 5% of road fatalities are attributed to speeding. Yes, only 5% but our government is making such a fuss about it like how you don't like your current phone. They've spent so much on trying to convey the message that "Speeding Kills". As much as heart disease, lung cancer, breast cancer, cervical cancer, diabetes, AIDS, HIV......?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Minister of Transport in the Isle of Man was once questioned into putting up speed limits. He said he would, only if someone or anyone could prove to him that implementing speed limits could save a single life. Nobody could, and there's still no speed limit there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALRIGHT, back once again to the statistic previously mentioned. 5% of all road accidents are attributed to speeding. Oh wait, seriously it doesn't. Speeding doesn't kill, its the sudden stop that does. Pilots experience up to 12Gs of force while flying a fighter plane, that is 12 times the amount of your own body weight acting against you, enough to send a normal man unconcious. During a crash, the body may experience up to 56Gs, so what used to be a kilogram of organ suddenly weighs just as much as an average woman. And 56Gs is what you get from a 35km/h test. That is why car designers nowadays focus on crush zones that directs forces into the vehicle's shell and lessening the effect on yor body. Quite simply, speed is only a factor of road deaths but not the cause, if people knew how to drive at speed it would not be an issue, its when people speed and can't control the vehicle is when it becomes the issue, a mistake turns into death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, imagine if that poor taxi driver was in a 2000 Volkwagen Beetle. Whoa, hold on. Did I just compare a year 2000 Volkswagen Beetle to a Proton Saga? Oh yes, I did, google up for a Beetle and you can get one starting from $5000. Would he have survived the crashed in a more newer and purposefully designed car? Only God knows and I'm pretty sure God is telling him he shouldn't have bought that Proton Saga. The current, cheapest Saga has only one airbag, the driver's side. And another two should there be a female driver. Or more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, instead of wasting large sums of money on ads and campaigns, quote from a letter in Top Gear Malaysia, "the government should assist local car manufacturers to include the latest safety technology by offering tax rebates on models which include more advanced features such as side protection bags and pedestrian protection systems. The lost tax revenues would easily be offset by the reduction in hospital care and not to mention the lost hours of work during recovery or in the worst case the death of a family's breadwinner."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, how about uhhh.. Raising the age limit to obtain driving licenses? Ok, before people around my age start sending me hate messages, Jeremy Clarkson of Top Gear quoted, "Well, recent official research into car accidents has revealed that a third of all those injured and killed on the roads are young men, aged in a startlingly narrow band from 17 and 19.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drowning in testosterone, and filled with a youthful sense of immortality, they career about in their Saxos and their Novas, crashing into just about everything that doesn't move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my dad's problem. And it was mine too. A mere 35 hours after passing my driving test, aged 17 and a bit, and not under the influence of Top Gear in any way, I plunged off the edge of a bleak road in the Yorkshire Dales and into some unimpressed sheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far this year, six people have rolled noisily into my paddock. One was a middle-aged chap in a van. One was a school teacher. And four were young men who had two other young men in the car at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being 17 is dangerous. It always has been. I dare say that in the days of old, 17-year-olds were reckless on their horses. The fact is, you simply can't make a 17-year-old see sense."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, you have to admit it. I've had friends that only had a few hours behind the wheel and already, they think they're a driving God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, have you been to the inside of newer Proton Cars? If you're a car enthusiast, you'll find yourself spitting at the interior once you've got inside and as for the ride? Trust me, I've driven my mum's manual 2008 Proton Saga and the clutch is as long as a mutated African man's ahem... The steering is meaningless, it feels exactly like that bargain RM25 steering wheel that you use for your computer game. If its really that bad, why hasn't my mum changed her car? You see, thats where the genius of Proton comes into play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you buy a Proton, it means you just simply do not have the financial means to buy better more uhh, expensive cars. Once you've paid, driven it for a few months and notice its intolerable flaws, then and only then do you have the thought of actually changing the car. BUT YOU CAN'T! Remember, you bought that Proton because you can't afford other cars. What makes you think you can sell it at a lower price and get a better car. Where are you going get those extra thousands for tax money from? So, we are just basically stuck in a shit hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say, and still insists Speed Kills.&lt;br /&gt;Felipe Massa, Michael Schumacher, Jarno Trulli, Jenson Button, Fernando Alonso, Nelson Piquet Jr, Rubens Barichello, Rebert Kubica, Kimi Raikonen, Mika Hakkinen, Nick Heidfeld, Pedro De La Rosa, Alex Zinardi, Richard Hammond, Erik Carlsson, Sebastien Leob, Valention Rossi, Max Biaggi, Nicky Hayden, Dani Sordo, Marcus Gronholm, Toni Elias, Casey Stoner, Marco Melandri, Dani Pedrosa and even Subhash Nair to name a few says no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-5123472345592806720?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/5123472345592806720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=5123472345592806720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/5123472345592806720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/5123472345592806720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2010/03/expensive-passionless-scumbags.html' title='Expensive, Passionless Scumbags.'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-2918941933205949756</id><published>2010-01-28T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T10:18:38.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm.. (2)</title><content type='html'>Weightlifting will stunt your growth... yada yada yada. Myth or fact?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myth, because examples of people that do weights at a very young age are O'Neal, 7'1, Arnold Schwarzenegger, 6'1, Lou Ferrigno, 6'4. Books such as the Russian School Of Height suggests that weight training may stimulate growth. Latest study show that weight training only showed positive effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact, but it actually depends on the type of weights you do. The heavier they are, the more likely they will affect your growth. If you do exercises which puts stress on your bones so that it is acting along the bone, then that will act to compress the bones resulting in less growth in the bone than normal. If you do it for a long time at a young age that compression can be permanent. Doing exercises which put strain on your spine like military press, squats, dumbell curls while standing, overhead press etc, will also affect your height if you start at a too early age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there are 2 opinions there, from reliable sources like the Russian book, School Of Height, and an Australian doctor that supports the claim that weights do stunt growth. However, it is hard to draw a conclusion as every single human being on earth has different growth spurts. How does this relate to the topic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, take for example, a test subject, a 5'8, 14 year old boy whose mum is 5'7 and his dad, 6'2. Now of course, he is subjected to variable weight training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) At the end of the experiment, he ends up growing to 5'9 only at the age of 18. A total win for supporters of the so-called myth but it can also be argued that genetically, his height is obtained from his mother and he had his last and final growth spurt at the age of 14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) At the end of the experiment, he ends up growing to 6'3 at the age of 18. Now, a clear victory for those that debunk the myth. BUT, once again it is argueable that he could carry homozygous recessive genes that is shown phenotypically by a much taller relative. Supporters of the myth could argue that he could have been much taller then 6'3, only to be stunted by weight training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to me, until we have the ablity to "create" a human with a steady and constant growth pattern, then and only then, can we test this theory. For now, the mystery of genetics still plays a pivotal role in the deciding outcomes of tests, trials and experiments. Stick to spinach and Popeye the sailor man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-2918941933205949756?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/2918941933205949756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=2918941933205949756' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/2918941933205949756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/2918941933205949756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2010/01/hmmm-2.html' title='Hmmm.. (2)'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-2555033136936627010</id><published>2009-11-27T00:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T01:44:24.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Gear</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Top Gear......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;IS THE MOST FCKING AWESOME TV SHOW EVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ok, but seriously, go check out some of their videos on Youtube. Oh yea, they talk about cars but NO! they have bucket loads of humour in them especially with Captain Slow's lameness. And The Stig is like.. Im sorry, but cute.. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I can't explain it, but you just have to watch it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Andddd.. That inspires me to go around telling my friends that we have to get cheap ass 2nd hand cars one day and drive around Malaysia. AND that means i get to hit sumone's bumper without the driver getting out from his car and scolding me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ah man, stupid fibreglass bumpers these days. Like those of a MyVi.. Just a small bump and you can see the insides of the bumper.. Pffttt. I love my Proton Iswara bumper! Plastic with rubber edges that allows my car to bump and get bumped and the bumper of my car will still be intact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Somebody, bump my car pls. BUT NOT AT THE SIDES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-2555033136936627010?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/2555033136936627010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=2555033136936627010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/2555033136936627010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/2555033136936627010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2009/11/top-gear.html' title='Top Gear'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-3750709718672507836</id><published>2009-11-03T04:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T05:23:12.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to create genuises...</title><content type='html'>So, Malaysia... Frankly has not created anybody thats top notch in their working field, before, after this and now. As a student, i do know whats the problem with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you might say its stupid, while the rest might agree with me. But i'm sure i can turn the first group of people to my side. Ok, enough of the suspense, the problem is our education system. Nah, im not gonna talk about the English education to BM education crap, however, the problem lies in the old and outdated Stream based system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few decades ago, it was introduced and it was a major success. Oh, if its a success, why am i calling it outdated? Coz decades ago, bio chemistry, engineering, and more of these old jobs were in huge demand and anyone who are involved had huge potentials... Yeah, sounds familiar with the subjects available in the streams available in schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, and the big BUTT is, the world today compared to decades ago has developed. Once again, congratulations Captain Obvious. Heh, but it does mean that Physics and Chemistry or Bio and Chemistry just doesnt keep up with the many jobs that are in demand today. "Oh, yeah so what?" you're asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which stream are you gonna take if you wanna study bio-engineering? Chemical engineering? Alright. This creates 2 cases here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me, as an example of the first case. The first case is, i wanna study Physiotherapy. But i'm currently stuck with General Knowledge, Chemistry, Biology, Maths and MUET. Nevermind MUET, its advanced English. &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physical therapy&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;b&gt;physiotherapy&lt;/b&gt; in many English speaking countries) is a health care profession which provides services to individuals in order to develop, maintain and restore maximum movement and functional ability throughout life. This includes providing services in circumstances where movement and function are threatened by aging, injury, disease or environmental factors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what in the god-damned hell am i studying chemistry for? Its taking up 8 periods a week in school. If i had the choice, i'd rather take up sports science rather than that. No probs in my school, coz theres a teacher who has a degree in sports science. Pls, i've heard people respond by saying "Chemistry is the basis of life". Come on, you guys go make clean drinkable water but you sure can't fix a broken bone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second case is, we follow the streaming shit.. bla bla bla bla. And when we further in our studies, we start from.. Z.E.R.O.. Like, we have to study not from chapter one, but from the book cover. =.="... If we studied what we want or what we need at school, and by the time we advance our studies, we'd be steps ahead by the time we step into our campuses for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, unless this streaming shit changes, our country isn't gonna produce any geniuses anytime. Right, from here, we can conclude that our government is stupid eh? Well, the blame is on us too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, 80% of SPM students don't even know what they wanna be when they grow up. 95% applies to STPM students..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-3750709718672507836?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/3750709718672507836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=3750709718672507836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/3750709718672507836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/3750709718672507836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-to-create-genuises.html' title='How to create genuises...'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-3335687071478930654</id><published>2009-10-30T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T23:33:55.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm..</title><content type='html'>Something happened today that made me wanna say this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, we'd wish we could just turn back time and rewrite the mistakes we made.&lt;br /&gt;Life is an art of drawing without an eraser.&lt;br /&gt;You still can do something about it. Its just that there are 2 outcomes.&lt;br /&gt;You can either make it better or for worse..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-3335687071478930654?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/3335687071478930654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=3335687071478930654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/3335687071478930654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/3335687071478930654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2009/10/hmm.html' title='Hmm..'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-6044277695401100171</id><published>2009-10-28T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T03:48:11.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its</title><content type='html'>its that time AGAIN.. just had to happen...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-6044277695401100171?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/6044277695401100171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=6044277695401100171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/6044277695401100171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/6044277695401100171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2009/10/its.html' title='its'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-8240639064525840768</id><published>2009-10-26T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T11:54:05.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonder why...</title><content type='html'>Wonder what love is..  Haven't experienced that but i assume its stupid and causes "special cases" to happen..&lt;br /&gt;Here's where those who are ignorant come from...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, i've got everything i need. Great friends, great family and i'm studying now. So, no point of having a bf/gf rite? And i wanna have a gf/bf like this, like that AFTER SCHOOL AND ONLY AFTER SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;These are the people who have no idea what sort of people to expect in their 'world' and are determined to follow their so-called 'plan'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how it feels like to be with him/her. But if i get serious with this person, i won't be able to have my fun with other guys/girls so that sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, flirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so in love with this person, or so i think. But, i do wonder how it feels like to be with this other person. I don't know what to do. I miss the 'fun' and whenever i flirt with someone else, i can feel my heart pumping faster and passion in my blood, all to be overcomed with utter guilt when i remember i have someone already.&lt;br /&gt;Total heartbreakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what i was getting myself into. Who or what type of person may i find? A 'genetically gifted', but flirtatious person or a loyal loving but not really 'genetically gifted' person OR but my luck, both of the best qualities? I took my chances and i really love this person alot. A one in a million chance of meeting this individual. Sometimes when i meet someone, i wonder how it would turn out with this person, worse or better than the one i have right now. But heck, my needs are fulfilled, noone's better. Now, i place a lot of trust in this individual, even my life if i had to. But, is this human 'sharing' its 'love' to other humans too? Am i ready to be heartbroken one fine day when something unforseen happens? Most importantly, am i ready to take the chance to accept this person forever and not think and contemplate of the could-beens in my life? Will i live to 50 and regret not accepting this other person when i was 18?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is truly a mystery. Wow, awesome job Captain Obvious. Back to the topic, a person can change your life in the biggest and smallest ways. We wonder why there are flirts, but could they be wise that they chose to be with several 'partners' and choose the best of them? And they are those who have serious but short term relationships whom we call sluts and bitches, but hey, good sex is important in maintaining a good marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can handle all of the questions raised up in that long paragraph, then thats what i call Corny, but True Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-8240639064525840768?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/8240639064525840768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=8240639064525840768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/8240639064525840768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/8240639064525840768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2009/10/wonder-why.html' title='Wonder why...'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-1891404469420284558</id><published>2009-10-25T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T07:10:43.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The AMAZING SH!T I FOUND OUT IN SCHOOL!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE AMAZING &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;SH!T!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not really amazing. But me and Shan observed and lots of old school EC guys change when they enter form six. No, im not talking about facial hair. But they change when girls come into the equation. They've become more aggroant and all. AND!!! Those guys who has the gay-ness bond are still the same. Like me, Shan, Kua.. and of course, the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;KING OF GAY, NG EE YOUNG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Alrite, few days ago, Shan was reading the newspaper in class , on an aritcle about Malaysians overstaying in UK and our 6-month visas may be revoked. Then, this conv started..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shan: See la, your Chinese people responsible for this!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hah? how?&lt;br /&gt;Shan: 98% of those people are Chinese...&lt;br /&gt;Me: *thinks awhile......* You know why most of them are Chinese?&lt;br /&gt;Shan: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Coz Indians and Malays cannot afford the airway ticket to UK..&lt;br /&gt;Shan: Celaka... =.="&lt;br /&gt;Me: Good one rite?&lt;br /&gt;Shan: Yeah wei....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some event just passed by a week ago from now. Well, couldn't believe it but that person was up to no good again. Worse thing is, the other side was up to no good to. Well, at least sumone like nette nette understands..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-1891404469420284558?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/1891404469420284558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=1891404469420284558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/1891404469420284558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/1891404469420284558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2009/10/amazing-sht-i-found-out-in-school.html' title='The AMAZING SH!T I FOUND OUT IN SCHOOL!!!'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-1745912810023063704</id><published>2009-09-15T11:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T11:05:51.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I MADE A BIG DISCOVERY AT SCHOOL</title><content type='html'>AND IM GONNA ANNOUNCE IT NEXT TIME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-1745912810023063704?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/1745912810023063704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=1745912810023063704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/1745912810023063704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/1745912810023063704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-made-big-discovery-at-school.html' title='I MADE A BIG DISCOVERY AT SCHOOL'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-1404302529447494591</id><published>2009-09-14T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T11:03:29.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YEAH!!! Ohh.. hold on..... NO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Noone learns from your mistakes."&lt;br /&gt;"We don't learn from other's mistakes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea.. These saying or some that have similar meanings have been going around, and to my amazement, people still call it wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't you taken a few minutes to think about it... I mean, not that i'm disagreeing with everyone who likes the saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, do we have to kill another person to learn that its wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Do we have to drive without hands on the steering to learn that we must hold it while driving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A more suitable phrase would be "Lessons are better caught than taught".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, a friend told me she was getting a bit annoyed by this guy, who is mad at a girl who has not replied his messages for a month. Well, come on, he has every right to be angry. FROM MY EXPERIENCE, getting dissed and "thrown away" by 2 people very close to you is the biggest mystery youre gonna be asking yourself for the first few days. And when we dont get the answers that we want, we get fustrated. So, we'll try to look for alternatives, their friends for the answers that we're looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Months have passed and when a certain something reminds me of them, that feeling comes back, really strong. And after many attempts trying to get to them, the usual fucked up stupidest answer in the world is "no credit". I totally understand if that person replies within a week, but a girl that has been cut off from the many GUYS and school friends they usually contact through the phone for month(s) is... MOTHERFUCKING WOW?!?! Hey, we don't know whats going on in your poetic lovely lalaland in your head and indirect messages, but we sure have higher IQs. Still think theyre at the wrong, probably will be forever if i dont get answers. BUT hey, im still good with you eh? Just that some people dont know how to appreciate things and think they know all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid things like this happen, like how a tall and underfed guy in my school tried to knock me with his shouder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some, take koko as an opportunity to be well know.&lt;br /&gt;STUPID, but theres a little truth behind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get active, get to know others from different schools, interact with one another Now, thats another reason for the Ministry of Education to make koko important: Personal Development. I'm not gonna say much, but get involved or be an UNKNOWN. Dont be a "huh? dunno who.." whenever anyone mentions your name. Im enjoying form six.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.. I really am.. come on,&lt;br /&gt;Class Monitor?&lt;br /&gt;Duty Master of St John?&lt;br /&gt;Treasurer of Ping Pong Club?&lt;br /&gt;Secretary of Majlis Perwakilan Pelajar Pra-universiti?&lt;br /&gt;President of Interact club?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate it or love it, I feel i'm on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My laptop is lagging like hell, probably hardware coz the cpu usage is constantly at 100% and the laptop speakers are down. That was the not so happy part. For those who know a thing or two bout computers, i'm trying to persuade my dad to get me this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dell Studio 15&lt;br /&gt;2.5 GHz Core 2 Duo&lt;br /&gt;4GB DDR-3 RAM&lt;br /&gt;500GB hard disc&lt;br /&gt;512 MB ATi Radeon graphics card&lt;br /&gt;with an artsy cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for RM3199.. fck, the specs are almost as good as the Alienware laptop on dell malaysia's website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I GOT SO FCKING INSPIRED TO WRITE THE ANGRY SECTION AFTER READING JEREMY'S AWESOME LONG POST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU GOT A PROBLEM WITH MY OPINION OR PERSPECTIVE AND THINK I GETTING TOO HIGH, COME ON OVER AND GIVE ME A REALITY CHECK. MY ARMS ARE AS WIDE OPEN AS A PROSTITUTE'S LEGS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-1404302529447494591?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/1404302529447494591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=1404302529447494591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/1404302529447494591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/1404302529447494591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2009/09/yeah-ohh-hold-on-no.html' title='YEAH!!! Ohh.. hold on..... NO!'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-2438452844236195268</id><published>2009-08-16T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T08:42:38.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bucket List</title><content type='html'>Oh kayyyy, sounds like i have cancer or sumthing.&lt;br /&gt;So, lets rename this post to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;The Things I Won't Regret When I Grow Old One &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day When I Tell My Children And Grandchildren, Possibly Great Grandchildren About Myself When I Was Young/ If Someone Asked Me If I Had Regrets/ One Day I Got Bored And I Thought About My Life LIST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ok, done.&lt;br /&gt;So, on the 18th of July as the 2009 FOA of English College. Me and Shan were emcees and we were great. The EC students were also great coz they tried their very best to laugh at any lame jokes Shan and I ACCIDENTALLY pulled off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hokay, third place was Yolanda's band, 2nd was 4eVa_kHeRdHaPe1991 (Gurdave) Band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND OF COURSE, THE &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;ENGLISH COLLEGE&lt;/span&gt; DRAMA GOT 1ST PLACE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SoghFJBlBnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/qFk23zX6o8E/s1600-h/foa+chill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SoghFJBlBnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/qFk23zX6o8E/s400/foa+chill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370578927844918898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah, and i finally performed on FOA, first with Gurdave's band, Nothing Else Matters. Then with Sara, Better Man and The Reason to the applause of 40 fans that were left in the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hokay.&lt;br /&gt;So, as some of you know, I am the new, 2009/10.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PRESIDENT OF INTERACT CLUB, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ENGLISH COLLEGE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So, during the souvenier giveaway time, the old BOD forgot to mention Convent. And my first action as the new President, I apologised to Convent and they sent a representative to collect the souvenier. This is important in my attempt to improve bilateral relations between the clubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, no pics of me, disappointingly coz all of them were unglam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i got the taste of being the new president by receiving a FREE TICKET to other school's I.U cum Installation Days!! First of which is SSI's I.U, which i rate as 2.5/5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 12th of August, i had public speaking and got 3rd place. If i wasn't so lazy, i could have gotten 2nd place max. Why not First? The first place winner, her accent and pronounciation were perfect! It sounded like the news caster on BBC radio. And yes, i got annoyed at the end coz the newscaster don't usually talk that long. But 3rd is awesome for me. Another thing off my Not-to-regret list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, Convent Installation, which i cant rate coz i had to get back early for tution and missed the games. I also almost forgot bout their installation. Well, heres the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"-in my mind- Hmm, Interact President. Awesome, awesome. No problem with SDJ interact club coz i know some of them well, still hate SSI president  for something that happened in the past... And Convent, still dunno them well, and must attend their Installation which... which.. *looks at watch 2.53 pm* OH FCK! FCK! FCK! Get out of bed and bathe!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;Yeap, lucky it only started at 2.30 pm and i arrived just in time to receive the souvenier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, SDJ I.U which i rate 4/5 coz of the several confusions and complications that arose. I was bored, bored, bored. Till two pieces of meat that looked very familar to me arrived!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SogmCl2lfJI/AAAAAAAAAQU/AGgkqBJhg64/s1600-h/sdj+i.u.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SogmCl2lfJI/AAAAAAAAAQU/AGgkqBJhg64/s400/sdj+i.u.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370584381601971346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SogmcY7k1wI/AAAAAAAAAQc/OBqg7D8Asgo/s1600-h/sdj+i.u+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SogmcY7k1wI/AAAAAAAAAQc/OBqg7D8Asgo/s400/sdj+i.u+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370584824809838338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa and Benson!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SogomM2Sh_I/AAAAAAAAAQk/tFbkUdsbxjw/s1600-h/sdj+.i.u+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SogomM2Sh_I/AAAAAAAAAQk/tFbkUdsbxjw/s400/sdj+.i.u+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370587192388388850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa and I, and no.. i wasnt trying to act cute, some dessert was in my mouth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Gurdave performed, he was so damn free that me and him got into the mood. Too much i think, XD... We were loud, cracking up jokes every 5 seconds and got soulful during the mass singing of Michael Jackson songs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, conclusion?&lt;br /&gt;Why am i happy with getting 3rd in Public Speaking? Coz, at least i know what i could do and realised my potential with this. Without it, i could just be wondering how WILL i do IF entered a contest like that, when i am old. And now, i have an answer to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-2438452844236195268?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/2438452844236195268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=2438452844236195268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/2438452844236195268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/2438452844236195268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2009/08/bucket-list.html' title='The Bucket List'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SoghFJBlBnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/qFk23zX6o8E/s72-c/foa+chill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-7744684452482930312</id><published>2009-07-24T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T09:41:07.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do people keep doing that?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes you're just annoyed a person who does things that you think is useless and senseless. Or come upon some guy talking about DoTA like he is being paid to play it. Or someone being a total 100% fan of someone or something to the point of thinking that he or she has a mindset of a stalker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, they have to suck at probably everything else they do.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't make sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the reasons someone is obsessed with doing that particular thing is respect. Wtf does respect have to do with this? Like i said, they probably suck at a lot of things and they will try to MASTER that particular thing they're doing, to be the BEST at it, to gain some RESPECT to oneself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still don't get it?&lt;br /&gt;Here's an example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most or all clean-freaks or some would say, cleanaholics are found to be women. Most of the times, divorced. Lets use Person A as an example. She is a cleanaholic, and her marriage is on the rocks. Shes not getting the respect she deserves from her children because her husband is not home all the time to dicipline them. You might be thinking that if you were Person A, you'd kill yourself by then coz noone would respect you. Well, Person A resorts to cleaning the house all the time. Thats when she finds that little tranquility in her mind. Thats where she feels shes good at. Theres where she feels a sense of self-RESPECT for herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you happen to know anyone like that, now you know why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-7744684452482930312?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/7744684452482930312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=7744684452482930312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/7744684452482930312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/7744684452482930312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-do-people-keep-doing-that.html' title='Why do people keep doing that?'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-6674273480420542987</id><published>2009-07-21T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T09:26:50.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Studied So Much Till I Was 17, That I Forgot To Masturbate</title><content type='html'>Today, while i was eating my trademark Seringgit Setengah nasi goreng during recess with Shan, Harvnd and Danesh, we were talking about our time during form 1 to form 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How we enjoyed playing bottle caps when we were form 2, futsal and basketball everyday after PMR and skipping classes when we were form 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then me and Danesh. Well, Danesh had this confusion over why i did STPM and then proceed for a Diploma. Ok, settled. And we were talking about "people" who study so much for Straight As but still dont UNDERSTAND the poly's requirements of STPM or A-Level students only, to be rejected in the end. Or some would lock themselves up at home for Straight As and study some crap ass useless course after highschool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats why, you should chill, plan and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO, i dont mean planning as in,&lt;br /&gt;"So, enjoy la, after PMR?"&lt;br /&gt;"NO! Gotta prepare for Form 4 next year."&lt;br /&gt;                 OR&lt;br /&gt;"Form 2 honeymoon year, can relax wei.."&lt;br /&gt;"Cant lah, later canot catch up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pls, dont do that.&lt;br /&gt;From the wise words of Shan Viknesh,&lt;br /&gt;'No point studying so much for no reason, you'll end up 24 saying "i was too busy studying when i was 17, i forgot to masturbate."'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-6674273480420542987?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/6674273480420542987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=6674273480420542987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/6674273480420542987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/6674273480420542987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-studied-so-much-till-i-was-17-that-i.html' title='I Studied So Much Till I Was 17, That I Forgot To Masturbate'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-5156823099478453136</id><published>2009-07-15T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T07:02:23.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My comp is lagging and FOA is near.</title><content type='html'>Festival Of Arts, EC.&lt;br /&gt;18 July 2009.&lt;br /&gt;RM10 per entry.&lt;br /&gt;8am. I think.. o.O"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my comp is lagging like hell. Probably die to some crap ass virus, making my CPU usage to be constantly above 80%. Must be hardware problem now, coz after all that scanning and safe downloading, i couldnt find any malicious software. Same problem occured when i took back this same laptop from my parents last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you are my friend, and you wanna prove it, please so come for FOA. Coz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Gurdave and Jackson are gonna perform Nothing Else Matters by Metallica, the S&amp;M version.&lt;br /&gt;And also Kiss Me by Sixpence None The Richer, performed by me and Sara Ong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-5156823099478453136?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/5156823099478453136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=5156823099478453136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/5156823099478453136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/5156823099478453136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-comp-is-lagging-and-foa-is-near.html' title='My comp is lagging and FOA is near.'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-5371174740589661690</id><published>2009-07-07T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T23:18:13.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously?</title><content type='html'>Just so you know, i've "lost" a friend.&lt;br /&gt;It was all fine. Then, that really good friend asked "Lets just be FRIENDS".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were sad, i know coz i couldnt get you the chords you needed desperately for a song. First of all, i cant i dentify a chords just by listening. Ok, maybe some of you guys out there are probably thinking that i should use the bass strings technique. With a Cina pop song that has nothing to do with guitar and hardly any bass AND 2 songs playing over the speaker, nope. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i read your blog, and it just disappoints me to say that i've left you for my studies and other friends. I'm still here in JB, and the only thing that has changed with my friends is that i have less of them that are here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you got so caught up with your thing after your trip, the only real conversation we had was the last one. A really short one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seen you many times, but without that smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-5371174740589661690?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/5371174740589661690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=5371174740589661690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/5371174740589661690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/5371174740589661690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2009/07/seriously.html' title='Seriously?'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-8893727669907977916</id><published>2009-06-29T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T00:33:08.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Sucks, Then I Got Sucked, But It Wasn't That Sucky At All...</title><content type='html'>It Sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That The King Of Pop is gone. But his music is timeless, and try as they may, anyone who tried to cover his songs on American Idol only had bad reception. His vocals are just electrifying, for example in Beat It and just as soothing as She's Out Of My Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As MTV, 8 Tv, Channel-V played some of his videos, his dance moves make K-Pop look like Kiddy-Pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black &amp; White, uber nice video. Just love the unity thing that was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Then, I Got Sucked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, its not that.. Ahem ahem. Its my BLOOD! First time ever i donated blood. Huge needles, pricking your finger and maybe sometimes, faint? Haha! I almost did! Half way through the extraction, i started to get a headache, extreme discomfort, felt like puking, sweat and my ears were ringing. PBSM fella gave my syrup and the nurse (50+ year old wan lah) adjusted the chair that i was sitting on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT IT WAS WORTH IT! 450ml of blood donated, a life saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But It Didn't Suck That Bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old School Calculator FC, my team got 3rd place in my school's futsal competition. Well, it was quite disappointing to me. Sharan couldn't make it, probably could've got 1st if he came. And few defensive errors which i was furious at made us concede goals in the tournament. Wanted to prove a point to the junior non-chinese students by showing them Oldschool non-malay power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss my old team tho. Weird thing is, i found a weird sequence in the trophies i've won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SRK St Joseph, 3rd.&lt;br /&gt;EC Form 2 League, 1st.&lt;br /&gt;EC Afternoon Session League, 1st.&lt;br /&gt;LDDS Cup, 3rd.&lt;br /&gt;Tamil Society, 1st.&lt;br /&gt;2007 EC Open, 3rd.&lt;br /&gt;2007 Johor Interchurch, 1st.&lt;br /&gt;2009 EC Hari Kooperasi, 3rd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, hopefully, the next tournament will get me 1st..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-8893727669907977916?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/8893727669907977916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=8893727669907977916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/8893727669907977916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/8893727669907977916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-sucks-then-i-got-sucked-but-it-wasnt.html' title='It Sucks, Then I Got Sucked, But It Wasn&apos;t That Sucky At All...'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-2197838312418920838</id><published>2009-06-18T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T08:38:32.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lamb Of God - Black Label</title><content type='html'>WWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!?!??!!&lt;br /&gt;Is my comic, torn thwart taken?&lt;br /&gt;Why cant we drop and roll?!?!&lt;br /&gt;When i went home, Mercy told me!!!&lt;br /&gt;Someone has taken your room!!!&lt;br /&gt;Woman naked in my apartment rocking!!!&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you work alone?"&lt;br /&gt;Wanna buy my apartment call Lai!!!&lt;br /&gt;Kinder Bueno, take a bite!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHYY YOOOUUU TAAKKKEE ALLL?!?! WHY YOUUU?? WHY YOU?????&lt;br /&gt;Where do i get a rocker's rainbow?!&lt;br /&gt;Why you?!?! Why you?!?!&lt;br /&gt;WHERE MY RAINBOW?!?! RAINBOW, RAINBOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;Where are You? Where am I?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Why did you wrap my rainbow??&lt;br /&gt;WWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?!?!??!?!?&lt;br /&gt;WWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHEEEEEERRRRRRREEEEEEEE?!??!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White men grabbing, WIRE!!! WIREEE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;WWHHYYY? Where are they carrying, WIRE WIREEEE!!!??&lt;br /&gt;MICHAEL OWEN!!! WIRE, TYRE!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Want bayar??&lt;br /&gt;Want bayar, better pay together!!!&lt;br /&gt;Want bayar Ribery?&lt;br /&gt;Your mother ran the light!!!&lt;br /&gt;My mother ran the traffic light!!!&lt;br /&gt;My mother is awesome right?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to be continued)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-2197838312418920838?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/2197838312418920838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=2197838312418920838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/2197838312418920838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/2197838312418920838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2009/06/lamb-of-god-black-label.html' title='Lamb Of God - Black Label'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-3174884363663498820</id><published>2009-06-13T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T09:12:57.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>We failed coz we didnt have time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all of a sudden, youve got all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once.&lt;br /&gt;No, twice.&lt;br /&gt;This time,&lt;br /&gt;a far one too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-3174884363663498820?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/3174884363663498820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=3174884363663498820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/3174884363663498820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/3174884363663498820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_13.html' title='...'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-4232916353275283186</id><published>2009-06-12T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T08:35:15.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody is changing.</title><content type='html'>And i dont feel the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss that feeling.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badly, i miss it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anybody out there..?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-4232916353275283186?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/4232916353275283186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=4232916353275283186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/4232916353275283186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/4232916353275283186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2009/06/everybody-is-changing.html' title='Everybody is changing.'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-4564058705489089148</id><published>2009-06-09T20:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T20:33:09.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Continue..</title><content type='html'>Well, i was still pissed with the guy so i called jeremy over to "teach" them a thing or two in basketball. First game, beat them 7-0. Second game, lost coz Jeremy didnt want to sweat it out in his jeans and nice PINK polo shirt. so yea, lost 7-6. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the guy happy la?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i didnt really have to "teach" him a thing or two coz.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this car that passed by, stopped at the side.&lt;br /&gt;I tot it was another basketball player.&lt;br /&gt;And the woman inside and her passenger pointed at that Guy.&lt;br /&gt;Shouted his name.&lt;br /&gt;Got scolded in the public by his MUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, thats worse than anything i couldve done to him anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Hope he finds a pump to get air back into his raisin shaped balls of ego...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-4564058705489089148?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/4564058705489089148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=4564058705489089148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/4564058705489089148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/4564058705489089148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2009/06/continue.html' title='Continue..'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-3829056972178021087</id><published>2009-06-08T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T05:08:15.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Noob Bballers</title><content type='html'>today i woke up at 9am and was having a good morning&lt;br /&gt;celine and benroy came over and we took a cab to stulang to get my mum's car. everything was still fine and okay. we played bball at serene park for a while untill some noobs came and evaded our territory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were short.rude.and ammaturisssssssssh. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then Jeremy came to the rescue! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....nvm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scratccccccccch that! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it DID happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. i shall leave someone else to tell a more detailed story of wht DID happen. =D if u actually know the owner of this blog. u'd know this post wasn't writen by him. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showeeeeer showeeeeeeer! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-3829056972178021087?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/3829056972178021087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=3829056972178021087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/3829056972178021087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/3829056972178021087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2009/06/noob-bballers.html' title='Noob Bballers'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-8536137698320733122</id><published>2009-06-05T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T06:43:19.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugghhh</title><content type='html'>Mouth Wash - 2 times a day.&lt;br /&gt;Cough and runny nose syrup - 3 times a day&lt;br /&gt;Antibiotics - 2 for 3 times a day.&lt;br /&gt;Pain killer - 2 before i sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Fever pills - 2 for 4 times a day.&lt;br /&gt;More painkillers - 1 for 3 times a day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder 7 Panadols didnt work...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-8536137698320733122?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/8536137698320733122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=8536137698320733122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/8536137698320733122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/8536137698320733122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2009/06/ugghhh.html' title='Ugghhh'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-4422485296116579802</id><published>2009-06-03T20:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T20:38:02.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>Had a chat wif Nico. No, not the, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Has anyone seen Ricky?"&lt;br /&gt;"Hey motherfcker!"&lt;br /&gt;"Does anybody know why Ricky did Bobby Lu-Po?"&lt;br /&gt;*whacks everyone in the club...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not that Nico from Out For Justice. Some of you already know la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a plan, and im gonna stick to it.&lt;br /&gt;Tho it may be agonizing.&lt;br /&gt;But thats the best plan yet...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-4422485296116579802?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/4422485296116579802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=4422485296116579802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/4422485296116579802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/4422485296116579802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-8898950796249560334</id><published>2009-06-03T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T09:38:23.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow.</title><content type='html'>I think i should try to kick my football till it blows...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-8898950796249560334?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/8898950796249560334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=8898950796249560334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/8898950796249560334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/8898950796249560334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2009/06/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow.'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-8304330293913636814</id><published>2009-06-03T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T09:33:06.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The GOOD, The BAD and The TERRIBLE</title><content type='html'>Just came back from KL with a TERRIBLE fever, sore throat and backache. Currently on my fifth Panadol of the day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAD! Again, but its not the Planetshaker-ish feeling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD? Good night...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-8304330293913636814?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/8304330293913636814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=8304330293913636814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/8304330293913636814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/8304330293913636814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-bad-and-terrible.html' title='The GOOD, The BAD and The TERRIBLE'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-3672004836162409</id><published>2009-05-23T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T07:26:42.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its that feeling again...</title><content type='html'>I'M NOT FEELING EMO. I'M JUST FEELING PLANETSHAKERS-ISH AGAIN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today i decided to try playing a few Planetshakers exspecailly my fav, Beautiful Saviour. And the only song i managed to download form Limewire is Majesty. And that intro just reminded me of Planetshakers Confrence, 2006. Remember getting a bus ride to KL with the Singaporean humans who were also going for the confrence. And also checking in to Sun Inn just beside Sunway Piramids on the 3rd day after staying for 2 days in Uncle Mok's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The praise and worship there was amazing, just unforgettable. And the preaching got me asthma from all the laughing. I needed some pictures. So i spent 15 minutes digging into Melissa Yap's blogspot for them and ended up finding them in her old Xanga blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/ShgENdGJl2I/AAAAAAAAAPE/SEorT6g14E4/s1600-h/matt+fielder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/ShgENdGJl2I/AAAAAAAAAPE/SEorT6g14E4/s400/matt+fielder.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339021987442956130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest preacher there. He loves mamak and he knows visiting toilets frequently were the usual resuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/ShgEzOTUOAI/AAAAAAAAAPM/VB6A3etq_ZY/s1600-h/keyboardist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/ShgEzOTUOAI/AAAAAAAAAPM/VB6A3etq_ZY/s400/keyboardist.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339022636306675714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The keyboardist, Joth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/ShgFTdaJBNI/AAAAAAAAAPU/5KsVfgk894k/s1600-h/drummer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/ShgFTdaJBNI/AAAAAAAAAPU/5KsVfgk894k/s400/drummer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339023190117647570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drummer, Mike Webber... All the girls were crazy for him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/ShgFjNElD6I/AAAAAAAAAPc/vXmvSGSVPEI/s1600-h/bassist+and+guitarist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/ShgFjNElD6I/AAAAAAAAAPc/vXmvSGSVPEI/s400/bassist+and+guitarist.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339023460610150306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark and Philip, bassist and guitarist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/ShgFzLF3TZI/AAAAAAAAAPk/PH4a7cVr_e0/s1600-h/vocalists.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/ShgFzLF3TZI/AAAAAAAAAPk/PH4a7cVr_e0/s400/vocalists.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339023734956576146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry and Alex Seeley, the vocalists. I forgot which unisex name she had.. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/ShgGbG0EpvI/AAAAAAAAAPs/101uBcvXgHw/s1600-h/crowd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/ShgGbG0EpvI/AAAAAAAAAPs/101uBcvXgHw/s400/crowd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339024421002979058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd! 5000+ that last night i think.. Had to use the whole Sunway convention center...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And usually after Rallies, we would wait with Melissa, Celine and Benson for their Aunt to arive.. On the ast night, we couldnt take it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/ShgG5Gd4EZI/AAAAAAAAAP0/YMLCRe0tYTI/s1600-h/fustration.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/ShgG5Gd4EZI/AAAAAAAAAP0/YMLCRe0tYTI/s400/fustration.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339024936305955218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Benson... He also took Celine and Melissa's part of the fustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i remebered we had to rush all the way to JB to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/ShgHM1Lvw3I/AAAAAAAAAP8/UaJX7o2ljTk/s1600-h/dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/ShgHM1Lvw3I/AAAAAAAAAP8/UaJX7o2ljTk/s400/dance.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339025275263894386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance for Christmas in City Square! XD.. Thank you Uncle Ben Yap for that shirt i was wearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remembering those GATAL times of mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/ShgHi_Es1-I/AAAAAAAAAQE/VKpf7rRHDSU/s1600-h/gatal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/ShgHi_Es1-I/AAAAAAAAAQE/VKpf7rRHDSU/s400/gatal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339025655875819490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-3672004836162409?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/3672004836162409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=3672004836162409' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/3672004836162409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/3672004836162409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-that-feeling-again.html' title='Its that feeling again...'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/ShgENdGJl2I/AAAAAAAAAPE/SEorT6g14E4/s72-c/matt+fielder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-5783061034557673825</id><published>2009-05-21T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T02:47:16.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teacher, oh teacher...</title><content type='html'>Whats The difference between a teacher and a lecturer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're like your parents. We care for you, love you and teach you the lessons in life too. The school is like your second home. Through thick and through thin, we will bare with you and guide you through your mistakes", School Teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Money in the bank, job Done", Lecturer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-5783061034557673825?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/5783061034557673825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=5783061034557673825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/5783061034557673825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/5783061034557673825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2009/05/teacher-oh-teacher.html' title='Teacher, oh teacher...'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-4698233754908596512</id><published>2009-05-20T04:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T04:12:29.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As I Expected....</title><content type='html'>NO FCKING BALLS...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-4698233754908596512?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/4698233754908596512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=4698233754908596512' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/4698233754908596512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/4698233754908596512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2009/05/as-i-expected.html' title='As I Expected....'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-5088553233401497429</id><published>2009-05-16T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T10:03:42.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Form 6.. Hmmm...</title><content type='html'>Woo kay... When i told people that i'm in Form 6, a few of them seriously didn't support me. Then i gave them a lecturing about the Indonesian man buying a Proton Saga... One didnt get it, AHEM! One just kept ranting "Stupid!!!" Nvm, that guy that ranted was just Form 3, so can forgive la. Pemikiran belum mantang lagi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I study for my future, not for the sake of competing with other people. I don't have that big of an ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some told me, i should've went to Sunway to do A-Levels. Hey, im gonna study in Singapore... Their A-levels and our A-levels? Erm.. You know what? I'm gonna take my mum's 1996 proton saga to race in the upcoming 2009 Proton Saga rally.... And i'm gonna fcking beg for respect there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a simple man, gonna take Form 6 and then proceed to Physiotherapy in Nanyang. Not gonna take some MEiT, MASi, ULiM, CONDOMi, WiZFG, TEBFi, MOFO crap courses....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that guy who has a problem with me on my chatspace, i play at serene park every wednesday at 5, so if you wanna "meet" me there, feel free to do so. Hey, im not the one thats feeling like a loser... Oh yeah, and if you wanna get violent, please get some Appeton tablets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S, try getting 13 inch biceps and 28 inch thighs (sorry if i mentioned your waist line) if you wanna keep yourself on the ground.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-5088553233401497429?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/5088553233401497429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=5088553233401497429' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/5088553233401497429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/5088553233401497429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2009/05/form-6-hmmm.html' title='Form 6.. Hmmm...'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-1822813582110589018</id><published>2009-05-09T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T12:24:09.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Pussy Cat Dolls</title><content type='html'>1.besides ur lips, where is the favourite spot to get kissed?&lt;br /&gt;` erm... HMM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.how did you feel when you woke up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;` I'm 45 MINUTES LATE FOR FUTSAL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.who was the last person/people you took photo with?&lt;br /&gt;` Benson and my sis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.would you consider yourself spoiled?&lt;br /&gt;` Hmm, a bit la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.will you ever donate blood?&lt;br /&gt;` For sure..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.have you ever had a best friend who was of opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;` Yeap... And still have a few...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Do you want someone to be dead?&lt;br /&gt;` Tom Henning Ovrebo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.what does your last text message say?&lt;br /&gt;` Whoa. Lol. Hw u met him. (this doesn't mean i'm gay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.what are you thinking right now?&lt;br /&gt;` Hmm.. Had a good conv with Her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Do you want someone to be with you right now?&lt;br /&gt;` Dunno. Anyone that wanna hug me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.what was the time you went to bed last night?&lt;br /&gt;` 4. Played DotA with Benson.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.where did you buy the tee you are wearing now?&lt;br /&gt;` I'm not wearing one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Is someone on your mind right now?&lt;br /&gt;` HMMMM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.who was the last person(s) who text you?&lt;br /&gt;` Person(s)? Natalie, Miss Chin, Shi Ryn...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-1822813582110589018?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/1822813582110589018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=1822813582110589018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/1822813582110589018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/1822813582110589018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2009/05/tagged-by-pussy-cat-dolls.html' title='Tagged by Pussy Cat Dolls'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-2900299560649097820</id><published>2009-04-19T23:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T23:56:52.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh God...</title><content type='html'>Why the fuck am I doing this to myself?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-2900299560649097820?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/2900299560649097820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=2900299560649097820' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/2900299560649097820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/2900299560649097820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-god.html' title='Oh God...'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-3298677270080689284</id><published>2009-04-10T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T13:04:21.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Before I Retire</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna travel around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, Europe but NOOOO.. Not London, Paris, Venice or Rome.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not mainstream...&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, i'm going to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/Sd-gNVkePiI/AAAAAAAAAOM/lNl6ySlIdrc/s1600-h/Fucking,+Austria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 342px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/Sd-gNVkePiI/AAAAAAAAAOM/lNl6ySlIdrc/s400/Fucking,+Austria.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323149435564080674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! Its Fucking, Austria... Gotta steal one of their sign boards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that, I'm gonna visit my old friend, Jackson Ting Ting Ting who would be probably living in Fuckby, Sweden by then with long hair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF there were to be an economic depression at that time, I'm gonna have to downsize my visit to Melbourne, Australia together with my wife's bra to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/Sd-hS1nKCGI/AAAAAAAAAOU/3d3uzkjonmk/s1600-h/Bra+Fence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/Sd-hS1nKCGI/AAAAAAAAAOU/3d3uzkjonmk/s400/Bra+Fence.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323150629576247394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The famous Cardrona Bra Fence in New Zealand..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not just gonna do travelling before i retire, but i'm also gonna invest in Extraterrestrial real estate on the moon.. And you gotta appreciate nature too you know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/Sd-ihY0Zn-I/AAAAAAAAAOc/8RwY_cGp0zA/s1600-h/Swastika+Tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 168px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/Sd-ihY0Zn-I/AAAAAAAAAOc/8RwY_cGp0zA/s400/Swastika+Tree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323151979056832482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh... Nature's Beauty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also plan to have a holiday with nature in the Head-Smashed-In Buffalo Jump, a Canadian heritage site...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and before leaving Europe i gotta visit the Icelandic Phallological Muzeum.. I have no idea what that means.. BUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/Sd-jn6hp0cI/AAAAAAAAAOk/S6afOFKhu4w/s1600-h/Museum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 329px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/Sd-jn6hp0cI/AAAAAAAAAOk/S6afOFKhu4w/s400/Museum.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323153190695850434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH! still have no idea what that means...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after visiting Europe and the rest of the richer countries, I feel spoilt. Therefore, i gotta think about how we ROBUST Asians lived...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/Sd-kgMs1PeI/AAAAAAAAAOs/eEaX0D5-uIg/s1600-h/Walled+City.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/Sd-kgMs1PeI/AAAAAAAAAOs/eEaX0D5-uIg/s400/Walled+City.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323154157647248866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kowloon Walled City.. About 50,000+ people lived in there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/Sd-kvLPchII/AAAAAAAAAO0/ClG7TK76UUY/s1600-h/Walled+City+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 340px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/Sd-kvLPchII/AAAAAAAAAO0/ClG7TK76UUY/s400/Walled+City+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323154414953596034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The awesome view of the Sun in an alley there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe.. Before me and my wife's "lives" slows down, we gotta visit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/Sd-lUXgaVDI/AAAAAAAAAO8/xmz5nWDpBgc/s1600-h/The+Other+World+Kingdom.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/Sd-lUXgaVDI/AAAAAAAAAO8/xmz5nWDpBgc/s400/The+Other+World+Kingdom.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323155053901141042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Other World Kingdom.. A large BDSM commercial facility and also a micronation...&lt;br /&gt;The Requirements for women are:&lt;br /&gt;-The woman must have reached the age of consent. &lt;br /&gt;-The ownership of at least one male slave. &lt;br /&gt;-Obeying the principles and laws of the OWK. &lt;br /&gt;-Sending an application for citizenship. &lt;br /&gt;-Spending at least five nights in the Area of Queen's Palace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap... Next, i gotta visit a few people in my trip..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-3298677270080689284?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/3298677270080689284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=3298677270080689284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/3298677270080689284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/3298677270080689284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2009/04/before-i-retire.html' title='Before I Retire'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/Sd-gNVkePiI/AAAAAAAAAOM/lNl6ySlIdrc/s72-c/Fucking,+Austria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-6769188652418918546</id><published>2009-04-05T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T04:15:46.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't feel like poop...</title><content type='html'>I feel like Pip...&lt;br /&gt;Great Expectations...&lt;br /&gt;Im nearing the climax...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-6769188652418918546?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/6769188652418918546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=6769188652418918546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/6769188652418918546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/6769188652418918546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-dont-feel-like-poop.html' title='I don&apos;t feel like poop...'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-1975281418351322417</id><published>2009-04-03T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T11:13:25.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels</title><content type='html'>I would love to thank these group of people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SdZK6SabgxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/quf0nmiJuG8/s1600-h/Benson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SdZK6SabgxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/quf0nmiJuG8/s400/Benson.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320522375020380946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benson Yap, the one who would care but I'm always too late to reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SdZLR9FmkXI/AAAAAAAAAM8/v12R2jiCVtc/s1600-h/Brendan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SdZLR9FmkXI/AAAAAAAAAM8/v12R2jiCVtc/s400/Brendan.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320522781612740978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brendan Vive AKA Robert AKA Mr. Isolation AKA The Kop AKA Wise Man Beta AKA Mr. Cool, AKA Encik Jumaat, AKA The Destroyer, AKA Giant, AKA Kutu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SdZL6sywrrI/AAAAAAAAANE/4lfu1prXpB0/s1600-h/Celine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SdZL6sywrrI/AAAAAAAAANE/4lfu1prXpB0/s400/Celine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320523481613381298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celine Yap, the one who i've been "sharing" with since i met both of "Them".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SdZMyuZvHLI/AAAAAAAAANM/eJ6BoNiKMog/s1600-h/Clara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SdZMyuZvHLI/AAAAAAAAANM/eJ6BoNiKMog/s400/Clara.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320524444117966002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clara, Hated me at first, then accepted me as a friend.. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SdZNI6xCwpI/AAAAAAAAANU/1hCd3ppaKAI/s1600-h/Gurdave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 383px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SdZNI6xCwpI/AAAAAAAAANU/1hCd3ppaKAI/s400/Gurdave.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320524825394070162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gurdave, who supports every single negative ideas i have..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SdZNWLdkduI/AAAAAAAAANc/6IQ6tm4gsWI/s1600-h/jackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SdZNWLdkduI/AAAAAAAAANc/6IQ6tm4gsWI/s400/jackson.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320525053214095074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson AKA Sweden AKA Wise Man Romeo. The first person to accept my retardness in secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SdZN1Z-CaBI/AAAAAAAAANk/CNQ17mAeuQQ/s1600-h/Jeremy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SdZN1Z-CaBI/AAAAAAAAANk/CNQ17mAeuQQ/s400/Jeremy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320525589684316178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, China..... Jeremy la! He my tower... One of the few who've seen me cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SdZODyrOSYI/AAAAAAAAANs/uyvzW_ZlCtw/s1600-h/Jourdan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SdZODyrOSYI/AAAAAAAAANs/uyvzW_ZlCtw/s400/Jourdan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320525836834457986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jourdan, Wise Man Juliet and there's nothing he can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SdZOYaNA1HI/AAAAAAAAAN0/fBaozPGIXSQ/s1600-h/Melissa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SdZOYaNA1HI/AAAAAAAAAN0/fBaozPGIXSQ/s400/Melissa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320526191042548850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa Yap, the one who have seen me cried terribly.. HER BDAY COMING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SdZPfo9CalI/AAAAAAAAAN8/XfYpfDwUl6g/s1600-h/Natalie!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SdZPfo9CalI/AAAAAAAAAN8/XfYpfDwUl6g/s400/Natalie!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320527414772787794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie Chin! My Mei since a year and a half ago.. Her BDAY COMING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SdZQapW1JDI/AAAAAAAAAOE/XzWYD5CG1YY/s1600-h/Subhash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SdZQapW1JDI/AAAAAAAAAOE/XzWYD5CG1YY/s400/Subhash.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320528428493251634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subhash Nair, my friend since Primary 4. Thx for letting me release stress by getting chased by dogs and playing XBox..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angels (changed the lyrics abit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit and wait. Does an angel contemplate my fate.&lt;br /&gt;And do they know the places were we go when we're grey and old.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I have been told that salvation lets their wings unfold.&lt;br /&gt;So when I'm lying in my bed,&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts running through my head,&lt;br /&gt;And I feel that love is dead.&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving angels instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And through it all they offer me protection, &lt;br /&gt;A lot love and affection, whether I'm right or wrong.&lt;br /&gt;And down the waterfall wherever it may take me,&lt;br /&gt;I know that life won't break me.&lt;br /&gt;When I come to call, they won't forsake me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving angels instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm feeling weak and my pain walks down a one way street.&lt;br /&gt;I look above and I know I'll always be blessed with love.&lt;br /&gt;And as the feeling grows &lt;br /&gt;they breathe flesh to my bones&lt;br /&gt;And when love is dead, &lt;br /&gt;I'm loving angels instead.&lt;div 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title='Angels'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SdZK6SabgxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/quf0nmiJuG8/s72-c/Benson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-976953124368382530</id><published>2009-03-30T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T03:05:11.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make A Memory</title><content type='html'>(Verse)&lt;br /&gt;Hello again, it's you and me&lt;br /&gt;Kinda always like it used to be&lt;br /&gt;Sippin' wine, killing time&lt;br /&gt;Trying to solve life's mysteries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's your life, it's been awhile?&lt;br /&gt;God it's good to see you smile&lt;br /&gt;I see you reaching for your keys&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a reason not to leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bridge)&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know if you should stay&lt;br /&gt;If you don't say what's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;Baby just breathe&lt;br /&gt;There's nowhere else tonight we should be&lt;br /&gt;You wanna make a memory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Verse)&lt;br /&gt;I dug up this old photograph&lt;br /&gt;Look at all that hair we had&lt;br /&gt;It's bitter sweet to hear you laugh&lt;br /&gt;Your phone is ringin i don't wanna ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bridge)&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know I'll understand&lt;br /&gt;if you stay hey i've gotta plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;You wanna make a memory?&lt;br /&gt;You wanna steal a peice of time?&lt;br /&gt;You can sing the melody to me&lt;br /&gt;And I can write a couple lines&lt;br /&gt;You wanna make a memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bridge)&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know if you should stay&lt;br /&gt;If you don't say what's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;Baby just breathe&lt;br /&gt;there's nowhere else tonight we should be, we should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;You wanna make a memory?&lt;br /&gt;You wanna steal a peice of time?&lt;br /&gt;You can sing the melody to me&lt;br /&gt;And I can write a couple lines&lt;br /&gt;You wanna make a memory&lt;br /&gt;You wanna make a memory&lt;br /&gt;You wanna make a memory....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-976953124368382530?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/976953124368382530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=976953124368382530' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/976953124368382530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/976953124368382530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2009/03/make-memory.html' title='Make A Memory'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-5258908594397413781</id><published>2009-03-16T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T09:06:23.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I'm Ex-EC...</title><content type='html'>No, my watch is not spoilt and i did not just woke up from the day SPM ended. Just thought about what i'm gonna miss after school. Hmm.. Come to think about it, what i remembered was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Form 1&lt;br /&gt;- Went to 1 Bestari and made my debut wif a loud HALLELUJAH!!!!!! Some thought i was crazy or retarded.&lt;br /&gt;- Der Juinn was my first ever friend there.&lt;br /&gt;- Met one of the Fantastico brothers there, Jackson. We were drawing partners, one using the ruler often, the other losing his ruler often. Most of the time, we bully How Wei Lik who just got transffered and say his drawing sux.&lt;br /&gt;- Always tried simulating rag doll physics by making Jackson run from across the block and shooting him with an imaginary gun. He falls with the momentum of his run.&lt;br /&gt;- Known as Kalamanga Schemeleitu by my Sejarah/PJ teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Form 2&lt;br /&gt;- Me and Jackson sat at the back. Everyday we spit at that little space behind us.&lt;br /&gt;- Still continued to bully Hoe Wei Lik.&lt;br /&gt;- Won numerous Futsal tournaments with Sharan, Daniel Raj, Darren Lau, Jeremy and Elvin..&lt;br /&gt;- The year was getting better and better. Juniors, Form 2 is your honeymoon year for sure.&lt;br /&gt;- Played first bottle cap game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Form 3&lt;br /&gt;- Jackson got drafted into 3 Etika. BUT! In 3 Fatan, i met Satan (Gurdave) and the other Fantastico Brother, Brendan.&lt;br /&gt;- Ponteng-ed my first class.&lt;br /&gt;- Never heard as many curses in a day in my life, thanks to Gurdave.&lt;br /&gt;- Got my Metallica CD confiscated. Original CD summore.&lt;br /&gt;- Convinced the Dicipline teacher to believe the "Fuck sign" is actually for "Masuk ke dalam kelas"&lt;br /&gt;- Made teacher cry.&lt;br /&gt;- Bailed Gurdave out from a big case, earning a girl's number from him. :P&lt;br /&gt;- Still bullying Hoe Wei Lik, The Hoe Wei Lik Aqua song made.&lt;br /&gt;- Got 3A, 3B, 1C for PMR and missed the party by Qi Ren coz was badly sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Form 4&lt;br /&gt;- Chose Science stream and got drafted into 4 Fatan.&lt;br /&gt;- Jackson came back to Fatan-ism, welcomed by me and Brendan.&lt;br /&gt;- Also met Jourdan, the last of the Fantastico Brothers.&lt;br /&gt;- Never liked Chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;- Had bottle cap league and ponteng class almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;- Got caning often in Dicipline Room.&lt;br /&gt;- Fun ended wen we changed class to the other end, more difficult to ponteng.&lt;br /&gt;- Got used to the roomy class, bottle cap gets better that one dude broke his foot playing that.&lt;br /&gt;- Fantastico Brothers constantly "decorate" the class walls with out shoes, Jackson and Brendan practiced the battering ram with a metal pole against the old school walls.&lt;br /&gt;- Had fun with the fading paint. Filled the bottom of my shoe with dried white paint and "applied" it to Janarthan's groin area. It was stuck there for 3 days. He takes the public bus to and fro school btw..&lt;br /&gt;- Still bullying Hoe Wei Lik.&lt;br /&gt;- Finally made it to school basketball team.&lt;br /&gt;- Oh yeah, Shyamala's fav student.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Form 5&lt;br /&gt;- 5 Fatan! We are seniors! Bullying the members in LDDS and Interact with my posts.&lt;br /&gt;- Still bullying Hoe Wei Lik.&lt;br /&gt;- Got into Omega, Satan joined me for BM. Well, coincidentally.&lt;br /&gt;- First MSSD with basketball team. Lost of course...&lt;br /&gt;- Studied "hard" for SPM.&lt;br /&gt;- Always arrived at school at 6 20am and slept there. Often being woken up by Jackson or Gurdave's cursings.&lt;br /&gt;- 40% of the first words i hear every morning is the F-word.&lt;br /&gt;- SPM!!!&lt;br /&gt;- 3A, 2B, 3C, 2G... G is for Chem and Add Maths..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh... still finding the time i need to post an entry on the Pinang trip. Which made me miss the meeting wif Clara and the Sacred Heart Youths.. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-5258908594397413781?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/5258908594397413781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=5258908594397413781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/5258908594397413781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/5258908594397413781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2009/03/now-im-ex-ec.html' title='Now I&apos;m Ex-EC...'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-2860286664689516238</id><published>2009-03-03T12:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T12:38:35.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>o0o=.=o0o You!</title><content type='html'>Recently, i've been playing DOTA on Garena. Well, i had no other choice. Soon after 4 days of playing it, i could tell that most of the players there were.. Hmm.. Too serious about the game. Like if you die, they will call you a noob or scold some weird canto word like Sohai or sumthin. Like thats gonna hurt my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chatspace in the lobby of Garena is more interesting tho. You can see 2 people fighting over a game they've lost. Most of all, these Ah Bengs fight using stupid topics. Each of them calling each other dogs.. =.=.. or using the Sohai word often. Some even want to fight in real life, telling the opposite dude to meet up at a place. However, arguing with these kind of people is easy tho. Just put in a bit of IQ and they're left thinking wad you said for the next hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wad suprises is that a growing number of Malays have started laying this game. Some have gotten too arrogant tho. As i had an encounter with one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;forgot his name&gt; cina babi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;bubu1991&gt; woi, racist for wad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;forgot his name&gt; pukimak orang cina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;bubu1991&gt; shut up lah. don't make me call the China police to defeat the army of Malaysia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some of them even scolded using canto words, regardless of what they mean.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, did i tell you guys? I visited Jackson at Rembau 2 weeks ago. Yeap, i invited Gurdave to tag along and we went there VIA Jackson's mum who drove. When we arrived there, Aunty Kang opened the boot and my God.. If you cant bring Jackson to the supermarket, you bring the supermarket to Jackson. And thats what she did. Portable cooker, frying pans, lots of food..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/Sa2UCh8WFQI/AAAAAAAAAMc/WM-sL6EhX2s/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/Sa2UCh8WFQI/AAAAAAAAAMc/WM-sL6EhX2s/s400/Image006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309062306931807490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, trying to sell the uniform. Does the uniform look good, or is it just me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/Sa2UmU2zDOI/AAAAAAAAAMk/kCpG3Sw56H4/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/Sa2UmU2zDOI/AAAAAAAAAMk/kCpG3Sw56H4/s400/Image007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309062921894169826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posers. Oh yeah, there is a pic of me, Zeke, Jackson, Bryan Loh , Brian Chang and Gurdave in it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/Sa2U_HjOjFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/afC6iYJX8Os/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/Sa2U_HjOjFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/afC6iYJX8Os/s400/Image008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309063347819154514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Gurdave A.K.A Raj by someone, trying to sell the uniform..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats about it! And did it tell you im posting this at 4.38 am, with chewing gum in my mouth?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-2860286664689516238?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/2860286664689516238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=2860286664689516238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/2860286664689516238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/2860286664689516238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2009/03/o0oo0o-you.html' title='o0o=.=o0o You!'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/Sa2UCh8WFQI/AAAAAAAAAMc/WM-sL6EhX2s/s72-c/Image006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-907995145797868464</id><published>2009-02-20T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T10:31:09.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Tribute Of Steve Irwin</title><content type='html'>I dunno wad this entry has to do with Steve Irwin except the fact that he is Australian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, recently everyone sould've heard about the Australian bush fires that claimed more than 200 lives. And a number of koala bears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why i wanna go to Australia one day and kidnap a koala bear and bring it back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SZ71jY1iMBI/AAAAAAAAALs/d3VbS9Kxd1s/s1600-h/sam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 360px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SZ71jY1iMBI/AAAAAAAAALs/d3VbS9Kxd1s/s400/sam.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304947399400239122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is "Sam". This poor koala was found dehydrated on a burnt out piece of land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next one, well heres the story.&lt;br /&gt;A family in Maude, near Geelong, photographed the young female koala taking a dip after finding her on their verandah, shaking and distressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Images of the dehydrated koala bathing in a bucket of water have circulated around Australia, New Zealand and Britain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracey Young's 10-year-old nephew, Tom Durren, and his sister, Kate, 6, discovered the koala on Friday when temperatures reached the high 40s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SZ72H_M2BfI/AAAAAAAAAL0/aiJmNUW1ND8/s1600-h/koala-heatwave-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SZ72H_M2BfI/AAAAAAAAAL0/aiJmNUW1ND8/s400/koala-heatwave-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304948028173846002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SZ72OBASy3I/AAAAAAAAAL8/ZuiVbJjY7Sc/s1600-h/koala-heatwave-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SZ72OBASy3I/AAAAAAAAAL8/ZuiVbJjY7Sc/s400/koala-heatwave-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304948131737291634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SZ72WksZm2I/AAAAAAAAAME/LFA2AHUBfI0/s1600-h/koala-heatwave-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SZ72WksZm2I/AAAAAAAAAME/LFA2AHUBfI0/s400/koala-heatwave-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304948278756481890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SZ72p-J4CWI/AAAAAAAAAMM/KS3iYpuUvYg/s1600-h/koala-heatwave-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SZ72p-J4CWI/AAAAAAAAAMM/KS3iYpuUvYg/s400/koala-heatwave-4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304948612008511842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SZ72w4giZnI/AAAAAAAAAMU/FRKC9yK9LSs/s1600-h/koala-heatwave-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SZ72w4giZnI/AAAAAAAAAMU/FRKC9yK9LSs/s400/koala-heatwave-5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304948730752034418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, one of the things i have to do before retiring is to kidnap a koala bear..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-907995145797868464?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/907995145797868464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=907995145797868464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/907995145797868464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/907995145797868464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-tribute-of-steve-irwin.html' title='In Tribute Of Steve Irwin'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SZ71jY1iMBI/AAAAAAAAALs/d3VbS9Kxd1s/s72-c/sam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-7938157445337425723</id><published>2009-02-13T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T09:24:51.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The LANCHAW</title><content type='html'>Like i promised, my movie awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting to you, the LANCHAW (Literature, Arts, Nice, Captivating, Heterosexual Awards)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Best Male Actor Award goes to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SZWo1dBBAoI/AAAAAAAAAK0/3ne3xmvXZZQ/s1600-h/Photo-0214nn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SZWo1dBBAoI/AAAAAAAAAK0/3ne3xmvXZZQ/s400/Photo-0214nn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302329772574048898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan Yong Wei Ming in the movie, The Coma Patient.&lt;br /&gt;His performance in the movie just shows his hardwork and his talent in acting while potraying a coma patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Best Female Actor Award goes to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SZWpyN740bI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qCsGHb6VRUA/s1600-h/Photo-0215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SZWpyN740bI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qCsGHb6VRUA/s400/Photo-0215.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302330816498028978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mei You Ren in the movie, Inside A Coffin.&lt;br /&gt;She really makes you wonder what happens in a coffin, dosen't she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Film Award goes to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SZWo1dBBAoI/AAAAAAAAAK0/3ne3xmvXZZQ/s1600-h/Photo-0214nn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SZWo1dBBAoI/AAAAAAAAAK0/3ne3xmvXZZQ/s400/Photo-0214nn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302329772574048898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Coma Patient.&lt;br /&gt;This film well and truly potrays a coma patient without the use of special effects, something that most films use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Inspirational Film Award goes to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SZWrA9FHeuI/AAAAAAAAALE/ShzZKugaiLE/s1600-h/Photo-0216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SZWrA9FHeuI/AAAAAAAAALE/ShzZKugaiLE/s400/Photo-0216.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302332169183001314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple Yong.&lt;br /&gt;The day to day struggles of a guy named Yong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Special Effect Award goes to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SZWr5L4jIcI/AAAAAAAAALM/DmasEiGD26c/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SZWr5L4jIcI/AAAAAAAAALM/DmasEiGD26c/s400/5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302333135229493698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Purplist, directed by Subhash Nair.&lt;br /&gt;Many critics have spotted Subhash Nair A/L Chandra Sekran dan juga A/L Puan Geetha dan juga Adik/Lelaki Ashwin Nair A/P Chandra Sekran dan juga Abang/Lelaki Karishma Nair A/P Chandra Sekran to be the next M. Night Shyamalan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks For Your Time, Ladies And Gentlemen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-7938157445337425723?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/7938157445337425723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=7938157445337425723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/7938157445337425723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/7938157445337425723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2009/02/lanchaw.html' title='The LANCHAW'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SZWo1dBBAoI/AAAAAAAAAK0/3ne3xmvXZZQ/s72-c/Photo-0214nn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-5399012359852222767</id><published>2009-02-10T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T07:46:26.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Choice</title><content type='html'>So, quite a number of people give me the WTH look when i said i'm taking form 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Me:&lt;br /&gt;As you know, Nanyang Polytechnic only accepts STPM or Cambridge A-Level students. Why Nanyang Poly? Ahh, it is the only recognised place to do physiotherapy the South East Asia. Malaysia leh? The only university offering physiotherapy in Malaysia just opened this year. And the hospital in Singapore offer jobs in physio for Nanyang Gradutates on the spot. Other than that, you have to take a test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For everyone:&lt;br /&gt;Why the rush? You wanna make big bucks soon arh? Okay, thats not for me to decide. But think about it, why study ASAP in these times? If you dont get me, the worst economy crisis since 1929's Great Depression. Take your time to study... If you study damn fast, who is gonna employ you, rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, Harry Potter rules and Twilight can suck its hairy sweaty kutu balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next post, i gonna have my own movie awards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-5399012359852222767?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/5399012359852222767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=5399012359852222767' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/5399012359852222767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/5399012359852222767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-choice.html' title='My Choice'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-6096327616824693904</id><published>2009-02-06T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T08:37:46.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have One Simple Question</title><content type='html'>Which one do you prefer? I'm not talking about the character but the novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twilight or Harry Potter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vote by commenting on this entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-6096327616824693904?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/6096327616824693904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=6096327616824693904' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/6096327616824693904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/6096327616824693904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-have-one-simple-question.html' title='I Have One Simple Question'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-4356678787518030167</id><published>2009-02-02T02:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T06:34:43.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The People's Republic of Sweden</title><content type='html'>Nope, I did not fail my Geography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Jackson came down from NS for a one week holiday sempena Chinese New Year. Clara, Von, Melvin, George, Sara, Paul and The Swedish Ambassador (from Subhash) came to my house on Tuesday. After everyone left except Jackson, I showed him a cool game on my PC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Democracy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SYb9ZeitzrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/HW1MMkRSsmM/s1600-h/Democracy_Coverart.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 358px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SYb9ZeitzrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/HW1MMkRSsmM/s400/Democracy_Coverart.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298200625785196210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main objective of the game is to be a President or Prime Minister of a country and run it! Its damn difficult trying to decrease the debt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that day was special. In front of the Swedish Ambassador, I became the Prime Minister of Sweden. I wanted to reduce the debt of the country because of the current financial crisis. So, I, The Prime Minister of The People's Rupublic of Sweden introduced maximum Marriage, Petrol, Possesion, Land, Internet, Airine, Plastic, Coporate Business and Car taxes. And i abolished everything thats consuming national funds like Military Training, Health Care, Police, Prisons, Courts, Pensions... You know, common sense lah. You want money, come get money. Pensions.. pffttt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, who wan live in The People's Rupublic of Sweden?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That following night, went to DeBali with The Swedish Ambassador, Gurdave, Jourdan and Eugene (my sort of cousin from KL). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SYcDBd-TwdI/AAAAAAAAAKk/YaNLrwJsS8w/s1600-h/Photo-0205zzzzh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SYcDBd-TwdI/AAAAAAAAAKk/YaNLrwJsS8w/s400/Photo-0205zzzzh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298206810385400274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Swedish Ambassador, blad and Jourdan after a few bottles of beer.&lt;br /&gt;(See Subhash, get yourself a Samsung if you want an artsy picture camera. If any of you guys noticed, all the pictures in my blog are taken wif my 1.3mpx Samsung camera, no flash. It captures light superbly.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After chilling there for a few hours, we went to Eden Garden but its tough getting into their pubs. So we went to the pathetic Walker's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SYcDyuZwReI/AAAAAAAAAKs/2pTgWjEpTjU/s1600-h/Photo-0206iii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SYcDyuZwReI/AAAAAAAAAKs/2pTgWjEpTjU/s400/Photo-0206iii.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298207656609072610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the bouncers. Looking bouncy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update more next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-4356678787518030167?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/4356678787518030167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=4356678787518030167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/4356678787518030167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/4356678787518030167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2009/02/peoples-republic-of-sweden.html' title='The People&apos;s Republic of Sweden'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SYb9ZeitzrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/HW1MMkRSsmM/s72-c/Democracy_Coverart.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-7585279152448241927</id><published>2009-01-21T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T09:52:08.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The UN-movies..</title><content type='html'>Today, me and Jeremy both gay-ed together and watched a horror movie Titled They Wait. Ok la, interesting coz we Chinese ma. So, we understood wat was going on. And I noticed many movies today have really corny titles. Like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SXda9301tCI/AAAAAAAAAIo/XbIQla4ZCAo/s1600-h/200px-The_Unborn_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 297px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SXda9301tCI/AAAAAAAAAIo/XbIQla4ZCAo/s400/200px-The_Unborn_poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293799906001400866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Unborn. (check out her ass!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SXdbJ93d3hI/AAAAAAAAAIw/va_JzEm_KRQ/s1600-h/200px-Uninvitedposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 296px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SXdbJ93d3hI/AAAAAAAAAIw/va_JzEm_KRQ/s400/200px-Uninvitedposter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293800113781464594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Uninvited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SXdcJpfOgPI/AAAAAAAAAI4/MFCITHOF6tM/s1600-h/Photo-0205zz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SXdcJpfOgPI/AAAAAAAAAI4/MFCITHOF6tM/s400/Photo-0205zz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293801207822713074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Unpleasant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SXdcaT2vWUI/AAAAAAAAAJA/bNQXp-UUuyw/s1600-h/Photo-0148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SXdcaT2vWUI/AAAAAAAAAJA/bNQXp-UUuyw/s400/Photo-0148.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293801494073530690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Un-Funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SXdc1fsEZWI/AAAAAAAAAJI/uX9F-rGUT9M/s1600-h/Photo-0205zzzz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SXdc1fsEZWI/AAAAAAAAAJI/uX9F-rGUT9M/s400/Photo-0205zzzz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293801961106466146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Un-Brave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SXddDHMuVlI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/-LXyUhKyI50/s1600-h/Photo-0151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SXddDHMuVlI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/-LXyUhKyI50/s400/Photo-0151.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293802195050714706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Un-Available&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SXddUlC86qI/AAAAAAAAAJY/CBtCGrzgHO8/s1600-h/Photo-0206zz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SXddUlC86qI/AAAAAAAAAJY/CBtCGrzgHO8/s400/Photo-0206zz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293802495120566946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Un-Ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SXdeAeL9EjI/AAAAAAAAAJg/MfEhXOBo9Ao/s1600-h/Photo-0176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SXdeAeL9EjI/AAAAAAAAAJg/MfEhXOBo9Ao/s400/Photo-0176.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293803249193521714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Un-Available 2: Partners In Crime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SXdebykZiiI/AAAAAAAAAJo/35cc-w18rJ0/s1600-h/Photo-0206yy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SXdebykZiiI/AAAAAAAAAJo/35cc-w18rJ0/s400/Photo-0206yy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293803718521227810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Un-Charismatic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SXde08MgPGI/AAAAAAAAAJw/3keuzrHmnIU/s1600-h/Photonmgr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SXde08MgPGI/AAAAAAAAAJw/3keuzrHmnIU/s400/Photonmgr.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293804150602087522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Un-Behaved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SXdfGSczTiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/U2KON0SH97g/s1600-h/Photo-0207uz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SXdfGSczTiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/U2KON0SH97g/s400/Photo-0207uz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293804448633802274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Un-Inspired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SXdf6KZKcaI/AAAAAAAAAKA/0BfqaVr8PE4/s1600-h/Photo-0082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SXdf6KZKcaI/AAAAAAAAAKA/0BfqaVr8PE4/s400/Photo-0082.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293805339824255394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Un-Normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SXdgKDvUOZI/AAAAAAAAAKI/uuNn8GXtIUY/s1600-h/Photo-0208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SXdgKDvUOZI/AAAAAAAAAKI/uuNn8GXtIUY/s400/Photo-0208.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293805612916029842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Un-Controlled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SXdgmi7trjI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ohKn-BKbC4I/s1600-h/Photo-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SXdgmi7trjI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ohKn-BKbC4I/s400/Photo-01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293806102325866034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Un-Forseen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You. For those who are turning 18 this year, good luck. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-7585279152448241927?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/7585279152448241927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=7585279152448241927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/7585279152448241927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/7585279152448241927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2009/01/un-movies.html' title='The UN-movies..'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SXda9301tCI/AAAAAAAAAIo/XbIQla4ZCAo/s72-c/200px-The_Unborn_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-504837171225909921</id><published>2009-01-15T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T09:08:44.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Ass Shits... (Went To A Party Mom)</title><content type='html'>WENT TO A PARTY, MOM. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Please read all the way to the bottom and sign your name *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a party,&lt;br /&gt;And remembered what you said.&lt;br /&gt;You told me not to drink, Mom&lt;br /&gt;So I had a sprite instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt proud of myself,&lt;br /&gt;The way you said I would,&lt;br /&gt;That I didn't drink and drive,&lt;br /&gt;Though some friends said I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a healthy choice,&lt;br /&gt;And your advice to me was right,&lt;br /&gt;The party finally ended,&lt;br /&gt;And the kids drove out of sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got into my car,&lt;br /&gt;Sure to get home in one piece,&lt;br /&gt;I never knew what was coming, Mom&lt;br /&gt;Something I expected least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm lying on the pavement,&lt;br /&gt;And I hear the policeman say,&lt;br /&gt;The kid that caused this wreck was drunk, Mom,&lt;br /&gt;his voice seems far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own blood's all around me,&lt;br /&gt;As I try hard not to cry.&lt;br /&gt;I can hear the paramedic say,&lt;br /&gt;This girl is going to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure the guy had no idea,&lt;br /&gt;While he was flying high,&lt;br /&gt;Because he chose to drink and drive,&lt;br /&gt;Now I would have to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why do people do it, Mom&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that it ruins lives?&lt;br /&gt;And now the pain is cutting me,&lt;br /&gt;Like a hundred stabbing knives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell sister not to be afraid, Mom&lt;br /&gt;Tell daddy to be brave,&lt;br /&gt;And when I go to heaven,&lt;br /&gt;"Daddy's Girl" is on my grave.&lt;br /&gt;Someone should have taught him,&lt;br /&gt;That it's wrong to drink and drive.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if his parents had,&lt;br /&gt;I'd still be alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My breath is getting shorter, Mom&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting really scared.&lt;br /&gt;These are my final moments,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so unprepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you could hold me Mom,&lt;br /&gt;As I lie here and die.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could say, "I love you, Mom!"&lt;br /&gt;So I love you and good-bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MADD IS HOPING TO GET 5,000 SIGNATURES ON THIS, THEN PASS IT ON TO PRESIDENT BUSH. PLEASE SIGN. When this petition has reached 5,000, please return it to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CONTACT INFORMATION for MADD REMOVED]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you receive this petition and do nothing but delete it, your selfishness knows no bounds. Signing is such a small effort to make. After you have read the poem, please add your name at the bottom. And never forget, DON'T EVER DRINK AND DRIVE, not even once, thinking that it won't matter. IT DEFINITELY WILL MATTER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to set it up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Copy the entire e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Paste it into a new e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. SIGN YOUR NAME AT THE BOTTOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Then send it to everyone you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE NAMES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, another shit ass, time wasting, bandwidth wasting fcked up faked petition. Yea, the poem does have meaning to it, but i sure bet more people will reading on your blogs than forwarding it to your friend. Come on lah, i know you're caring and all but use your brains. Who the fck politician or authority is gonna believe in email petitions? Firstly, the names can be faked. And which Government would spend days confirming each person's identity? Stop wasting your precious time. This shit is fake. Many shit is Fake. Last but not least, do you really have to HIGHLIGHT your name in the list?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who the hell is Yohana Ravelo? Evan Trembly? Penny Brown? Ashley Flores? Michael Hunt? Oh yeah, the missing childs. Pls foward their pictures, and if you find them, pls email the parents. OR contact them, with their ever changing phone numbers and addresses. They must be so happy while their child is gone, they can afford to buy lots of new houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard of Andrew John Thompson, Matthew Leveson, Madeleine McCann, Reachelle Marie Smith, Meagan Bazell, Eddie Gibson, or the little girl in the tsunami? Oh, no? Thier pictures not cuddly enough for your concern? Ok, go forward Penny Brown emails while Eddie Gibson might be working as a slave in Africa, without legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway.. Just go visit www.hoax-slayer.com, you might find uber cools stuffs there. Like striped icebergs or being a multi-millionaire in Zimbabwae with just RM1...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forward this whole article to at least 15 friends if you wanna have a happy relationship with someone you love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-504837171225909921?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/504837171225909921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=504837171225909921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/504837171225909921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/504837171225909921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2009/01/stupid-ass-shits-went-to-party-mom.html' title='Stupid Ass Shits... (Went To A Party Mom)'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-6799423311637169902</id><published>2009-01-12T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T21:55:56.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Name Is Copacabana</title><content type='html'>This blog entry is exspecially for a friend, Clara. Since she loves jazz, I have made a jazz song of my own. Well, not exactly. Its taken from Barry Manilow's Copacabana. But this is Bryan's My Name is Copacabana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan Yong - My Name Is Copacabana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name was Lola, I was a showgirl&lt;br /&gt;With yellow feathers in my hair and a dress cut down to there&lt;br /&gt;I would merengue and do the cha-cha&lt;br /&gt;And while I tried to be a star, Tony always tended bar&lt;br /&gt;Across a crowded floor, they worked from 8 till 4&lt;br /&gt;They were young and they had each other&lt;br /&gt;Who could ask for more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Copa (CO!), Copacabana (Copacabana)&lt;br /&gt;The hottest guy north of Havana (here)&lt;br /&gt;My name Copa (CO!), Copacabana&lt;br /&gt;Music and passion were always the fashion&lt;br /&gt;Coz I'm Copa....I fell in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Copa Copacabana)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name was Rico, I wore a diamond&lt;br /&gt;I was escorted to his chair, I saw Lola dancin' there&lt;br /&gt;And when I finished, I called myself over&lt;br /&gt;But I went a bit too far, Tony sailed across the bar&lt;br /&gt;And then the punches flew and chairs were smashed in two&lt;br /&gt;There was blood and a single gun shot&lt;br /&gt;But just who shot who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Copa (CO!), Copacabana (Copacabana)&lt;br /&gt;The hottest guy north of Havana (here)&lt;br /&gt;My name is Copa (CO!), Copacabana&lt;br /&gt;Music and passion were always the fashion&lt;br /&gt;Coz I'm Copa....I lost my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Copa. . Copacabana)&lt;br /&gt;(Copa Copacabana) (Copacabana, ahh ahh ahh ahh)&lt;br /&gt;(Ahh ahh ahh ahh Copa Copacabana)&lt;br /&gt;(Talking Havana have a banana)&lt;br /&gt;(Music and passion...always the fash--shun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Lola, I was a showgirl&lt;br /&gt;But that was 30 years ago, when I used to have a show&lt;br /&gt;Now it's a disco, but not for Lola&lt;br /&gt;Still in the dress I used to wear, faded feathers in my hair&lt;br /&gt;I sit there so refined, and drinks myself half-blind&lt;br /&gt;I lost my youth and I lost her Tony&lt;br /&gt;Now I've lost my mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Copa (CO!), Copacabana (Copacabana)&lt;br /&gt;The hottest guy north of Havana (here)&lt;br /&gt;My name is Copa (CO!), Copacabana&lt;br /&gt;Music and passion were always the fashion&lt;br /&gt;Coz I'm Copa....don't fall in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Copa) don't fall in love&lt;br /&gt;Copacabana&lt;br /&gt;Copacabana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;etc. to end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Clara loves it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-6799423311637169902?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/6799423311637169902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=6799423311637169902' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/6799423311637169902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/6799423311637169902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-name-is-copacabana.html' title='My Name Is Copacabana'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-2144391207084195040</id><published>2009-01-06T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T06:30:36.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free time..</title><content type='html'>Since i have lots of free time now, let me tell you guys wad i do during my free time. No, not everything but my favourite. Futsal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SWNeqJUkJwI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/LfMSquH3uqs/s1600-h/Photo-02052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SWNeqJUkJwI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/LfMSquH3uqs/s400/Photo-02052.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288174465612785410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left to Right : 1st, Sesi Petang (2005); 3rd, EC Open (2007); -medal- 1st, Tamil Society (2006); 3rd, Primary Six (2003); -medal- 1st, 50x4 (1996); 1st, Form 2 (2005); 3rd, LDDS Cup (2006).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started playing football wen i was 9. The first time i played, i made 3 handballs in a row when the goalkeeper passed the ball to be by throwing it but i ended up punching the ball. Everyone wasnt happy with me that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was 10, i was getting better at football. I learnt defending by kicking the legs of others when they had the ball and cursing them with bad words i knew that time. Of course, they let me go coz i was 10 that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2002 was an interesting year. I tried playng goalkeeper for the first time and the stulang guys always played at that small concrete space on the ground floor of the flat coz theybuilt a mosque on the football field. It was great, i was flying here and there, making spectecular but lousy saves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was made goalkeeper for the second team of the class in Primary Six. Got second pair of soccer boots, Adidas Predator. Made a penalty save during the Primary Six soccer tournament after UPSR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i'm an early bloomer and my mum bought me a new and current pair of soccer boots, Adidas Pulsado. Futsal was finally introduced in my life as i watched my first school tournament in EC. Played my first too, and it sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I'm 14. Honeymoon year!! Gurdave asked me to play goalkeeper for the first tournament of the year. I also bought my first pair of gloves! Crapp ass brand and it did not have grip at all. Suprisingly suprised myself on the day of the tournament. i dunno how i did it, but i wow-ed alot. Den, Sputnickers, the winners of that tournament took me as their new goalkeeper. Bought second pair of gloves. Same ciplak brand but had grip and protection. And my mum bought another pair of Umbro gloves which i lost it... Narrowly lost out on 3rd place in EC FC furtsal tourament but got my first trophies for 1st place finishings for Form 2 league and Sesi Petang League.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15, and Sputnickers changed their names to Tribut3. Got 3rd place for LDDS Cup and 1st place for Tamil Society Cup. The year ended wif PMR and wif Daniel Raj and Darren Lau so i gave them a glove each. The second gloves which i've won all my cups with. Mhmmm.. I gave them the gloves and never washed them, not since i won my first trophy. XD... And had to buy Nike gloves to replace the gloves i've given away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SWNkjjUNt1I/AAAAAAAAAIY/w8xxt1Dmk9U/s1600-h/Photo-02053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SWNkjjUNt1I/AAAAAAAAAIY/w8xxt1Dmk9U/s400/Photo-02053.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288180949401319250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Nike gloves. I stopped using them after getting my 2nd Umbro gloves. It was rotting inside my comp desk for 1 years. And now, the surface become damn hard edi. After taking this pic, i threw the gloves away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 was an awesome year for me. There was no more Tribut3 and i played the LDDS cup wif my own team, with no prevail but played wif a good team in EC Open and got 3rd place only. Everyone in the team was Indian and i was the only Chinese. That wasnt awesome. But winning the first place and conceding only 2 goals in the whole Johor Inter-church Futsal Tournament. After saving the last and winning penalty, i quickly took off my clothes and ran wif my teammates in celebration! Wooo hooo! Got my 3rd pair of soccer boots, Nike Total 90II. Lost it after bringing it to DYC Camp but forgot to take it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SWNoBhmeP1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/LZ8EiV-vaFI/s1600-h/Photo-02062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SWNoBhmeP1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/LZ8EiV-vaFI/s400/Photo-02062.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288184762871988050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new and current pair of Umbro gloves im using. My 2nd Umbro glove and the grip from Umbro gloves are exceptional including the protection they provide.. Bought it during outing wif Celice before she left for KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008, forgettable. Was asked to be goalkeeper for a From 3 team. But wen we were losing and i suggested them to let me play midfield to slow things down and give my team chances to score. They refused to listen and we conceded more. I just sat on the field and quit on the team. On the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, thats my history in futsal. Hmm.. maybe should try out for Malaysia? Johor? haha.. see first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-2144391207084195040?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/2144391207084195040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=2144391207084195040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/2144391207084195040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/2144391207084195040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2009/01/free-time.html' title='Free time..'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SWNeqJUkJwI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/LfMSquH3uqs/s72-c/Photo-02052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-9171545532444893239</id><published>2008-12-28T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T02:20:38.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm In Deep Faeces</title><content type='html'>Ok...&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to play guitar for the church today at 4pm. and now, its 5 20pm. I woke up late from my afternon slumber. I know i'm gonna get it from my mum wen she comes back. Maybe i'm still not used to it these past few days. Been missing church quite often and the last time i played guitar was a long long time ago. Before Zin Vi's wedding in November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i woke up just now, i keep thinking about the things i've done during this holiday. CHILL Camp, Christmas Play wif Sacred Heart, parties, parties and parties. DAMN! I left my monkey at Steve's house. Friday's on Friday was Sara's party. As usual, Jackson made me crash it. Had Jack Daniel's burger and chocolate chips milkshake. Sorry Sara! My present so last minute and so embarassing. XD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they took away my Friday's virginity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SVdQ05AxjaI/AAAAAAAAAHw/WyQXiqXtiIs/s1600-h/Photo-0209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SVdQ05AxjaI/AAAAAAAAAHw/WyQXiqXtiIs/s400/Photo-0209.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284781557330054562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara, still thinking wat song to sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SVdRPsYUlpI/AAAAAAAAAH4/qewugRUGE6E/s1600-h/Photo-0212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SVdRPsYUlpI/AAAAAAAAAH4/qewugRUGE6E/s400/Photo-0212.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284782017795626642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally! She is singing! (notice some workers showing the =.= face. She took a long time thinking wad song to sing.. XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SVdRs39JkZI/AAAAAAAAAIA/KnFAKhckPuA/s1600-h/Photo-0214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SVdRs39JkZI/AAAAAAAAAIA/KnFAKhckPuA/s400/Photo-0214.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284782519119090066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson, Yvonne and Sara...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Not forgetting Jackson, he left for NS today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SVdSHkfNLpI/AAAAAAAAAII/-ptdOyOaUyI/s1600-h/Photo-0206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SVdSHkfNLpI/AAAAAAAAAII/-ptdOyOaUyI/s400/Photo-0206.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284782977749692050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, not in a body bag. He did this after happily driving Clara's car as far as 10m. Hope he has fun there. And i cant believe he still forgot wat happened to him the other night at Steve's place. XD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless his soul and my soul... My mum coming back soon..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-9171545532444893239?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/9171545532444893239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=9171545532444893239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/9171545532444893239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/9171545532444893239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-in-deep-faeces.html' title='I&apos;m In Deep Faeces'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SVdQ05AxjaI/AAAAAAAAAHw/WyQXiqXtiIs/s72-c/Photo-0209.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-239237301546415843</id><published>2008-12-13T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T09:27:47.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHILL Camp!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I just came back from a 7 hour bus ride which started at Ipoh. Good bus. XD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;First Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Arrived at 5 something and Jenny from St.Peters picked me and Jef Fri up from the bus station.&lt;br /&gt;Den arrived at the camp site when free time was almost over. All the guys had to sleep in 2 dorms on the floor, but with matresses la.. XD. Got to know some people and started the night by dividing all the campers into groups. My group leader was Chelsea (YES! SOMEONE I KNOW THAT HAS THE SAME NAME AS MY FAV CLUB). I tot she was 15 or 14 so we picked her as group leader. And our group name was Sheeps &amp;amp; Lambs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Day Two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Had exercise in the morning. Den went to workshops and chose roles for small skits. Oh yeah, i went for drama btw... I chose to be Person 1 in the skit "Why Didn't You Tell Me?". Story of two friends who find themselves dead and one of them goes on to heaven and the other to hell. But the one going to hell finds out that the one going to heaven didnt tell her that he was a Christian. And she was disappointed.. We practiced so hard on that day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Day Three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was like any other day. Except that we had CHILL Hunt! We played several games for points. The groups had to compete against one another in the duration of camp. We won the duck walk and another stuff. Got second and third in other stuff. BECOZ WE DRAMA PEOPLE PRACTICED HARD, we got the day off.. Everyone was working their ass off ad we drama people either did sports or slept in our dorms. Some of us volunteered to help the mime, which only had 2 participants! lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Day Four&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today we had intensive practice for our drama. We practiced once, and got everything perfect next! AGAIN! Free time! and then full scale rehersals. It was fine.. A lot of people cried wen the two mime fellas did their thing. It was really touching. I didnt cry coz i watched them practice before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Day Five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Chapati Savaadi. The day. Jeremy put me in charge of practicing the mime before the concert and passed me the script for the mime. After practicing once, I followed Jeremy to get my phone in the facilitator's dorm. And wen i wanted to start the 2nd practice, i realised... i dont have the script anymore. The script which the narrator is gonna use too. o.O"... Spent the next 15 minutes sweating like mad finding it. AND i finally found it in the facilitator's dorm.. Came back and it was too late. Didnt have time to do one more practice for mime.. pfftt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ans so, it started and i missed the break dance. Haih. Damn. My drama was great tho.. Everything was done soon and it was time to negotiate sleeping time for the last nite. At the end, only got 12 am coz the warden have to lock the area at 12..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SUPhcSI9HWI/AAAAAAAAAFg/FRbccx3b5fY/s1600-h/Photo-0186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279311064230337890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SUPhcSI9HWI/AAAAAAAAAFg/FRbccx3b5fY/s400/Photo-0186.jpg" border="0" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel and my funny facilitator, Jeremy Joseph. (Joel is not naturally cock-eyed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SUPiKb7LqLI/AAAAAAAAAFo/P09qAI_EIlU/s1600-h/Photo-0187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279311857130907826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 401px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SUPiKb7LqLI/AAAAAAAAAFo/P09qAI_EIlU/s400/Photo-0187.jpg" border="0" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Jeremy. Go Sheeps &amp;amp; Lambs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SUPjI1zwo0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/VQm2TnhO2r4/s1600-h/Photo-0189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279312929230988098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SUPjI1zwo0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/VQm2TnhO2r4/s400/Photo-0189.jpg" border="0" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Suet Meng. 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Yes. I repeat. Chelsea of Chelsea FC. She short k... I had to bend my legs in this pic... Shes the Sheeps &amp;amp; Lambs Captain k!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SUPl4TVN85I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/VNflSx4tsS8/s1600-h/Photo-0193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279315943633056658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SUPl4TVN85I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/VNflSx4tsS8/s400/Photo-0193.jpg" border="0" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elucia YONG and me. Haha.. She looks like my neighbour. Who is 4 months pregnant wit her 2nd child... No insults k!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SUPnOs3BibI/AAAAAAAAAGY/MrTcdo9u7E4/s1600-h/Photo-0194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279317427954485682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SUPnOs3BibI/AAAAAAAAAGY/MrTcdo9u7E4/s400/Photo-0194.jpg" border="0" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacinta Agnes and Me. But i prefer to call her Jacinta Johnson coz it rhymes... o.O" Shes also Sheeps &amp;amp; Lambs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SUPpYG_NmdI/AAAAAAAAAGg/vyyvlpN9HCA/s1600-h/Photo-0197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279319788610230738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SUPpYG_NmdI/AAAAAAAAAGg/vyyvlpN9HCA/s400/Photo-0197.jpg" border="0" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel, Me and Jared. Joel and Jared are brothers btw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SUPqTeBSeEI/AAAAAAAAAGo/S8wbtPNIhAk/s1600-h/Photo-0198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279320808405235778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SUPqTeBSeEI/AAAAAAAAAGo/S8wbtPNIhAk/s400/Photo-0198.jpg" border="0" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Steffie. Shes the one who went to hell. &gt;.&lt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SUPraTSheDI/AAAAAAAAAG4/KCZcVQMIuvo/s1600-h/Photo-0199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279322025295444018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SUPraTSheDI/AAAAAAAAAG4/KCZcVQMIuvo/s400/Photo-0199.jpg" border="0" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrian and Me. He is such a joker la.. Cute fella. Conclusion? Gentle Giant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SUPr9oeLI7I/AAAAAAAAAHA/Ljkebgh4NBk/s1600-h/Photo-0200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279322632276878258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SUPr9oeLI7I/AAAAAAAAAHA/Ljkebgh4NBk/s400/Photo-0200.jpg" border="0" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan and Me with Adrian trying to get in the picture. He is the angle who took me to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SUPtE4ioeFI/AAAAAAAAAHI/HzYH7bv6CK4/s1600-h/Photo-0202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279323856361257042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SUPtE4ioeFI/AAAAAAAAAHI/HzYH7bv6CK4/s400/Photo-0202.jpg" border="0" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and O.o"... I forgot her name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SUPtztxhHcI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/0_umuhX2tV4/s1600-h/Photo-0203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279324660924751298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SUPtztxhHcI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/0_umuhX2tV4/s400/Photo-0203.jpg" border="0" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrence with curry puff after 12am, in the dorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Last Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I woke up late and quickly acked my stuff. Den went to Jenny's car who will send us to the bus station. On the way to the car, there were a few people waiting in front of the hall. Me and Jef Fri said our good byes and i had a group hug wit Chelsea and her friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was so sad in the bus. Missing everything and the last sessions as it was just only 9am and the camp finishes at 10 30am. I received an sms from Jacinta saying Sheeps &amp;amp; Lambs got 2nd place. Made me more sad and wats more saddening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SUPv-98hBSI/AAAAAAAAAHY/saYPAU0siYc/s1600-h/Photo-0204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279327053267666210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SUPv-98hBSI/AAAAAAAAAHY/saYPAU0siYc/s400/Photo-0204.jpg" border="0" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mineral Water branded CHILLer by the bus company... pfftt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all. Thanks for your time. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-239237301546415843?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/239237301546415843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=239237301546415843' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/239237301546415843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/239237301546415843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2008/12/chill-camp.html' title='CHILL Camp!!!'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SUPhcSI9HWI/AAAAAAAAAFg/FRbccx3b5fY/s72-c/Photo-0186.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-1184370254212703465</id><published>2008-12-03T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T10:00:58.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wise Teachings Of The Three Wise Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;There are three wise men,&lt;br /&gt;Who were born men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are Bryan, Jackson, Jourdan,&lt;br /&gt;Whose names end with an "N".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering why this badly rhymes,&lt;br /&gt;It is because im not talented and do not have time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Teachings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Those who sleep early, wake up early"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Education is like food. Wat you eat determines wat you shit.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, life is like shit. Wat you eat, you shit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The smart is smarter than the dumb."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Think you've known everything about pigs?&lt;br /&gt;You don't know Jackson."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Those who sleep late, wake up late"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Having a lot of problems with your computer?&lt;br /&gt;You sure you bought a computer?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A bad driver is like an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;Always holding up shit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Time is never wasted,&lt;br /&gt;when you are wasted all the time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A bad day at the cyber cafe,&lt;br /&gt;is better than a good day at school."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now. Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-1184370254212703465?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/1184370254212703465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=1184370254212703465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/1184370254212703465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/1184370254212703465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2008/12/wise-teachings-of-three-wise-men.html' title='Wise Teachings Of The Three Wise Men'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-5903808006124131155</id><published>2008-11-20T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T00:06:25.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fui yoohh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dallas Cowboys blog: Further evidence that Tony Romo really is a swell fella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;By TIM MacMAHON / The Dallas Morning News&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:tmacmahon@dallasnews.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;tmacmahon@dallasnews.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A homeless man who goes by Doc was cashing in change at a Cinemark theater in Dallas when a guy walked up and offered to pay his way into the movie. Doc, who planned to spend his day passing out flyers for a few bucks, accepted a rain check before realizing that he recognized the generous gentleman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Was that Tony Romo?" Doc asked the kid behind the counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It sure was. Doc hustled across the street to the consignment store that paid him to occasionally pass out flyers and requested the day off. By the time he got back to the theater, "Role Model" had already started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romo, who confirmed the story but didn't want to elaborate, waved Doc over to sit by him and his buddy. Doc sheepishly mentioned that he hadn't showered in a few days.&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry about that," Romo said. "I'm used to locker rooms."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the $67 million quarterback and a man who doesn't have $6.70 to his name sat next to each other and shared laughs for 90 minutes or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Romo, who made news by changing a couple's tire on the side of the road on the way home the night of the season opener, it was just another kind gesture to a random stranger. It meant the world to Doc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For me, it was a blessing," Doc said. "It came at just the right time. It gave me some encouragement and faith in mankind. I just wanted to say thank you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-5903808006124131155?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/5903808006124131155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=5903808006124131155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/5903808006124131155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/5903808006124131155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2008/11/fui-yoohh.html' title='Fui yoohh...'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-2281330299418731766</id><published>2008-11-19T03:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T03:35:08.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jourdan's Band</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Featuring Jourdan's Band's First's Album's release:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MOKGOBJA&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1. Enter Tuckman&lt;br /&gt;2. Move Your Balls, Shake Your @#$%!&lt;br /&gt;3. Run To The Well&lt;br /&gt;4. Ruler, Rubber, Shaker&lt;br /&gt;5. Master the Puppets&lt;br /&gt;6. Hotel Malaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Get your album now! Johor Bahru-wide! And stand a chance to win an outing to City Square with Jourdan's Band! All expenses paid by our sponsors:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapok Guitars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SSP43tYh2vI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/VDwLWLIofHU/s1600-h/Guitar_Kapok.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270329624912583410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SSP43tYh2vI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/VDwLWLIofHU/s400/Guitar_Kapok.jpg" border="0" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Guitar Kapok can make in to musical instrument-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jin Bao Drums&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SSP5q-kO9cI/AAAAAAAAAFY/iTZbN5A-h2k/s1600-h/jin+bao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270330505698407874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SSP5q-kO9cI/AAAAAAAAAFY/iTZbN5A-h2k/s400/jin+bao.jpg" border="0" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cat skin have never sounded this good!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-2281330299418731766?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/2281330299418731766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=2281330299418731766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/2281330299418731766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/2281330299418731766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2008/11/jourdans-band.html' title='Jourdan&apos;s Band'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SSP43tYh2vI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/VDwLWLIofHU/s72-c/Guitar_Kapok.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-7627917896260556097</id><published>2008-10-31T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T20:05:58.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SPM!!!</title><content type='html'>ARGH.. SPM damn near edi.. Thursday had Physics but didnt really study in class. Coz teacher gave us a stack of trial papers from other states to complete during the holidays. But i forgot to bring the papers and since he is a ganas teacher, I took out two old trial papers that he gave. One for me, and one for Jourdan, Jackson was doing some Physics work with Saravanan at the back that teacher gave to him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den i felt sleepy... And i slept awhile wit my head bent, facing the paper just in front of me on the table. When i woke up, the teacher was scolding Jourdan. And then, he pointed at me saying, "And you! I don't know what you doing, look at the paper and do nothing only!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics was coming to an end and he wanted to collect everyone's marks for the paper. Everyone was saying 26, 28, 25.. etc.&lt;br /&gt;And it was my turn! But i didnt have the paper wit me so i pretended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : Bryan Yong!&lt;br /&gt;Me : Erm.. 31..&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : Hah? 21?!&lt;br /&gt;Me : No. 31...&lt;br /&gt;(teacher stares at me)&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : Bryan Yong, i dont know how you get the 31.. When the full mark is 28!&lt;br /&gt;(thinks awhile)&lt;br /&gt;Me : Oh, oh.. i thought multiply by two.. 15.5, so 16 la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-7627917896260556097?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/7627917896260556097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=7627917896260556097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/7627917896260556097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/7627917896260556097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2008/10/spm.html' title='SPM!!!'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-3545300523855393033</id><published>2008-10-18T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T08:29:10.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Battlefield 2</title><content type='html'>Famous Quotes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I eat American, I smell American and I respawn American", U.S Marine soldier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry chief", U.S Marine in court marshall after killing one of his team mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How I wish I was as goos as those medics in Battlefield 2", doctor who failed to save his patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.&lt;br /&gt;Jackson forgot to take back his Walkman after drama practice today. so, i decided to listen to a few songs. The first three was ok. And then came These Hours Of Despair, one of his WWWHHHOOOOOAAAAA!!!!! songs... I think i got the meaning of the lyrics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We burn this snow,&lt;br /&gt;Custard blackened tarts,&lt;br /&gt;If i learned the full song,&lt;br /&gt;'Below Day Light',&lt;br /&gt;Your raisins,&lt;br /&gt;Your wonderful me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHRROOOAAA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sha kha wo kan ni men!!!&lt;br /&gt;Lying your light sha kanff!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I considered,&lt;br /&gt;This thing to touch your lam-pah,&lt;br /&gt;And snore inside your soft jaw,&lt;br /&gt;The boy you crossed just now hurts,&lt;br /&gt;Paid for hundreds,&lt;br /&gt;Called me day after day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White messiah,&lt;br /&gt;Crying dwarf by the fire, cryyyyyy,&lt;br /&gt;Life for life gorillaaaa,&lt;br /&gt;Caught firey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I cried blood, wolf, Kraft.&lt;br /&gt;WHHRROOAAA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;KISSSSSS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;FARTS!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These hours of despair,&lt;br /&gt;Rich in gnolls....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KK.. my sis wan use edi.. i shall continue the song some other time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-3545300523855393033?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/3545300523855393033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=3545300523855393033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/3545300523855393033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/3545300523855393033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2008/10/battlefield-2.html' title='Battlefield 2'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-2175727653890778073</id><published>2008-10-12T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T02:55:42.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY 16th BIRTHDAY CELINE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you like wat i gave you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture of us after paintball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256200920087191938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SPHG42Xg4YI/AAAAAAAAAEo/PeY1OrhUZ0k/s400/Photo-0171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, after raya holidays, it was back to school for us... On Friday, we reviewed the English test paper..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that had BM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-aa9b0b2667f16082" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daa9b0b2667f16082%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330119742%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2A64E8998E3ABB6008284D785DEB87FD9CE23F06.60532641075E3CFA41574ECA7A5339CD87AC2075%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daa9b0b2667f16082%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDlPaGWHNc0MiszA18NCWfkqa5os&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daa9b0b2667f16082%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330119742%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2A64E8998E3ABB6008284D785DEB87FD9CE23F06.60532641075E3CFA41574ECA7A5339CD87AC2075%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daa9b0b2667f16082%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDlPaGWHNc0MiszA18NCWfkqa5os&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after rehat, Physics.. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256202968537761058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SPHIwFcMBSI/AAAAAAAAAEw/8JXJDSK0w5Y/s400/Photo-0176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And more Physics... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256203234600585554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SPHI_kmgiVI/AAAAAAAAAE4/hmlq8tQUEyQ/s400/Photo-0177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, we watched The Grudge 5. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256203556097999106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SPHJSSRdwQI/AAAAAAAAAFA/wGggEzf5sDc/s400/Photo-0082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everything, its tution again with Hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-2175727653890778073?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=aa9b0b2667f16082&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/2175727653890778073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=2175727653890778073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/2175727653890778073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/2175727653890778073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-16th-birthday-celine.html' title='HAPPY 16th BIRTHDAY CELINE!'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SPHG42Xg4YI/AAAAAAAAAEo/PeY1OrhUZ0k/s72-c/Photo-0171.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-4604615736497314135</id><published>2008-09-28T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T10:31:07.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOOT!!!</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday had paintball with Melvin Soh's friends, together with Jackson, Jourdan and Vinesh. Played a few rounds and there was this guy which we called the terrorist coz he is from Uzbekistan and he didnt get shot at all during the first few rounds. Will upload the pics next time.. Oh wait, didnt i mention the incident where i got shot at the balls? Wait. The Ball? The right one. Once again, i got shot and i lifted my hand up. But this two unknown fellas shot 2 times, one of the bullets, i can see flying towards me and the other one, going somewhere else, somewhere dangrously low... As i stood there in agony, all Jackson could do was watch and ask, "YONG! WAT HAPPENED!?!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jourdan was the captain for a few rounds. FUI YOOH! Nope. Not so heroic.. We were playing 'Kill The Captain'. I planned to cover Jourdan and Jackson from the back while they advance, since the captain cant stay in one spot too long. So, Jackson would go frist. Den Jourdan would take his place, vice versa. Den as Jourdan took Jackson's position, that Jackass Jackson patah balik. 2 fellas hiding behind a palm tree under heavy fire and shouting at each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jourdan: What you doing!?!?&lt;br /&gt;Jackson: AAAAAAAA!!! (trying to find cover behind jourdan)&lt;br /&gt;Jourdan: Fck you la! you go first!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, after paintball went to Jackson's house wif Jourdan and treated us for dinner somewhere near my house. As i was finishing my drink, Jackson or Jourdan gave me a nudge. OHH! Nat's family was there!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back home and den,&lt;br /&gt;BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG-KAHPLINKK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound of an M1 Garand, Jackson's fav weapon. Played Call of Duty 2 till i got bored and uninstalled it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-4604615736497314135?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/4604615736497314135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=4604615736497314135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/4604615736497314135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/4604615736497314135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2008/09/shoot.html' title='SHOOT!!!'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-9064676451029587486</id><published>2008-09-17T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T07:03:36.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally i transferred all my pics in the phone memory to the memory card..&lt;br /&gt;I love my home.. The view is fantastic.. Exspecially the pieces of meat that lives in the house..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246985858585418994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SNEJ1rJ7XPI/AAAAAAAAACw/51ahZtntrfQ/s400/Photo-0064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My Mum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246986181769012578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SNEKIfG5pWI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Ywik40sW5HU/s400/Photo-0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sister....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246986537764047650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SNEKdNSuyyI/AAAAAAAAADA/M-gv-CelLv8/s400/Photonmgr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And sometimes, Aunty Jessica..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i almost forgot bout Jackson's party. AKA porky, saggy boobs, The Furious Zipper..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246987348303635170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SNELMYybYuI/AAAAAAAAADI/PR_qSxFtfqk/s400/Photo-0155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;SPM around the corner. They do this in Sweden..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246987679895531122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SNELfsEGLnI/AAAAAAAAADQ/KEaSOiI1kXE/s400/Photo-0156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Thai food during the party wasn't enough for some...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 September 2008. The best school day of my life. Cabut-ing school isnt a big deal among my friends. But that day was extremely fun. First, one whole group of chinese fellas including me tried to walk out through the front gate. We were so close till the dicipline teacher appeared out of nowhere. We ran like chickens and took the jungle way. I followed Gurdave, the expert who let the other guys go frist stating his wise words "Let them go, we will see wat happens from afar. Like in chess, let the pawns go first." He was rite, we suddenly saw a huge group of Chinese fellas running up the hill to SETA (where we exit from the jungle). We rethinked our plans and settled at MAWAR for awhile. I wanted to get out of there fast. Gurdave and Brendan went off first, planning to walk all the way to the hospital to catch a bus. I had to follow Jackson and the physically unfit people who wanted to catch their breaths a little longer.. DUM DUM DUM. A security guard came to us and asked for our names, we wrote on the paper a list of names that could only be found in Mongolia.. But, he let us go and we took a cab to Subhash's house, soon i return home VIA Jackson's mum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trials are now! BUSY BUSY BUSY...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-9064676451029587486?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/9064676451029587486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=9064676451029587486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/9064676451029587486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/9064676451029587486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2008/09/update.html' title='UPDATE!!!'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SNEJ1rJ7XPI/AAAAAAAAACw/51ahZtntrfQ/s72-c/Photo-0064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-74639857881546843</id><published>2008-08-27T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T09:38:55.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Puppet Man (master of puppets translation)</title><content type='html'>I wanted the lyrics of this song.. but i was lazy. So, i just listened to it and wrote down wat i heard..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Pass-Leh-Vey,&lt;br /&gt;Crumbling away,&lt;br /&gt;I know a solider's dad's construction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painted up with pear,&lt;br /&gt;Sucking Jaka's spear,&lt;br /&gt;Kneeling on your dad's construction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taste me you will see,&lt;br /&gt;Maurice is all you need,&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to bawang killing you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comforting faster,&lt;br /&gt;Obey your master,&lt;br /&gt;Your life burns faster,&lt;br /&gt;Obey your master! Master!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master of pupetta pulling your strings,&lt;br /&gt;Twisting your mind as fast as you drink,&lt;br /&gt;Daniel, I mean, you can't see a thing,&lt;br /&gt;Just call my name coz I will scream!&lt;br /&gt;Master, master!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you walk away?!&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind you betray!&lt;br /&gt;Lai Fok's death becoming clearer,&lt;br /&gt;Playing monopoly,&lt;br /&gt;Rico's misery,&lt;br /&gt;Time your breakfast at a mirror....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lai Fok = dunno who he is.. most probably asian, eastern...&lt;br /&gt;I got tired of listening to the song..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-74639857881546843?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/74639857881546843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=74639857881546843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/74639857881546843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/74639857881546843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2008/08/puppet-man-master-of-puppets.html' title='The Puppet Man (master of puppets translation)'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-1910998866198261300</id><published>2008-08-23T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T23:18:19.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A moustache, a gym, and a taxi driver..</title><content type='html'>I thought my condo gym was the crappiest gym on the whole wide world. Till i thought about it. The rules of the gym. The equipment. And it makes sense. Compared to other gyms, this one is made for personal use. Which brings its standards up from crappiest gym on the whole wide world to enough to make me wana stay there for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday i watched a movie with Her. Since i havent shaved my moustache in a long long time, i was walking to the cinema and received a lot of advertisements. Advertisements for life insurance, work insurance, business loans.. etc etc. And Her sister kept pestering me to shave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, my moustache took a toll on my looks as i took a cab back home. Seeing that a taxi refused to take a group of guys, i quickly entered the taxi which offered me a good price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taximan: Hai yo. Itu budak-budak, saya sudah beri mereka murah kerana mereka pelajar. Tapi tak mahu.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ohh...&lt;br /&gt;Taximan: So, kau baru balik kerja ah?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Erm.. tak lah..&lt;br /&gt;Taximan: Ohh.. Jalan-jalan ya..&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yea..&lt;br /&gt;Taximan: Habis, you kerja kat mana?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Erm.. Saya masih belajar..&lt;br /&gt;Taximan:  Belajar kat universiti ke college mana?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Saya masih Form 5, bang...&lt;br /&gt;Taximan: FORM 5!?!?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day i will shave, but not now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-1910998866198261300?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/1910998866198261300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=1910998866198261300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/1910998866198261300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/1910998866198261300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2008/08/moustache-gym-and-taxi-driver.html' title='A moustache, a gym, and a taxi driver..'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-2387844663734821672</id><published>2008-08-15T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T07:36:37.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hotel Malaya</title><content type='html'>This is one of the few songs i've been changing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotel Malaya (hotel california)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(verse 1)&lt;br /&gt;On a dark North-South Highway,&lt;br /&gt;Break wind at my face,&lt;br /&gt;Warm smell of nitrogen,&lt;br /&gt;Rising up through the air,&lt;br /&gt;Up ahead at a distance,&lt;br /&gt;I saw a perhentian,&lt;br /&gt;My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim,&lt;br /&gt;I had to stop for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There he stood in the doorway,&lt;br /&gt;I heard the ice-cream bell,&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking to myself this could be KL or this could be Klang,&lt;br /&gt;Then he switched on the flashlight,&lt;br /&gt;And he show me the way,&lt;br /&gt;There were workers down the corridor,&lt;br /&gt;I thought i heard them say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the Hotel Malaya!&lt;br /&gt;Such a lovely place,&lt;br /&gt;Such a lovely face,&lt;br /&gt;Plenty of room at the Hotel Malaya,&lt;br /&gt;Any time or year,&lt;br /&gt;You can find it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(verse 2)&lt;br /&gt;My mind is tiffany twisted,&lt;br /&gt;I got a Mercerdes Benz,&lt;br /&gt;I got a lot of pretty pretty boys,&lt;br /&gt;That i call friends,&lt;br /&gt;I shall dance at the disco,&lt;br /&gt;Cold but still i sweat,&lt;br /&gt;Some dance to remember,&lt;br /&gt;Some dance to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i called up the Captain,&lt;br /&gt;Please bring me your wife,&lt;br /&gt;He said "We haven't had that slut here since 1969"&lt;br /&gt;But still those vioces are calling from far away,&lt;br /&gt;Wake you up in the middle of the night,&lt;br /&gt;Just to hear them say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People on the ceiling,&lt;br /&gt;Cheap champange on ice,&lt;br /&gt;And he said "We are all just prisoners her of our own demise"&lt;br /&gt;Then in the Master's Chamber,&lt;br /&gt;I stabbed it with my steely knife but i just cant feel the beef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing i remember,&lt;br /&gt;I was running from the door,&lt;br /&gt;I had to find my handphone at the place i slept before,&lt;br /&gt;"Hello" said the madman,&lt;br /&gt;"Ah Chai took your phone",&lt;br /&gt;You can check out anytime you like,&lt;br /&gt;But you can also leave....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-2387844663734821672?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/2387844663734821672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=2387844663734821672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/2387844663734821672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/2387844663734821672'/><link 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Late. I tot i saw only a few students talking at the gate. To my dismay, as i entered the school compound, a teacher called me over with my phone in my pocket. I saw a window of opportunity to drop my phone into my inside shirt. But my balls were shivering and that opportunity disappeared.. So, he just took a touch of my pocket and he had my phone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, my mum came and tried to retrieve the phone coz i brought it so that Charlotte could contact me for the day's church band practice.. Rules are rules! Can only collect my phone on Friday without my mum since she came to school already to see the teacher..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY!&lt;br /&gt;As i was going to enter my class at 6 50 am, one of my schoolmates was waiting in front of my class and telling me not to go, claiming my class was snowing. To my dismay as i looked into the class, the class was covered in white powder, apparently sprayed from 3 empty fire extinguishers around the block. Vandelism obviously by form 2 students. Had to clean up the class on our own. But the good news is, teacher belanja us drinks and we didnt have to study for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY NIGHT,&lt;br /&gt;followed mum to the first Johor Overseas Filifino Association's 1st anniversary dinner. She was there and so was her sis and grandparents.. Couldnt say a word to Her in person so used only hand gestures and eye contact...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-8415672749507215942?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/8415672749507215942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=8415672749507215942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/8415672749507215942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/8415672749507215942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2008/08/rampas.html' title='RAMPAS'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-2645371508631965297</id><published>2008-08-03T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T05:27:01.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Julian Seow Kueh Teow United</title><content type='html'>Yesterday had Interhouse basketball tournament.. My team consisted of Subhash, Jourdan, Jeffrey, Parthiban, Chen and me! Now if youre wondering why we named our team Julian Seow, its becoz he paid 5 buck, but didnt get to play. Well, at least he said it was worth the money during Subhash's bday party....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea.. We lost. But we lost with pride! 4 out of my team's 6 players dont play basketball! I gave them a 30 minute crash course each.. I told them to come at 7 but i myself came at 7 30.. =.=". Oh yeah.. I was CAPTAIN!!! I told them i was coming at 6 30.. &gt;.&lt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First game my team was leading for 1 minute after i scored the first point through a lay up (everyone had a shock!).. Den, we lost 13-20.  I scored 7 points, Parthiban wif 4 and Jourdan wif 2... Den Clara showed me a video of me scoring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can hear in the background of the video...&lt;br /&gt;"OMG!!! Bryan scored!?!?!?"&lt;br /&gt;"------ that team sucks lah..."&lt;br /&gt;ahem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den subhash party was fun. Knew him since we were 10. Then at the end of the party, everyone kumpul at the gate for no reason and i took pictures of cars also.. As if they were mine.. And everyone was so thirsty for a drink, we quickly ran to the house again only to see his sis drinking a bottle of Ice Cream soda... so, we had to settle for plain water..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-2645371508631965297?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/2645371508631965297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=2645371508631965297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/2645371508631965297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/2645371508631965297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2008/08/julian-seow-kueh-teow-united.html' title='Julian Seow Kueh Teow United'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-365789364291128340</id><published>2008-08-01T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T08:58:01.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeap... its off..</title><content type='html'>Michael Learns To Rock - Complicated Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know what to say now&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know where to start&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how to handle&lt;br /&gt;A complicated heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me you are leaving&lt;br /&gt;But I just have to say&lt;br /&gt;Before you throw it all away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Even if you want to go alone&lt;br /&gt;I will be waiting when you’re coming home&lt;br /&gt;If you need someone to ease the pain&lt;br /&gt;You can lean on me, my love will still remain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know what you’re thinking&lt;br /&gt;To me it seems quite tough&lt;br /&gt;To hold a conversation&lt;br /&gt;When words are not enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is your decision&lt;br /&gt;And there’s nothing I can do&lt;br /&gt;I can only say to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Even if you want to go alone&lt;br /&gt;I will be waiting when you’re coming home&lt;br /&gt;If you need someone to ease the pain&lt;br /&gt;You can lean on me, my love will still remain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-365789364291128340?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/365789364291128340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=365789364291128340' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/365789364291128340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/365789364291128340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2008/08/yeap-its-off.html' title='Yeap... its off..'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-2727784721222728088</id><published>2008-07-29T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T01:27:10.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TUCK IT IN!!!</title><content type='html'>Wan watch me perform during my awesome I.U day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zxkjaseFusk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zxkjaseFusk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jourdan's Band - Enter Tuckman (Tuck It In!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29/7/08...&lt;br /&gt;A day to remember...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-2727784721222728088?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/2727784721222728088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=2727784721222728088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/2727784721222728088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/2727784721222728088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2008/07/tuck-it-in.html' title='TUCK IT IN!!!'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-8382186679382095207</id><published>2008-07-24T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T09:23:46.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysia</title><content type='html'>You're on a date with your bf/gf. Both of you are at City Square and both of you decide to share a banana split at Baskin Robbins (The B.R Cafe to my mum, i'll explain later). Both of you are having fun and you just decided to give him/her a kiss on the cheek. But then, you think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna get alot of attention from the passer by's. The uncles, the aunties. They're gonna go, "Ai Yoh!! So young already like this.. This generation har..". To think about it, whenever our uncles and aunties take us a ride around town, they'd tell us stories of how and where they go dating when they're teenagers. Yea la. They can we cannot lah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And other teenagers like groups of ah bengs and other guys. They'd either stare at you or make noises. Have you people never seen couple havinmg a good time together? For once, you should try giving your girlfriends a hug, or a kiss. OR, you've only been kissing the middle part of your partners. And some of you should stop treating your gf's like trophies. Just because they're pretty or hot, doesnt mean you HAVE to make her your gf...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And about B.R Cafe? Today at CS, my mum asked to meet her at the car park if i wanted to follow her back home. I was waiting at Auntie Anne's till my mum called, obviously sounding very angry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BOY! I call you so many times edi. Where r u!?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm at Auntie Anne's, going to the carpark edi"&lt;br /&gt;"Where is that?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;"Wait, where r u?"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm at the B.R Cafe.. downstairs.."&lt;br /&gt;"Hah? What B.R Cafe?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ai yah.. The one near Bata.."&lt;br /&gt;"=.="... You mean Baskin Robbins.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-8382186679382095207?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/8382186679382095207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=8382186679382095207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/8382186679382095207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/8382186679382095207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2008/07/malaysia.html' title='Malaysia'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-8732016160721197744</id><published>2008-07-16T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T08:12:32.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For my friend, Jeremy...</title><content type='html'>I really worry for Jeremy's dogs...&lt;br /&gt;I was browsing through wikipedia..&lt;br /&gt;And i came upon this disease...&lt;br /&gt;Which made Jeremy come to my mind..&lt;br /&gt;And his dogs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other illness that may occur are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Panosteitis" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Panosteitis"&gt;Panosteitis&lt;/a&gt;-(definition from AKC encyclopedia) Excessive formation of bone growth or different maturity around some joints on young dogs resulting in intermittent lameness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pls pray..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-8732016160721197744?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/8732016160721197744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=8732016160721197744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/8732016160721197744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/8732016160721197744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2008/07/for-my-friend-jeremy.html' title='For my friend, Jeremy...'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-5373647743154469919</id><published>2008-07-13T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T02:37:40.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you know?</title><content type='html'>If you ask me whether everything is fine..&lt;br /&gt;The answer is God-damned NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt like loving someone who is in the rush to get rid of you?&lt;br /&gt;Cant really blame Her..&lt;br /&gt;There is always this 3rd person..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-5373647743154469919?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/5373647743154469919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=5373647743154469919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/5373647743154469919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/5373647743154469919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2008/07/do-you-know.html' title='Do you know?'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-6172384773420661643</id><published>2008-07-11T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T23:28:25.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PSP!!!</title><content type='html'>WAHAHAHA! just borrowed jackspn's PSP last week and i'm still having fun wit it. Although some claim they get bored over it fast. But hey! Games at 5 bucks a piece and great portability, you can bring it anywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to those who are reading my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EC I.U cum Installation on 27th of July 2008.&lt;br /&gt;Ticket price is RM18.&lt;br /&gt;Fear not.&lt;br /&gt;Good food and fully air-conditioned.&lt;br /&gt;Has a lot of space to move around.&lt;br /&gt;BUY TICKET FROM ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I forgot.. Its at 12 30 pm, MAWAR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-6172384773420661643?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/6172384773420661643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=6172384773420661643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/6172384773420661643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/6172384773420661643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2008/07/psp.html' title='PSP!!!'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-6262238084595515837</id><published>2008-07-05T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T02:14:22.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheerleader!!</title><content type='html'>Erm.. Frist of all. I'm not a cheerleader.. But She is!&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. Today had kinda like a preview at dataran...&lt;br /&gt;But as soon as the cheerleaders started, everyone rushed to the field...&lt;br /&gt;Blocking me and gurdave's view..&lt;br /&gt;But still my so-called breakfast for Her was not a waste...&lt;br /&gt;Managed to pass it to her before it was too late...&lt;br /&gt;Hope she liked it tho. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh.. the thought of it just kills me.&lt;br /&gt;Does the cheerleading thing starts at 11 or 12??!!&lt;br /&gt;I have to play for church worship team..&lt;br /&gt;I'm really afraid of disappointing Her by missing Her routine..&lt;br /&gt;But if gets really late for me, i would have to leave church early..&lt;br /&gt;Missing the last song, although i still dont know how to play those killer chords..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, please forgive me if i do so..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-6262238084595515837?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/6262238084595515837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=6262238084595515837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/6262238084595515837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/6262238084595515837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2008/07/cheerleader.html' title='Cheerleader!!'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-2510336191801789267</id><published>2008-06-28T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T15:30:18.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FOA</title><content type='html'>Its the 29th of June, 5 44 am.. Cant seem to sleep after what happened today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that i'm all excited about FOA..&lt;br /&gt;It was ok. Ahh! My co-emcee make me wanna scratch my head till it bleeds!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry for Her. Couldn't spend much time with her coz i was busy.&lt;br /&gt;But i did try my best to make time for us.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i know she was unhappy.. But wat she did later really..&lt;br /&gt;Haiz..&lt;br /&gt;Cant really say.. Mixed feelings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, she liked Alton a lot before me..&lt;br /&gt;But the way She talked, he talked..&lt;br /&gt;In front of me..&lt;br /&gt;And ignore me for 15 minutes..&lt;br /&gt;And then walk together past in front of me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. I've got Your message. You were unhappy..&lt;br /&gt;But pls.. It hurts me k..&lt;br /&gt;To see another man, so proud, so much ego on his face..&lt;br /&gt;He even asked if You have a bf..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time we went out?&lt;br /&gt;5th of April i guess..&lt;br /&gt;I know You cant go out often..&lt;br /&gt;So, i am patiently waiting for the chance to go out with You..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when You did, You spent the time with your friends..&lt;br /&gt;I dont mind about You going out wif them..&lt;br /&gt;Thats what friends do, hang out.. have fun..&lt;br /&gt;But you never had time for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything for you..&lt;br /&gt;Spend time with you..&lt;br /&gt;Stay up late every night..&lt;br /&gt;I dont want anything back..&lt;br /&gt;Just your love, k..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not that i dont trust You..&lt;br /&gt;Pls, just make me feel like we have each other's trust..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-2510336191801789267?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/2510336191801789267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=2510336191801789267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/2510336191801789267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/2510336191801789267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2008/06/foa.html' title='FOA'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-4875610095889621138</id><published>2008-06-22T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T00:46:05.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart Of A Champion?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was invited to play with Jordan's team in a futsal competition as a goalkeeper. First game was easy, won 5-0. This time, our team started to get over-confident. A sign of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;INEXPERIENCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Second game, we were up against a younger team, and better. We had no midfield, so after conceding 3 goals, i demanded that i play midfield to try and slow things down agianst a speedy opponent. Yes, we can score, but the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OVER-CONFIDENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; captain, Jeremy told me we can get back into the game. We had no pace, control and whatsoever. Every goal i conceded was a 3 0n 1 situation. As i sat there on the floor, i watch the ball roll past me slowly as my team watch in horror. I did not react. So what if i did? Probably the other 2 strikers will pounce on the ball that i save. After that game, they scolded me and replaced me with another Chinese gaolkeeper. As if he is as good as me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the glory days when Sputnikers used to strike &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FEAR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;into the opposition. We could win games at 8-0, 11-0.. Concede only 1 goal in a single tournament. We could beat the school team at futsal. Only me, Jeremy and Sharan are whats left of the remaining squad. Unable to form a new team, Sharan separated to join his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Malays in school used to respect the non-malays in futsal. Today, the best the non-Malays could do is qualify for knockout stages..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, interchurch futsal competition is coming soon i guess. Must defend the title.. XD Bought new golves coz the old ones had the only thin layer of latex come off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S- call me!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-4875610095889621138?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/4875610095889621138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=4875610095889621138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/4875610095889621138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/4875610095889621138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2008/06/heart-of-champion.html' title='Heart Of A Champion?'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-3211355486921789710</id><published>2008-06-14T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T02:00:36.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>Every Friday, i am IGNORED by Her...&lt;br /&gt;Everytime we miss each other, we CAN'T GO OUT together...&lt;br /&gt;Ya la.. She go out with other people can lah..&lt;br /&gt;Have Fun..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-3211355486921789710?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/3211355486921789710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=3211355486921789710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/3211355486921789710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/3211355486921789710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2008/06/friday.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-8602617067301071639</id><published>2008-06-05T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T09:03:24.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tai Lo Credit Snd Bhd..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SEgKhfyAdpI/AAAAAAAAACg/U_NoSxFY1tM/s1600-h/Tai+Lo+Credit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208424539637184146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SEgKhfyAdpI/AAAAAAAAACg/U_NoSxFY1tM/s400/Tai+Lo+Credit.jpg" border="0" /&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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(numbers changed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. Exactly one week ago, went to church camp.. At Kuantan, Pahang. Coldn't sleep on the way coz the road was uber bumpy. Uncle Nicholas was the one in charge of the trip in the bus A.K.A Captain Nicholas. I was Captain Ah Loong coz i was busy promoting..&lt;br /&gt;Tai Lo Credit, motto "Kita bukan Ah Long, kita mahu bantu sahaja.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den, on the first night i had asthma, couldnt breathe coz it was too cold and dry in the hotel. Waited for my room mate till 1 30a.m coz he was one of the few that couldnt get a holiday on work that day. Next morning went to a doctor and everything cost RM125!!! The consultation itself was RM48!!! If i could remember, his name is Dato' Dr. Ooi Hooi Yong. Yeap.. easy to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday went back. Worship is the best la.. Finally got a strap for my guitar after one year without one and boy, it is very useful. Jumped and moved around during worship. Theres one song where we kept repeating it coz it was simple and had a funky beat till i got off the stage and ran in front of the guest speaker and his team while playing.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh.. Now feeling sho sleepy. Must be the medicine.. Waa. The drugs are powerful wei. One of them is Clenbuterol. A banned substance in sports. Mainly used for people with asthma but also athletes coz it increases lung capacity, metabolism rate, lower glucose level and supports a higher muscle to fat crap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now wan sleep edi..&lt;br /&gt;Miss YOU sho much.. Cant wait to see YOU tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU more than you think you love me more.. &gt;.&lt;.. bleh.. Embarassing moment! It was December 31st 1997, Eden Garden, Johor during the new year celebration. The mayor of Johor Bahru invited someone to sing the farewell song.. (tell me if you know..) it goes, "should all ????? be forgot and sumthin sumthin sumthin.. Noone answered so i raised my hand up. I was only 6 years old but i knew the song really well coz it was my last year of kindergarden and teacher thought us the song.. Waa. My parents was like O.o"... Then the mayor called me up, i wan i pajamas, infront of 1000 people.. and sang the song after the countdown.. LOL. He gave me a big stuffed toy in reward... XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-8602617067301071639?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/8602617067301071639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=8602617067301071639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/8602617067301071639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/8602617067301071639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2008/06/update.html' title='Tai Lo Credit Snd Bhd..'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SEgKhfyAdpI/AAAAAAAAACg/U_NoSxFY1tM/s72-c/Tai+Lo+Credit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-8871809487517403235</id><published>2008-05-28T09:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T10:00:03.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Not Fair</title><content type='html'>Its the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Church camp this Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Jeremy, cant play basketball this Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai yo.. Still cant go out wif Her.&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Summore cant see Her this Friday coz got church camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, day before yesterday went out wif jeremy, kay, victoria, evelyn, jourdan, jackson, joanne and zeke. Lepak around CS till watch Narnia 2 which lasted for 2 and a half hours. EEE.. The queen is not pretty!!! BLUEK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Yesterday watched movie again.. This time wif Eu Chuan. He begged me to watch Iron Man wif him. Hahaha.. Ok. A bit gay there.. The starting of the movie was the best la!!! In english its Iron Man. But the B.M subtitle wrote ORANG BESI!!! WOOO HOOOO!!! MALAYSIA BOLEH!!! XD.... Ahh, my mum complained that i keep spending money going cs. This day, i spent RM7. How? I made Eu Chuan belanja me for the movie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh.. been thinking of wat to be. Doctor or physiotherapy?&lt;br /&gt;Being a doctor is exciting.. But stressful..&lt;br /&gt;A physiotherapist.. Not bad, but im very interested..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall end with a very embarassing story of myself.&lt;br /&gt;One day at CS, before i went back home.. I decided to get something to eat at McDonald. Tapau in english is take away.. BUT..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good evening sir, what would you like?"&lt;br /&gt;"Erm.. The Grilled Chicken Foldover"&lt;br /&gt;"Value meal, sir?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah.."&lt;br /&gt;"Are you having it here?"&lt;br /&gt;"Erm.. I wanna take over."&lt;br /&gt;"Huh??"&lt;br /&gt;"Take over.. I wanna take over.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD... I tell you. Den only i realise wat i was saying.. After successfully taking away my meal, i quickly went back home..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-8871809487517403235?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/8871809487517403235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=8871809487517403235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/8871809487517403235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/8871809487517403235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-not-fair.html' title='Its Not Fair'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-8338845044969056585</id><published>2008-05-24T23:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T23:42:04.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NOOOOOO!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;CHELSEA FC LOST!!!! TO &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MAN U!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-8338845044969056585?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/8338845044969056585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=8338845044969056585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/8338845044969056585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/8338845044969056585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2008/05/noooooo.html' title='NOOOOOO!!!!!'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-5111994245200017814</id><published>2008-05-21T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T10:14:06.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is a gamble</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life is a gamble, may you ask why?&lt;br /&gt;We win some, we lose some,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe thats the reason why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dream, we hope,&lt;br /&gt;We strive to be the best.&lt;br /&gt;Much has been planned, much have been done,&lt;br /&gt;But we might just end up like the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love at first sight,&lt;br /&gt;She's a wonderful sight,&lt;br /&gt;You tell her you want her in your arms,&lt;br /&gt;You confess, give her time,&lt;br /&gt;But will she come back to your arms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a gamble,&lt;br /&gt;The future we will never know,&lt;br /&gt;Statistics, analysis, data, predictions,&lt;br /&gt;You think you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing is for sure,&lt;br /&gt;This only God knows,&lt;br /&gt;But one thing i know,&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea will win, that i am sure..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-5111994245200017814?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/5111994245200017814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=5111994245200017814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/5111994245200017814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/5111994245200017814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2008/05/life-is-gamble.html' title='Life is a gamble'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-6247468159882158360</id><published>2008-05-21T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T08:23:17.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Kay..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;1.what do you hate most about life now?&lt;br /&gt;-can't be wif Her as much as i want to..&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;2.what makes you different from other people?&lt;br /&gt;-the Bryan Aura... XD&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;3.what will u wish for if u see a shooting star right now?&lt;br /&gt;-erm.. lots of things..&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;4.what are the 3things u want to do before you die?&lt;br /&gt;-get married.&lt;br /&gt;-have kids.&lt;br /&gt;-long romantic holiday&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;5.who is your secret keeper?&lt;br /&gt;-Fantastico and a friend&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;6.what would u like to do b4 getting married?&lt;br /&gt;-propose on a romantic date!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;7.what do u feel like doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;-eating a can of longan&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;8.do you hate anyone right now?&lt;br /&gt;-nope.. everyone seems fine to me..&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;9.you prefer starbucks or coffeebean?&lt;br /&gt;-coffee bean!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;10.what do u feel like eating now?&lt;br /&gt;- a can of longan!!!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;11.where do u feel like going now?&lt;br /&gt;-next to Her&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;12.what do u want to do in future?what are ur plans?&lt;br /&gt;- have a steady job in medical field..&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;13.who are u thinking of now?&lt;br /&gt;-Her la..&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;14.if u could slap someone now,who would it be&lt;br /&gt;- jourdan.. he knows why.. XD&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;15.if u could hug someone now,who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;-Her?&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;16.who are u msging with now?&lt;br /&gt;- not much credit.. have to save..&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;17.what do you hate about urself?&lt;br /&gt;-shit happens before i relize it...&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;18.who do you miss most now?&lt;br /&gt;-once again, Her..&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;19.if you could turn back time.when,why and where you wanna turn back to?&lt;br /&gt;-those days, wish we could do more..&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;20.are u happy with what you are right now?&lt;br /&gt;-yeap..&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;21.What is the one thing you wanna say to someone?&lt;br /&gt;dun let wat people say about me change the way you think about me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-6247468159882158360?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/6247468159882158360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=6247468159882158360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/6247468159882158360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/6247468159882158360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2008/05/tagged-by-kay.html' title='Tagged by Kay..'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-1413740400909691053</id><published>2008-05-19T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T07:25:51.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202092614309153826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 391px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" height="300" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SDGLq7yUjCI/AAAAAAAAACY/on2kuERY8eM/s400/sick.jpg" width="487" border="0" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday went to tution. Waited for Her wif Kay... Wait until sho long but didn't show up. So, went for BM wit On The Rocks. Finished B.M, waited for Her summore, still didnt show up.. Even her sis dunno wats going on. Sho worried.. Den at Omega, got some crappy thing happen. As usual... Den, found out She was sick, from her sis and from the way she spoke on the phone wif me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care k... muackkss...&lt;br /&gt;Will update on cousin's wedding.. argh!!! SLEEPY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-1413740400909691053?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/1413740400909691053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=1413740400909691053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/1413740400909691053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/1413740400909691053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2008/05/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SDGLq7yUjCI/AAAAAAAAACY/on2kuERY8eM/s72-c/sick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-8836187277055611370</id><published>2008-05-09T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T11:00:07.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeremy &amp; Coffee Bean</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, was supposed to tumpang wit Gurdave A.K.A Bottoms Up On The Rocks! to school. I was kinda late so i ran to Gurdave's house and reached there at 7 only to see his father's car going away... His mum's car was parked outside so i just wanted to confirm if Gurdave has left. Rang the doorbell and noone answered. So, took the pubic bus to school..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at school, saw Gurdave, told him the whole story and he told me "Bryan, how is that possible.. I woke up like 6 50 and i was late. My dad went to send my bro to school but i was still at home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies &amp;amp; gentlemen, pls attend to the person who rang your doorbell at anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Jeremy was damn weird. For example, a conversation with him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: wei, everytime your sis hold people hand hor, she keep doing the snapping thing wit her fingers..&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy: ai ya.. she sexy wad..&lt;br /&gt;Me: walau.. you called your sis sexy ar?!?! (unusual of him)&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy: hahaha.. incest wad!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: o.O'.. omg.. wats wrong wif you..&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy:this is EROTICA man!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird.. but still, he got me the ice-blended coffee bean crap he promised..&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Chelsea FC..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, went to tution and crapped a lot wif Gurdave. I got confused wit 'on the rocks' and 'bottoms up'. Everytime i wanted to say bottoms up, i say thumbs up! =.="...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den, i made up some things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SCSPRzmjj9I/AAAAAAAAABw/D3Zl71TqHRE/s1600-h/on+the+rocks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198437405964865490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SCSPRzmjj9I/AAAAAAAAABw/D3Zl71TqHRE/s400/on+the+rocks.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack Daniel's on the rocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SCSPmzmjj_I/AAAAAAAAACA/AU4hi-nKMJk/s1600-h/ice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198437766742118386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SCSPmzmjj_I/AAAAAAAAACA/AU4hi-nKMJk/s400/ice.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rocks on the Rocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SCSPwDmjkAI/AAAAAAAAACI/eTEfR8qdU5c/s1600-h/empty+shot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198437925655908354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SCSPwDmjkAI/AAAAAAAAACI/eTEfR8qdU5c/s400/empty+shot.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shot on the Rocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SCSQXDmjkBI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2hIxjUpEe6s/s1600-h/thumbs+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198438595670806546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SCSQXDmjkBI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2hIxjUpEe6s/s400/thumbs+up.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SCSPmzmjj_I/AAAAAAAAACA/AU4hi-nKMJk/s1600-h/ice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198437766742118386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SCSPmzmjj_I/AAAAAAAAACA/AU4hi-nKMJk/s400/ice.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thumbs Up on the Rocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! Today get to see and talk to Her.. Exchanged a few letters.. :P Lurve Her sho much.. too bad cant celebrate on Sunday.. T_T&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-8836187277055611370?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/8836187277055611370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=8836187277055611370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/8836187277055611370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/8836187277055611370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2008/05/jeremy-coffee-bean.html' title='Jeremy &amp; Coffee Bean'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SCSPRzmjj9I/AAAAAAAAABw/D3Zl71TqHRE/s72-c/on+the+rocks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-1222233833113340711</id><published>2008-05-01T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T06:47:03.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CONTACT ME!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Today went to watch IronMan wif Fantastico and their friends. Joanne and Janice also. BUT. Couldn't watch coz too many people watch. The seats were filling out fast. So, we lepak at Coffee Bean.. Shared Jackson's SCANDINAVIAN ice blended something-something. Happy Jackson?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nat ask me teman her go Tebrau City. I agreed and then suddely, she changed the whole plan! Den want me go her friend's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den, lepak wif Jourdan, Brendan, Joanne and Janice. Went to arcade and practiced the drum game against some Chinese fella. WAHAHAHA!!! Won him!!! *narrowly... Damn shiok.. I improved.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den we go McDonalds. Me and Brendan tried the Mega Mac. Double the normal Big Mac. Den got this coupon for a free Big Mac if i say something within 4 seconds. Den, i told them about the 50 sec Sundae. They ask me buy. The line was long, but i still waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. Saw a couple. Doing what She and me would usually do. T.T.. Wan go out wif Her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Jourdan used sign language to signal me to buy McFlurry instead. After that, we sat, chat.. shared some sad stuff together. Joanne and Janice went back, me, brendan and jourdan went Roibo. Lepak there and went back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want complain. For those who wear Gothic.. Please wear proper Gothic costume. Pls dont wear football socks with Adidas, Puma, Nike, Umbro, Lotto.. etc etc at the side..&lt;br /&gt;and wear them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SBnCSDbEPNI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UAczE3A7s_M/s1600-h/totti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SBnCSDbEPNI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UAczE3A7s_M/s320/totti.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195397260560841938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totti style (loose at the calves) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SBnDMTbEPOI/AAAAAAAAAAo/LGTsojtcH0Y/s1600-h/lampard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SBnDMTbEPOI/AAAAAAAAAAo/LGTsojtcH0Y/s320/lampard.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195398261288221922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lampard style (just below the knee) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SBnHVDbEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAw/c3qebtf52sY/s1600-h/ronaldo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SBnHVDbEPPI/AAAAAAAAAAw/c3qebtf52sY/s320/ronaldo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195402809658588402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Ronaldo style (just above the knee). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SBnJqDbEPQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4DZsFHIgETI/s1600-h/ronaldo+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SBnJqDbEPQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4DZsFHIgETI/s320/ronaldo+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195405369459096834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine, sorry if i pissed you off. this is ronaldo again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are Gothic socks for sale, cheaper than football socks. If you want to wear football socks, why not wear shin pads and ankle guard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If She is reading this, pls call me.. miss you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-1222233833113340711?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/1222233833113340711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=1222233833113340711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/1222233833113340711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/1222233833113340711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2008/05/contact-me.html' title='CONTACT ME!!!!!'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/SBnCSDbEPNI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UAczE3A7s_M/s72-c/totti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-6676161554825156068</id><published>2008-04-27T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T04:00:56.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Last week, the Pope visited America.&lt;br /&gt;So, i told Jackson that on the way down the plane, the Pope flashed and showed his 6-pacs.&lt;br /&gt;And Jackson BELIEVED!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHHAAAHHAHAA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;a-hem...&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAAHHAAHHA...&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres nothing you can do misses Her sho much.&lt;br /&gt;Wan go out wif her.&lt;br /&gt;Love sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*chelsea win man u 2-1... hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-6676161554825156068?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/6676161554825156068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=6676161554825156068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/6676161554825156068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/6676161554825156068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2008/04/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-2199054537615224711</id><published>2008-04-19T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T01:47:25.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A shirt, chocolates and lots of money...</title><content type='html'>Today is my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today started off wit me waking up late for our first Community Service of Interact Club. Went ad clean the zoo. Yup. The pathetic zoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and an indian guy got the duty to clean the bird cages. We tought we got the job of cleaning the tigers. BUT, some technical error and we got the bird cages instead. ANYWAY. It was better than expected. Tiring it is, but it felt great seeing those terribly dirty cages clean again. Den i was cleaning a bird cage, and 2 to 3 birds kept flying to my shoulder. Quite nice la, small birds gt big balls to sit on a man's shoulders. The bigger birds tho always run away when we're not even close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As me and Shan were about to go back until we heard that the camel was giving birth! We ran like jakun and watched till everything was done. The female camel seemed to be in a lot of pain. A group of girl scouts that joined us earlier were watching too. Then i told them "eh, kau jangan ketawa. dalam masa 5 tahun, kau pun sama.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, went back home, slept and forgot about band practice.. O.o". Sorry Mel.. Chatted wif Her online. Then went to party downstairs. WAHAHAHA! 2 Secret Recipe Chocolate Indulgence cakes!!! Received presents, ate food and at 10, went upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received:&lt;br /&gt;Chocolates (pastor, trying to keep me away from alcohol and drugs)&lt;br /&gt;Chocolates (ming sheng, i dunno why)&lt;br /&gt;Chocolates (tho i received this from Her on Friday, its still a present. Love Her. Muackssess.)&lt;br /&gt;Magic the Gathering Booster Pack (jackson, trying his best to promote his favourite card game and Sweden/ subhash)&lt;br /&gt;Long Sleeve Shirt (Yap family. they knew i needed one..)&lt;br /&gt;Cash (mrs tan. she even has a problem remembering my name)&lt;br /&gt;Cash (susan &amp;amp; ye ye. not suprised they dun remember my birthday)&lt;br /&gt;Cash (mum's friend's family. aww well. they came late, so i supposed they had something to do earlier..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun really like cash as presents coz you earn some, you lose some.&lt;br /&gt;Her present was the best.&lt;br /&gt;Didnt have the time to wrap it. But i can see she tried her best and she did it wit lote of LOVE. As shown on the wrapper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-2199054537615224711?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/2199054537615224711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=2199054537615224711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/2199054537615224711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/2199054537615224711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2008/04/shirt-chocolates-and-lots-of-money.html' title='A shirt, chocolates and lots of money...'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-6520635780658920247</id><published>2008-04-13T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T02:23:02.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag</title><content type='html'>Do not copy each other's answers&lt;br /&gt;The tag questions must be 100% the same&lt;br /&gt;List Out 20 names&lt;br /&gt;Tag people after doing it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. erica&lt;br /&gt;2. brendan&lt;br /&gt;3. jackson&lt;br /&gt;4. jourdan&lt;br /&gt;5. celine&lt;br /&gt;6. melissa&lt;br /&gt;7. calven&lt;br /&gt;8. jeremy&lt;br /&gt;9. qi ren&lt;br /&gt;10. jeffrey&lt;br /&gt;11. joanne&lt;br /&gt;12. natalie&lt;br /&gt;13. kimberly&lt;br /&gt;14. karyn&lt;br /&gt;15. kaytrieese&lt;br /&gt;16. zeke&lt;br /&gt;17. gurvinder&lt;br /&gt;18. subhash&lt;br /&gt;19. julian&lt;br /&gt;20. shan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you know 14? (karyn)&lt;br /&gt;- erm... friend's sis..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you had never met 1? (erica)&lt;br /&gt;- fui yooo... cant tell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if 9 and 20 dated you? (qi ren and shan)&lt;br /&gt;- wtf... how gay can this be!!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would 6 and 17 make a good couple? (melissa and gurvinder)&lt;br /&gt;- i dun think so.. one believes in Christ. The other, Alcoholism...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think 8 is attractive? (jeremy)&lt;br /&gt;- YES. everytime i walk beside him, i see girls taking a peek at him.. ALWAYS..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anything about 12's family? (natalie)&lt;br /&gt;- HAKKA. lee kuan yew is hakka!! The president of china and taiwan are hakka!!! HAKKA POWER!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me something about 7.(calven)&lt;br /&gt;-  he is tall.. i have face to chest conversations with him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is 18's favourite? (subhash)&lt;br /&gt;- PlanetShakers, Hillsongs.. Exspecially I Love Jesus, Give Me Oil In My Lamp, Read Your Bible Pray Everyday.. etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What language does 15 speak? (kaytrieese)&lt;br /&gt;- english, chinese, hokkien, hakka, cantonese, teo chew... etc etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is going out with 19? (julian)&lt;br /&gt;- his mum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old is 16 now? (zeke)&lt;br /&gt;- 16 is still 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you talked to 13? (kimberly)&lt;br /&gt;- erm.. JB debate final..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is 2's favourite singer? (brendan)&lt;br /&gt;- Bryan Yong and The Penguin Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you date 4? (jourdan)&lt;br /&gt;- of course.... heheheehehehehhe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you date 17? (gurvinder)&lt;br /&gt;- nope. im wif jourdan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 15 single? (kaytrieese)&lt;br /&gt;- yeap.... at the moment i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is 10's last name? (jeffrey)&lt;br /&gt;- toe chun ming.. WOOO HOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever consider being in a relationship with 11? (joanne)&lt;br /&gt;- YEESSSSSS!!!!!!!! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAH&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which school does 3 go to? (jackson)&lt;br /&gt;- the international school of the embassy of Sweden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does 6 live? (melissa)&lt;br /&gt;- damn far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favourite thing about 5? (celine)&lt;br /&gt;- make me feel sho tall...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-6520635780658920247?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/6520635780658920247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=6520635780658920247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/6520635780658920247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/6520635780658920247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2008/04/tag.html' title='Tag'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-6452749939859145218</id><published>2008-04-08T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T06:19:34.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I cant believe it! But theres nothing i can do..</title><content type='html'>Today, i finished downloading CABAL Online. But i downloaded the wrong ones!!! I downloaded the Europe and US versions.. =.=".. I couldn't find the SEA wan.. Till Shar helped me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent 3 days downloading the Europe version. Then the whole day today on the US version. (pause)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.=".......................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(continue)&lt;br /&gt;I finally get to use my own laptop!! An EXTRA ASS-WHOOPING 0.13Gz compared to my sis's laptop. Damn. I miss the pokemon game in her laptop tho. I still fighting the ghosts in Lavander Town...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe it. Chelsea FC first choice goalkeeper, during training, on his recovery, on his way to the important football match tonight, HAS TO GO GOR A FACIAL SURGERY AFTER GETTING KNOCKED BY HIS TEAM-MATE DURING TRAINING... =.=".........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First district level basketball game this Thusday.. MATI LO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope Chelsea wins tonight...&lt;br /&gt;And, i love Her. theres nothing you can do about it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-6452749939859145218?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/6452749939859145218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=6452749939859145218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/6452749939859145218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/6452749939859145218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-cant-believe-it-but-theres-nothing-i.html' title='I cant believe it! But theres nothing i can do..'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-4187573673568364421</id><published>2008-04-06T07:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T07:56:43.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5-4-08</title><content type='html'>5-4-08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's Nothing You Can Do's happiest day of his life... and theres nothing you can do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-4187573673568364421?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-6371503525705105673</id><published>2008-04-01T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T01:28:10.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st of april</title><content type='html'>its april fool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and theres nothing we can do is love sick..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-6371503525705105673?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/6371503525705105673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=6371503525705105673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/6371503525705105673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/6371503525705105673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2008/04/1st-of-april.html' title='1st of april'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-1355641303220189642</id><published>2008-03-30T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T10:45:41.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's Nothing You Can Do</title><content type='html'>After more than 2 months without going out wif her, There's Nothing You Can Do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;misses Her very very very very very very very much&lt;br /&gt;is jealous when he sees couples together&lt;br /&gt;wants to go out wif Her badly&lt;br /&gt;wished She was there at juju's party&lt;br /&gt;wants more time wif Her, not just 2 minutes a week&lt;br /&gt;wants to see Her&lt;br /&gt;got no semangat to play guitar for worship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wad can i say.. there's nothing you can do LOVES Her alot..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-1355641303220189642?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/1355641303220189642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-5361836058845966140</id><published>2008-03-23T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T05:34:00.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I give you the red card, and theres nothnig you can do..</title><content type='html'>Yesterday went for LDDS Futsal. My crap arse team didnt make it to the next round (as expected). So, Gwee asked me to be referee coz a lot of people tak puas with his decisions. The 2nd game i refereed was very very physical. I gave them many chances as i play many advantages.. Den, thier temper let loose and one of them insulted me, the ref. I gave him a yellow card.. The other guy from the opposing team was worse. First, he told me "ref jibai lan jiao". Den "you mother fucker".. Oh well, i sent him off with his 2nd yellow of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan's phone and wallet got stollen.. The Form 3 Jordan. Pfftt.. By the time he told me he couldnt find his phone, i already had a feeling that his bag got taken away.. I kena once before. Instead, Subhash's phone got stolen instead of mine coz i hid mine inside my shoe.. XD. That was 2 years ago.. Got 3rd place that time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss my old team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, i got tagged by Celine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions: Remove ONE question from below, and add in your personal question, make it a total of 20 questions, then tag 8 people in your list, list them out at the end of this post. Notify them in their chat box that he/she has been tagged. Whoever does the tag will have blessings from all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who is your all-time inspiration?&lt;br /&gt;= Mother Teresa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Why do people have tags going on?&lt;br /&gt;= i have no idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you were to be stranded on a deserted island, who are the 3 blog buddies you would take with you? Why?&lt;br /&gt;= Her.. :P (dun have to ask why)&lt;br /&gt;= Jeremy (shade, football and to make me the funniest there)&lt;br /&gt;= Jackson's dad (bak kut teh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.. Where is the place that you want to go the most?&lt;br /&gt;= LaLaLand for sure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.. If you can have 1 dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;= football player.. &gt;.&lt; ok! at least a bench warmer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after the rain?&lt;br /&gt;= Yes.. i also believe in the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.. What are you afraid to lose the most now?&lt;br /&gt;= close friends and most inportantly, Her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.. If you win $1 million, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;= go holiday wif friends.. Ahem.. to Sweden..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If you meet someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?&lt;br /&gt;= Yeah.. later confess more awkward..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;= Celine. She makes me feel tall, let me pose retarderdly in pictures and acknowledge my dancing skills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What are the requirements that you wish from your other half?&lt;br /&gt;= Funny, loyal, open, cuddly.. and more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Which type of person do you hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;= people who underestimate others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is your ambition?&lt;br /&gt;= aiyoyoyo.. well. in reality, physiotherapist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. If you have faults, would you rather the people around you point out to you or would you rather they keep quiet?&lt;br /&gt;= TALK LAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;= Everything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Are you a shopaholic or not?&lt;br /&gt;= does makan count? o.O"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Find a word to describe the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;= Short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. If you have a chance. Which part of your character you would like to change?&lt;br /&gt;= Getting annoyed very very easily..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Whats the last shocking thing you've seen or heard?&lt;br /&gt;= Barnsley 1-0 Chelsea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What is happiness?&lt;br /&gt;= wen you dun worry about the future..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall tag noone.. this wasted 30 mins of my life..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-5361836058845966140?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/5361836058845966140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=5361836058845966140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/5361836058845966140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/5361836058845966140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-give-you-red-card-and-theres-nothnig.html' title='I give you the red card, and theres nothnig you can do..'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-3922833852881696123</id><published>2008-03-21T10:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T10:42:27.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guitar</title><content type='html'>Its been like.. hmm.. A year since i played the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few months ago, i looked at the chords for Now &amp;amp; Forever and i was like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF IS A :&lt;br /&gt;D/F#, G6, Dsus2/F#, B7, D5 and a really WTF-ing C#m7(b5)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now.. yeah.. can play. Practice-practice-practice. It all took off wit the 1 month lesson from a private tutor.. Everyday he came. And i buat "sial". Always sigh alot during lessons... Well, i guess he cracked into my hard head. Learnt a lot from that guy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-3922833852881696123?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/3922833852881696123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=3922833852881696123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/3922833852881696123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/3922833852881696123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2008/03/guitar.html' title='Guitar'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-3011245732299105130</id><published>2008-03-20T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T10:25:17.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loves</title><content type='html'>Adrian Tan loves his dogs...&lt;br /&gt;Alven loves his super emo-clothings...&lt;br /&gt;Arif loves the sea...&lt;br /&gt;Ashwin Nair loves cars...&lt;br /&gt;Benson loves drums...&lt;br /&gt;Brendan loves guitar...&lt;br /&gt;Bryan Loh loves walls...&lt;br /&gt;Bulu! loves the sea...&lt;br /&gt;Careen loves anime...&lt;br /&gt;Celine loves the dance floor...&lt;br /&gt;Chee Keong loves the penjaja near my school...&lt;br /&gt;Cheng(tom) loves boobs...&lt;br /&gt;Chian Cher Lek loves checking people's eyesight...&lt;br /&gt;Christoper loves bean curds...&lt;br /&gt;Chua loves St.John&lt;br /&gt;Erica loves Bryan.. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu Chuan loves making new friends...&lt;br /&gt;Fong loves badminton...&lt;br /&gt;Greame loves keyboards...&lt;br /&gt;Gurdave loves 6 strings attached on a plank of wood...&lt;br /&gt;Gurjivan loves doing meaningful things unlike his bro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall continue later...&lt;br /&gt;theres nothing we can do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-3011245732299105130?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/3011245732299105130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=3011245732299105130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/3011245732299105130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/3011245732299105130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2008/03/loves.html' title='Loves'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-4767281233856110714</id><published>2008-03-12T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T06:34:29.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>McDonalds</title><content type='html'>Whee! I just ordered a Chicken McDeluxe value meal just now. Waiting for it to come. Had to bare with the irritating song that plays when youre call is on hold. My mum went to KL wif sis to go shopping... IN ONE DAY ONLY! crazy, i know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basketball tournament was loco-loco. Me and subhash were on the same team. The other guy was Maharaj ( i shall name my son Maharaja ). 3 on 3 it was. I scored three 3 pointers on our first match but lost as usual. Den scored only 2 in second match and none in the third. Coz my whole body was so friggin tired. Like i'll feel wasted after 1 minute of playing. Soon, my accurate high-angle 3 pointers became air balls..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also happy that Subhash found out where i got the "theres nothing we can do" line...&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday watched movie wit Celine, Benson, Karyn, Joanne and kim.. Watched Step Up 2. Their type of movie. Not mine. I watch coz i know the storyline..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, played futsal. Waa.. i scored alot today.. XD. Den, was friggin late for movie. HAD TO WATCH Step Up 2 again.. pfftt. Bavitra invite me come coz i had to help her wid sumthing. :P&lt;br /&gt;Her friend that sat beside me was @#$%-ing sombong. I was enjoying  my seat all alone and suddenly this fella interrupt me. Didnt even care to share his popcorn wit me summore.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After movie, (wait.. mcdonald delivery guy came.. 5 min later.. ) joined FANTASTICO under an escalator. Had ice cream, saw a group of people doing cosplay.. o.O"... Saw many emo people around CS. Ate taiwanese chicken, was great. Went to arcade, and i played the para-para dance. I did superb, passing the first stage. XD... Saw Eleanor after that.. then went back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wen the mcdonald delivery guy came, my gate was still locked. And i didnt realised that. Waiting for my food to be presented, I stared at him for a moment, testing my patience. He finally broke the silince saying, "boleh muat ke?". o.O"... I forgot to unlock the gate... Ok la.. now i wan eat edi.. ciao..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres nothing we can do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-4767281233856110714?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/4767281233856110714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=4767281233856110714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/4767281233856110714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/4767281233856110714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2008/03/mcdonalds.html' title='McDonalds'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-3550576673364957007</id><published>2008-03-05T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T09:59:53.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Am The President</title><content type='html'>My first priority is to eliminate criticisms of Indians and Chinese people haveng unfair treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, i shall make it compulsory to have Indian families to have at least 7 children and 4 for the Chinese. With this, i believe we can outnumber the Malay community in our country. Then, I shall increase the price of motorbikes and cigarettes by AT LEAST 800%. Coz i know Malays cant live without them. Other than that, I shall make a crappy story that hopefully everyone will believe about Chinese and Indians being the real bumiputera. And a conspiracy about how Malays managed to trick the old government into believing they are bumiputeras..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall continue my quest next time...&lt;br /&gt;For it is now 2am in the morning. Thank You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-3550576673364957007?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/3550576673364957007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=3550576673364957007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/3550576673364957007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/3550576673364957007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2008/03/if-i-am-president.html' title='If I Am The President'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549871189996062232.post-7788412313016480947</id><published>2008-03-01T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T16:22:43.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bloggers... pfftt..</title><content type='html'>There are 2 types of bloggers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Those who blog regularly and maintain the same blog..&lt;br /&gt;2. Those that make new blogs when blogging becomes popular among his/her friends. And when the popularity dies, they abandon the blog. vice-verca...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen people on MSN type, "check out my blog!". A year later.. "check out my new blog!". Next year... "finally got a blog!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Found out some people have problems wit me being Her bf.. I'm not sure if they really hate me or not. Or they're ones that believe in rumours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Jourdan has been speaking in Cantonese in class these past few days. Our level of Cantonese is so good, average speakers won't understand a word we say. He also advised me to consider councelling. Haiz... Wat can I say? Theres nothing we can do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngo chek lai chak bo..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/549871189996062232-7788412313016480947?l=veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/7788412313016480947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=549871189996062232&amp;postID=7788412313016480947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/7788412313016480947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/549871189996062232/posts/default/7788412313016480947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veryshortandverysimple.blogspot.com/2008/03/bloggers-pfftt.html' title='bloggers... pfftt..'/><author><name>BubuJohnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829907626180293849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhA1X37ZhFw/R8oHTpYHJJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FuFlx3WWlgc/S220/IMG026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
