<?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-3474831188688727777</id><updated>2011-12-08T17:26:45.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter - Unwritten</title><subtitle type='html'>Life's an on-going story, comedy, soap opera, korean drama, etc.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Johannan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754063216639270552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TThbICn7XmI/AAAAAAAAARw/dT2zvJdyIhg/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474831188688727777.post-7989828995625666962</id><published>2011-11-13T09:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T09:47:35.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talents sometimes</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I wish I had more talents. Like prodigy level talents. Which by the age I am now, would already lead me to be called the next 'big thing'. Sometimes I wish for that. I'm sorry God if sometimes I limit You for being not enough for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3474831188688727777-7989828995625666962?l=johannanssj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/feeds/7989828995625666962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3474831188688727777&amp;postID=7989828995625666962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/7989828995625666962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/7989828995625666962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/2011/11/talents-sometimes.html' title='Talents sometimes'/><author><name>Johannan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754063216639270552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TThbICn7XmI/AAAAAAAAARw/dT2zvJdyIhg/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474831188688727777.post-8589278760366986490</id><published>2011-08-11T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T18:41:27.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doubts</title><content type='html'>So many questions. Searching for the answers just leads to more questions.. What am I supposed to believe? I'm not questioning christianity but i'm questioning my own principles and beliefs regarding christianity. Am I doing the right thing? Should I be doing anything at all? Do I move, or wait for God to move me...do I wait and pray for guidance? How would I know the reply is You and not random thoughts firing in my brain? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need change. I need Your presence to guide me again. How can I be sure that You've been guiding me all along when the person I've become has deteriorated so much spiritually for the past 2 years?.. God please don't let me be.. Please stop the cycle of repenting then  falling back over and over again. I'm sick of it, coming back to You, trusting in You again, then allowing the same doubts and fears and anger to overpower my faith again...what do I do?.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3474831188688727777-8589278760366986490?l=johannanssj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/feeds/8589278760366986490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3474831188688727777&amp;postID=8589278760366986490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/8589278760366986490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/8589278760366986490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/2011/08/doubts.html' title='Doubts'/><author><name>Johannan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754063216639270552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TThbICn7XmI/AAAAAAAAARw/dT2zvJdyIhg/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474831188688727777.post-8479250628163611535</id><published>2011-08-04T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T08:12:04.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bodoh!!!</title><content type='html'>So the government sends some people to represent malaysia at an international space conference. there the countries were bragging bout their big plans for the future.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;America said "We're gonna send someone to mars in 10 years!!" the crowd goes wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Russia said "We're gonna send people to saturn's rings in 20 years!!" the crowd cheers again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Malaysia, not wanting to be outdone, goes up and proudly announces "We're gonna do another angkasawan program and send someone to the sun when we have collected enough taxpayers' money!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd is silent until someone asks, "But how are you gonna survive on the sun? You'll die before you even land!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Malaysia proudly answers "No problem, we go at night lor...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3474831188688727777-8479250628163611535?l=johannanssj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/feeds/8479250628163611535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3474831188688727777&amp;postID=8479250628163611535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/8479250628163611535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/8479250628163611535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/2011/08/predestined-or-freewill.html' title='Bodoh!!!'/><author><name>Johannan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754063216639270552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TThbICn7XmI/AAAAAAAAARw/dT2zvJdyIhg/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474831188688727777.post-9099987322316734703</id><published>2011-07-21T09:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T09:26:30.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After all this time</title><content type='html'>If I could do it all over again, I'd still choose you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3474831188688727777-9099987322316734703?l=johannanssj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/feeds/9099987322316734703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3474831188688727777&amp;postID=9099987322316734703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/9099987322316734703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/9099987322316734703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/2011/07/after-all-this-time.html' title='After all this time'/><author><name>Johannan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754063216639270552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TThbICn7XmI/AAAAAAAAARw/dT2zvJdyIhg/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474831188688727777.post-5060675263492054058</id><published>2011-02-08T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T06:54:14.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gamers and their pick-up lines</title><content type='html'>First time i heard bruno mars' song grenade, he sings 'i will catch a grenade for ya'. doesnt dat sound like sometng a gamer will say to a girl?(gamer is someone who plays alot of games) seriously, its reali cool if gamers had their own pick-up lines, here's a few&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will catch a grenade for ya - that's bruno mars' line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will kill a thousand zombies for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can be the ammo and i can be the ak-47&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRE IN THE HOLE!! - during sex, taken from justin lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will pause a dota game for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna see my gun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are my final fantasy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me buy you a shot - pun intended i know its lame sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel free to add your own!! yes i am a gamer now dat i have a laptop dat can support most games and i apologise if u feel uve wasted 5 minutes of your life reading this ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3474831188688727777-5060675263492054058?l=johannanssj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/feeds/5060675263492054058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3474831188688727777&amp;postID=5060675263492054058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/5060675263492054058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/5060675263492054058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/2011/02/gamers-and-their-pick-up-lines.html' title='Gamers and their pick-up lines'/><author><name>Johannan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754063216639270552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TThbICn7XmI/AAAAAAAAARw/dT2zvJdyIhg/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474831188688727777.post-4327214189144024840</id><published>2011-01-22T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T18:05:50.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right to love</title><content type='html'>Ever felt as if you've lost the right to love? I have, and it's no fun at all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3474831188688727777-4327214189144024840?l=johannanssj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/feeds/4327214189144024840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3474831188688727777&amp;postID=4327214189144024840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/4327214189144024840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/4327214189144024840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/2011/01/right-to-love.html' title='Right to love'/><author><name>Johannan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754063216639270552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TThbICn7XmI/AAAAAAAAARw/dT2zvJdyIhg/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474831188688727777.post-870438785773097018</id><published>2011-01-20T07:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T07:43:43.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night and Day</title><content type='html'>Random thought, i don't think anyone can say if he/she is a morning or night person anymore. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Specimen A: sleeps at 10pm, wakes up at 6am&lt;br /&gt;Specimen B: sleeps at 2am, wakes up at 9am&lt;br /&gt;Specimen C: sleeps at 3am, wakes up at 12pm&lt;br /&gt;Specimen D: sleeps at 5am, wakes up at 3pm&lt;br /&gt;Specimen E: wakes up at 10pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok considering specimen A, you might consider A a morning person because he wakes up at 6am. What about B? I mean B sleeps at night, just not as early, and he wakes up at 9am which is also in the 'morning category isnt it? but shud we call B a morning person? B wakes up 3 hours after A, does this make A more 'morning' than B? Then concerning C, sleeps at night but wakes up at noon, so what is C? A noon person? D would probably be called a night person la, he goes to sleep when the morning people are getting up. E? I really don't know what type of person is E, i'm not sure if E is even a person haha, but since E would probably be active the whole night, E must be more 'night' than D hahaha, ok this is getting confusing i'm gonna stop here and let whoever is as lifeless as me read it, thank you for being lifeless enough to support my blog(i would giv u a star but i dont know how to put star emoticon) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw if anyone is wondering which specimen i come under it would probably be B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3474831188688727777-870438785773097018?l=johannanssj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/feeds/870438785773097018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3474831188688727777&amp;postID=870438785773097018' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/870438785773097018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/870438785773097018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/2011/01/night-and-day.html' title='Night and Day'/><author><name>Johannan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754063216639270552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TThbICn7XmI/AAAAAAAAARw/dT2zvJdyIhg/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474831188688727777.post-6997317633347346513</id><published>2010-11-22T00:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T00:30:33.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guitar much?</title><content type='html'>Random thought, guys learn the guitar for many reasons, some cos they love music, some to play for church, some because of peer pressure since everyone plays an instrument and a very common reason would be to get girls as well. Guys can have two or more of these reasons, but the reason that i'm pondering about is the area where guys play for God and girls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at my life, why do i play the guitar? I started learning when i was 15, i had the opportunity to so i took it up, looking back i think it was because all my frens in church played some instrument and it always seemed that i was the only one without any musical talent. So here i am after 3 years of learning, what do i play for? I tell myself if i ever became a musician i will become a christian musician, praising God with my music is more important than using music to praise myself. But time and time again, the thoughts in my head are different, sure i think about making music that praises God, but at the same time there are times i wish that one day i will play my guitar outside and the girl of my dreams will fall at my feet haha...is it wrong for a christian guitarist to use his skills to try and 'get a girl'? Well maybe its ok if its a christian girl but what if its a non christian girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing about being a christian guitarist. No christian girl is ever gonna be impressed that you play the guitar. Why? Look at the guys around you in church, almost all of them play guitar or at least have some basic knowledge of the guitar, a guitarist is just as average as a pigeon, they're everywhere. Whereas in the outside world, there are not as many guitarists so they're slightly more special. What if the only thing that would make me special to any girl is my guitar playing? The chances of me being special to a non christian is higher than the chances of me being special to a christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to encourage all you christian musicians out there to go and find non christian partners. I don't know how bad it is but many christians have told me the importance of finding a christian spouse. Maybe i'll just leave this questions unanswered for another day...maybe i think too much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here are some pictures of my guitar, its not expensive but its good enough for me right now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TOopcFHBy9I/AAAAAAAAARk/7SIgj2QE4bc/s1600/Image039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542287853817547730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TOopcFHBy9I/AAAAAAAAARk/7SIgj2QE4bc/s320/Image039.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TOopb8s4V1I/AAAAAAAAARc/yZrAI5thBiM/s1600/Guitar.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542287851560392530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TOopb8s4V1I/AAAAAAAAARc/yZrAI5thBiM/s320/Guitar.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3474831188688727777-6997317633347346513?l=johannanssj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/feeds/6997317633347346513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3474831188688727777&amp;postID=6997317633347346513' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/6997317633347346513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/6997317633347346513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/2010/11/guitar-much.html' title='Guitar much?'/><author><name>Johannan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754063216639270552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TThbICn7XmI/AAAAAAAAARw/dT2zvJdyIhg/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TOopcFHBy9I/AAAAAAAAARk/7SIgj2QE4bc/s72-c/Image039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474831188688727777.post-5309225792310554126</id><published>2010-10-01T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T05:24:59.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where the past meets the present : Pastent</title><content type='html'>For any remaining readers of my blog, God bless you haha...life has changed alot since i have entered college. God has started to restore me from a very dark period of my life, i'm now rediscovering my passions one by one. From simply the heart of worship to the passion to pray for people once again. I was broken and flattened out so that God could rebuild my life His way. Yes i am now a college student and facing what any college student would, assignment deadlines, late night 'yamcha', and just trying to discover who i am in this new place. God has not left me alone, eventhough i still am not yet rooted to a church, i believe God will lead me, and i am exactly where He wants me to be at this moment of time. Thank God for the spirit led people at the HELP Residence who found me and got me connected to so many christians. This is the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i got a message from a sister in Christ, Swee Fang whom i met at the Plan 09(a christian missions camp), on the last day of camp, i felt God asked me to pray for her brother. I asked her if she did have a brother and true enough she had only one brother, that was almost a year ago. Today she tells me her brother accepted Christ a week ago :) It really moved me that God answered my prayer for her, eventhough a year later. It made me believe in prayer again. God's timing is perfect :DDD!! This is where the past meets the present : Pastent (i'm sorry i've been watching too much of How i met your mother lately and im learning lots of nonsense from barney stinson, not the picking up girls part)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you faithful reader hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3474831188688727777-5309225792310554126?l=johannanssj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/feeds/5309225792310554126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3474831188688727777&amp;postID=5309225792310554126' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/5309225792310554126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/5309225792310554126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/2010/10/where-past-meets-present-pastent.html' title='Where the past meets the present : Pastent'/><author><name>Johannan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754063216639270552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TThbICn7XmI/AAAAAAAAARw/dT2zvJdyIhg/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474831188688727777.post-4006108751718473703</id><published>2010-08-20T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T01:04:11.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter - College</title><content type='html'>So there I was sitting down with a group of friends. And there was this one friend who just couldn't take his eyes of a particular girl and in a world of his own. I got irritated and pulled his ear shouting 'David! Listen to me for a second!!!'. He turns around and yells back at me 'Stop pulling my leg!!!!!' hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea that's the kind of stuff that happened in skool. Form 1-5. I remember standing on the chair in form 1, doing some anti-racism campaign for pizzas in form 2, pmr in form 3, the coming of age periods in form 4 and who could ever forget spm in form 5. I remember betting with my friend on who will get lower marks for bio for rm5. Teacher marks his paper and he moans 'I only got 38(upon 50) la' Teacher marks my paper and he sees my beautiful 8/50. Or the other time when another friend fell asleep in class and my teacher took his bottle and poured water on him, and without even looking he shows the finger at her thinking its one of us. hahaha. Yea it was moments like those which made high school memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 5 years of high school really just flew by and now, I'm on the verge of entering a new domain, a new frontier, a new challenge. College. Yes I am writing this from my hostel room at the HELP Residence in Damansara, KL. I have officially gone from spm graduate to university under-graduate. God help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A walk down memory lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TG9X53pnMfI/AAAAAAAAAOs/YtLY6AFmoV8/s1600/13062009024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507717521000051186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TG9X53pnMfI/AAAAAAAAAOs/YtLY6AFmoV8/s320/13062009024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TG9X5NlQujI/AAAAAAAAAOk/_VSRm1__faE/s1600/Skool+Gang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507717509707512370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TG9X5NlQujI/AAAAAAAAAOk/_VSRm1__faE/s320/Skool+Gang.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TG9X4HqUiaI/AAAAAAAAAOU/EmoD3pJGbqU/s1600/DSC03394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507717490938251682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TG9X4HqUiaI/AAAAAAAAAOU/EmoD3pJGbqU/s320/DSC03394.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TG9bF-ZMnJI/AAAAAAAAAP8/BOvPmq03ots/s1600/Straight+A+Crazy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507721027503561874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TG9bF-ZMnJI/AAAAAAAAAP8/BOvPmq03ots/s320/Straight+A+Crazy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TG9bFFTXUdI/AAAAAAAAAP0/SJaNFXaKBtw/s1600/n636081808_1437781_7859%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507721012178276818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TG9bFFTXUdI/AAAAAAAAAP0/SJaNFXaKBtw/s320/n636081808_1437781_7859%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TG9bEiWpgpI/AAAAAAAAAPs/BLNWRGJtU3E/s1600/Copy+of+SHH+meal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507721002796810898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TG9bEiWpgpI/AAAAAAAAAPs/BLNWRGJtU3E/s320/Copy+of+SHH+meal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TG9bENQDMoI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ZtwoWRb8yak/s1600/4sc1+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507720997131989634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TG9bENQDMoI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ZtwoWRb8yak/s320/4sc1+2008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TG9bDj84AUI/AAAAAAAAAPc/sl1dTpmV9FU/s1600/DSC00224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507720986045710658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TG9bDj84AUI/AAAAAAAAAPc/sl1dTpmV9FU/s320/DSC00224.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TG9cIGHFCuI/AAAAAAAAAQk/MMgsm3Dhg0M/s1600/Image328-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507722163446418146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TG9cIGHFCuI/AAAAAAAAAQk/MMgsm3Dhg0M/s320/Image328-001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TG9cG_a2OAI/AAAAAAAAAQc/EdDtrIVkUhc/s1600/DSC00345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507722144470415362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TG9cG_a2OAI/AAAAAAAAAQc/EdDtrIVkUhc/s320/DSC00345.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TG9cGKOkFiI/AAAAAAAAAQU/-uJ6clcTaJI/s1600/Image766.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507722130191816226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TG9cGKOkFiI/AAAAAAAAAQU/-uJ6clcTaJI/s320/Image766.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TG9cFL-73BI/AAAAAAAAAQM/edhyWjmTIAA/s1600/DSC03474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507722113483267090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TG9cFL-73BI/AAAAAAAAAQM/edhyWjmTIAA/s320/DSC03474.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TG9cEuiigyI/AAAAAAAAAQE/SL23hjhpwtc/s1600/Prefects+Board+2008-2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507722105579537186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TG9cEuiigyI/AAAAAAAAAQE/SL23hjhpwtc/s320/Prefects+Board+2008-2009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TG9dkXArSHI/AAAAAAAAARM/Uc13N7IJwsE/s1600/Image424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507723748530931826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TG9dkXArSHI/AAAAAAAAARM/Uc13N7IJwsE/s320/Image424.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TG9djUYsKMI/AAAAAAAAARE/C5jgODTVqvw/s1600/Me+and+garrett.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507723730646476994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TG9djUYsKMI/AAAAAAAAARE/C5jgODTVqvw/s320/Me+and+garrett.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TG9di-gZ1CI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/znaxfPoOobI/s1600/Crazy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507723724773250082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TG9di-gZ1CI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/znaxfPoOobI/s320/Crazy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TG9difqEuqI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/2L0AfbXQPWM/s1600/DSC00223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507723716492311202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TG9difqEuqI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/2L0AfbXQPWM/s320/DSC00223.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TG9dhqSDpRI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IO7vobmGvbA/s1600/On+the+stairs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507723702164497682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TG9dhqSDpRI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IO7vobmGvbA/s320/On+the+stairs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures would have been so much cooler if I knew how to put music on my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3474831188688727777-4006108751718473703?l=johannanssj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/feeds/4006108751718473703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3474831188688727777&amp;postID=4006108751718473703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/4006108751718473703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/4006108751718473703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/2010/08/chapter-college.html' title='Chapter - College'/><author><name>Johannan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754063216639270552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TThbICn7XmI/AAAAAAAAARw/dT2zvJdyIhg/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TG9X53pnMfI/AAAAAAAAAOs/YtLY6AFmoV8/s72-c/13062009024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474831188688727777.post-7670956870111601339</id><published>2010-06-27T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T19:57:48.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You never left</title><content type='html'>I asked God to come back into my life and renew me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God answered 'I never left'.&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/3474831188688727777-7670956870111601339?l=johannanssj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/feeds/7670956870111601339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3474831188688727777&amp;postID=7670956870111601339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/7670956870111601339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/7670956870111601339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-never-left.html' title='You never left'/><author><name>Johannan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754063216639270552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TThbICn7XmI/AAAAAAAAARw/dT2zvJdyIhg/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474831188688727777.post-7401711720941054075</id><published>2010-06-18T21:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T21:28:54.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 week return</title><content type='html'>well i have finished ns/plkn for almost a week now. too many things to say bout ns so i better just keep it all to myself and if anyone is interested to know they can ask me personally...i'm home!...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3474831188688727777-7401711720941054075?l=johannanssj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/feeds/7401711720941054075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3474831188688727777&amp;postID=7401711720941054075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/7401711720941054075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/7401711720941054075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/2010/06/1-week-return.html' title='1 week return'/><author><name>Johannan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754063216639270552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TThbICn7XmI/AAAAAAAAARw/dT2zvJdyIhg/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474831188688727777.post-2095590389965000372</id><published>2010-04-01T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T01:48:16.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marching orders</title><content type='html'>technically i should be at national service right now ataupun lebih dikenali sebagai plkn(program latihan khidmat negara). yes i hav been chosen to serve the country. and yes i did try to run from it but well, God gave me the 'jonah' treatment. so right now i will write about my first few days in ns! if you're wondering how am i typing this or is there internet at ns, i'm actually at home after being given permission to celebrate Good Friday and Easter with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well if u go somewhere with a heavy heart its never gonna be easy. yea all i thought about on the first day was basically why did i hav to get ns. and no i did not cry. but i did feel like it haha. but over the course of the next few days i could see it wasnt so bad as described to me by a fren(the fren said stuff like the chicken is so hard that when you throw it at someone they can die). met some people and did all the stuff that u do during the first few days at camp. at ns i even found out how much influence mr huan has in melaka. so many of them know the skor A man. i mean, one guy told me i looked familiar and asked my for my name. when i said johannan he was like 'johannan the sim?' aiyo....(thats what mr huan of skor A fame referred to me by)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the biggest highlight is probably shaving bald. no dun ask me for pictures. if it was painful to me imagine how the metrosexuals would feel. could see some of them with teary eyes as the grim reaper of hair used his scythe shaver to reap the life from our hair. and as i was sitting there waiting for my turn i came up with the 'Top 5 things not to say to a guy after shaving bald because of national service'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. did u do something with your hair?&lt;br /&gt;2. wow it sure is h-airy today(this is a pun if u dont get it nvm)&lt;br /&gt;3. cheer up it'll grow back in about 6 months&lt;br /&gt;4. just now better la&lt;br /&gt;5. do i know u?&lt;br /&gt;the last one probably hurts the most if their gf says that to them cos it just shows how much the hair meant in their relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea thats a summary of my first few days of ns! probably wun be writing more any blog posts for awhile. christians please pray for me, right now i am jonah after being thrown up by the whale, God has given me a chance to prepare myself properly for ns again and i will be going to nineveh soon to do wat He wants me to. thank you, GBU and see u in a few months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3474831188688727777-2095590389965000372?l=johannanssj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/feeds/2095590389965000372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3474831188688727777&amp;postID=2095590389965000372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/2095590389965000372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/2095590389965000372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/2010/04/marching-orders.html' title='Marching orders'/><author><name>Johannan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754063216639270552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TThbICn7XmI/AAAAAAAAARw/dT2zvJdyIhg/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474831188688727777.post-2704390889584314177</id><published>2010-03-04T04:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T05:19:52.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rude sial</title><content type='html'>What do you say to your friends as you are about to part ways? Usually people say a simple goodbye or see you soon or if you're a lovey-dovey couple you will give the most emotional goodbye knowing you're gonna sms them or something the moment their out of your sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day i went out cycling with my buddy matthew lee aka the rude kid. As we were about to part ways this was the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matthew : cut your nails la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;johannan : one nail broke the other day. i bit it off by accident(another reason i hav long nails to prevent myself from biting them. i know i know its a bad habit but whose perfect la tell me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matthew : eww imagine where ur nails have gone, touch grass, mud and the rust on your bicycle. hey you can be rust man. malaysian iron man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;johannan : nono i'm the arch-nemesis of iron man i touch him and he rusts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matthew : haha(not the happy haha but the sarcastic haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;johannan : daym rude sial. you can be nerd man la nono you can be chinaman la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matthew : no i'm a chinese man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;johannan : no you're a stupid chinese man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea thats how we say goodbye. always with a sarcastic note. but sometimes the more sarcastic you are to someone the more u care for them haha. so when i say that all of you reading this have nothing better to do and better go get a life, you know i care :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3474831188688727777-2704390889584314177?l=johannanssj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/feeds/2704390889584314177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3474831188688727777&amp;postID=2704390889584314177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/2704390889584314177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/2704390889584314177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/2010/03/rude-sial.html' title='Rude sial'/><author><name>Johannan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754063216639270552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TThbICn7XmI/AAAAAAAAARw/dT2zvJdyIhg/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474831188688727777.post-3728808849441064109</id><published>2010-02-11T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T07:27:35.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working Class Hero</title><content type='html'>I'm proud to announce that i shall now write my first post for 2010!!!! Yea i know i lambat macam kura-kura but haven't really had anything good to blog about but now i do! My first working experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of you know I had a short stint working as a promoter at Parkson Melaka Mall. Parkson was having a warehouse sale and they needed many extra hands so I thought why not? I applied through the Outfitters Studio, a clothing store. Don't need the boring details bout my interview. I started work on the 25th of January and finished on the 8th of February and I sold clothing from the brand Snails Original(I've noticed many clothing lines have animal names e.g. cheetah, camel, crocodile, what gives?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of telling my day to day experiences I'd rather share a few interesting moments. Some sweet and some bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A customer comes up to me and starts talking in chinese. So I say i don't know chinese. He looks at me for awhile and asks me what is my name. Johannan. What is my surname? Sim. ''Chinese dunno chinese ah? No FUTURE!'' pissing isn't it(there were many incidents like this where racists just could not accept the fact that i could not speak chinese but this was the most distinct of all la)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I see a young girl bout maybe 5 or 6 years old running around and grabbing smaller kids she did not know(not grab by the hand but like really wrestling type of grabbing). Her parents didn't seem to be very bothered even when she ran off out of their sight. Trying to be a good employee I followed her while my co-worker informed her parents. As I was looking for her a younger girl bout maybe 2 or 3 years old came from around a corner crying her lungs out and ran to her mother. The mother was like asking why why what happened and lo and behold she points in my direction!!! All the workers around there went like 'ah, johannan buat budak nangis!' shocked i look behind me and there is that wrestler girl peeping from around the corner. i point to her to try and defend myself but when i look back again shes gone...so from then on some of my co-workers call me 'make baby cry'(the parents of the girl who cried luckily were very understanding and let me explain myself later but as for the wrestler girl's parents they just act like nothing happened and bring her home!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. One male customer comes by my bin carrying a baby. He looks at what i'm selling and feels like trying some on. He releases his baby carrying thingi and takes his baby and says to me 'nah pegang'. Needless to say it was a very akward moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Our whole day is filled with the same music being played over and over again due to the deejay not feeling bored of listening to the same freaking music for 15 days, so sometimes i dance or move to the rhythm of the song and one of the songs that kept playing over and over again is that annoying mickey mouse song. 'oh mickey you're so fine you're so something something hey mickey' so sometimes i would be doing some random dance move to amuse myself and my co-workers. problem is the occasional customer would sometimes get a chance to see me in action haha...i think there were two. one man's mouth hung open watching me, another woman came up to me and said 'very nice!' haha...she came back the next day and asked me 'no dancing today?' maybe she came back to see me dance again haha(perasan) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. chief minister of melaka came and sat nearby when i was eating. maybe nothing special to some people but for me its kinda cool to see a bigshot you always see on tv so nearby :0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are probably a few more interesting moments but really work has been a fun experience throughout. a big shout out to my fellow co-workers who helped make the job much less boring and stressful(its like war on weekends). thank God for sustaining me throughout my work experience and helping me see many sides of people i have never seen before, to learn and accept people as they are, to learn not to judge people just because they are different and to remember He loves every single person that i came across. forgive me God if i did not heed your call at work and thank you for giving me a chance to earn so money as well ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/S3QhSItLg4I/AAAAAAAAANs/0rF-aZt94Us/s1600-h/Image985.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437007245601375106" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/S3QhSItLg4I/AAAAAAAAANs/0rF-aZt94Us/s320/Image985.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Co-workers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/S3QhRs7jgPI/AAAAAAAAANk/hzafPgaywwg/s1600-h/Image983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437007238145474802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/S3QhRs7jgPI/AAAAAAAAANk/hzafPgaywwg/s320/Image983.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Co-workers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/S3QhRGz_WYI/AAAAAAAAANc/--R0uVHxmk8/s1600-h/07022010132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437007227913197954" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/S3QhRGz_WYI/AAAAAAAAANc/--R0uVHxmk8/s320/07022010132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Co-workers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/S3QhQVgh7wI/AAAAAAAAANU/itkHS00pSYY/s1600-h/Image975.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437007214678241026" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/S3QhQVgh7wI/AAAAAAAAANU/itkHS00pSYY/s320/Image975.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Buat emo when supposed to be working&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/S3QhPkRxT-I/AAAAAAAAANM/quHkXQBoC2c/s1600-h/DSC00719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437007201462996962" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/S3QhPkRxT-I/AAAAAAAAANM/quHkXQBoC2c/s320/DSC00719.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh that's the baby that i had to carry. His name is Aziq :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3474831188688727777-3728808849441064109?l=johannanssj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/feeds/3728808849441064109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3474831188688727777&amp;postID=3728808849441064109' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/3728808849441064109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/3728808849441064109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/2010/02/working-class-hero.html' title='Working Class Hero'/><author><name>Johannan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754063216639270552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TThbICn7XmI/AAAAAAAAARw/dT2zvJdyIhg/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/S3QhSItLg4I/AAAAAAAAANs/0rF-aZt94Us/s72-c/Image985.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474831188688727777.post-4824480707555203845</id><published>2009-12-24T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T09:40:35.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming of age</title><content type='html'>my first post-spm blog post. i feel old. seriously. why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i went for youth camp not so long after spm. all the youths there were new and young, and i was considered senior. not so long ago i was junior and always the one getting 'colgated' by seniors and all that but at that camp i could boss the younger ones(that's the fun part) around and lead a whole lot of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i used to hate listening to lite.fm cos of its 'old, outdated songs' but recently i heard songs that i used to listen to, USED to listen to on lite.fm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i followed my mom around to get a bunch of appliances fixed and at every repair shop they said the same thing to each appliance 'this wan old model'. i remember when my mom first bought all those stuff!!!! they're outdated, old, replaceable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i've come of age, i think. i'm 17. woah. i've been through alot my secondary school life. now that chapter has ended and a new one begins soon probably when i start uni or college. i need You God(u think God don't read blogs?) to guide me to where You want me to go. thank You for not letting me go and always forgiving me. You are the one who never leaves or forsakes. lead me into this new chapter and keep me from falling, amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and to You Jesus, happy birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blessed christmas to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3474831188688727777-4824480707555203845?l=johannanssj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/feeds/4824480707555203845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3474831188688727777&amp;postID=4824480707555203845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/4824480707555203845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/4824480707555203845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/2009/12/coming-of-age.html' title='Coming of age'/><author><name>Johannan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754063216639270552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TThbICn7XmI/AAAAAAAAARw/dT2zvJdyIhg/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474831188688727777.post-4287927785544574274</id><published>2009-10-24T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T06:02:01.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Karaoke</title><content type='html'>My dad has bought a karaoke set...A KARAOKE SET!!! why in the world would my family need a karaoke set? this is my reaction to my dad's purchase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : dy(how i call my dad) why u buy karaoke set?&lt;br /&gt;dad : for me and ur brother and sister to sing la you dun wan nvm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i go and ask my bro and sis and they say no they dont want to sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : dy they say dun wan leh&lt;br /&gt;dad : nvm la i sing by myself~&lt;br /&gt;me : ...&lt;br /&gt;mom : *laughing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad has a weird sense of humour...i think he actually wants to call my relatives over during CNY and hav a big celebration(me and my family dont celebrate CNY but my dad's side does so just layan la ntg against CNY but i'm christian)...btw the set doesn't a microphone so for the time being we'll be just listening to the music booming from the loud speakers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SuL50c-dAyI/AAAAAAAAAMk/gV7ZzABSJe0/s1600-h/Image806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396149983069930274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SuL50c-dAyI/AAAAAAAAAMk/gV7ZzABSJe0/s320/Image806.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; song playing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SuL5z1Kd4YI/AAAAAAAAAMc/7FSnimw4lCc/s1600-h/Image805.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396149972382900610" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SuL5z1Kd4YI/AAAAAAAAAMc/7FSnimw4lCc/s320/Image805.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; speakers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SuL5zrn9FgI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Y-nLtCKZOko/s1600-h/Image804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396149969822225922" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SuL5zrn9FgI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Y-nLtCKZOko/s320/Image804.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the gadget with alot of buttons thingi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SuL5zNmVFnI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Hfq5FehgDn8/s1600-h/Image803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396149961762346610" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SuL5zNmVFnI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Hfq5FehgDn8/s320/Image803.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the gadget again someone tell me what is it called...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;richard marx - right here waiting was playing when i took these pictures...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3474831188688727777-4287927785544574274?l=johannanssj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/feeds/4287927785544574274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3474831188688727777&amp;postID=4287927785544574274' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/4287927785544574274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/4287927785544574274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/2009/10/karaoke.html' title='Karaoke'/><author><name>Johannan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754063216639270552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TThbICn7XmI/AAAAAAAAARw/dT2zvJdyIhg/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SuL50c-dAyI/AAAAAAAAAMk/gV7ZzABSJe0/s72-c/Image806.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474831188688727777.post-6439864927798513044</id><published>2009-10-16T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T10:03:05.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1</title><content type='html'>heard the latest concep? no no not 1malaysia that's old news...the latest concep is konsep 1toilet...for those of you who are thinking that this another one of johannan's cold jokes its not...the latest thing to come for the education ministry of malaysia...saying that schools now are allowed to combine the students' toilets with the teachers'...it is meant to give the student the feeling of being on the same level with their educators, to make them feel as smart as their teachers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'brilliant'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;students in school sometimes have no tables and chairs, students in the weaker classes are wasting their time in school when they can be learning a skill to work on, students having no school uniforms,...and all they could discuss at their meetings were about combining toilets??!!!! that really, really disgusts me...i can see myself soon(if st. david follows up on this concep) saying good morning to teachers while exiting the toilet when they are running in at full speed to do their business...'pagi cikgu'. 'pagi  johannan tolong ke tepi cikgu nak kencing'....ish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next thing we'll be hearing is konsep 1rambut - everyone will hav the same haircut, if its bald all go bald, mohawk, emo, etc or konsep 1begtangan - everyone must use the same handbag(all the girls go NOO) or worse konsep 1kereta - all drive kancil....i dont have anything against 1malaysia i actually really love it but i think it should have been introduced 52 years ago...but konsep 1jamban, not the right thing to do in my opinion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christianity has a 1 concep too, 1body....the body of Christ...He's the head, and we're all part of it...probably i'm part of the jujenum or something but that's not the point...its main purpose is for us to know we are a body...when the toes hurt the jujenum feels it too(jujenum is part of the intestine if my bio knowledge serves me right) meaning we ought to be sensitive to one another!!! do you feel hurt when a fellow believer is hurting, do you feel God's hurt when someone is hurting, do you feel God's hurt when you hurt someone else or you yourself are hurt? if i have hurt any of you who are reading this i am sincerely sorry for not being a good christian...forgiving is never easy but with amazing grace its possible(i'm speaking from experience) and you can never forget most definitely...sometimes the feeling to hate that person again comes back but you know what His grace is sufficient for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've strayed very far from the 1 topic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm at least i was able to get some message across...1malaysia is just a replica of the concep God gave us when he said 'This is my command, that you love one another' its in john somewhere...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3474831188688727777-6439864927798513044?l=johannanssj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/feeds/6439864927798513044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3474831188688727777&amp;postID=6439864927798513044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/6439864927798513044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/6439864927798513044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/2009/10/1.html' title='1'/><author><name>Johannan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754063216639270552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TThbICn7XmI/AAAAAAAAARw/dT2zvJdyIhg/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474831188688727777.post-5397079588325920744</id><published>2009-09-11T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T10:29:49.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Radioheadless II</title><content type='html'>in reference to the earlier post...&lt;br /&gt;has anyone noticed that the 3 major eng radio stations in malaysia are connected alphabetically?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mix.fm&lt;br /&gt;fly.fm&lt;br /&gt;hitz.fm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;notice the x, y, z pretty cool...the next radio station should end with 'w'...my radio station? thank you for putting dreams in my head those who hav supported the suggestion...well here are some possible names ending with 'w' :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brew.fm - for all your coffee needs&lt;br /&gt;dew.fm - for refreshing morning songs&lt;br /&gt;new.fm - new songs&lt;br /&gt;pew.fm - for all those who are getting married&lt;br /&gt;cashew.fm - songs bout food?&lt;br /&gt;ha-chiew.fm - health songs promote anti-h1n1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next on my list. has anyone noticed how certain christian music singers like to grow their beard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SqqG5PWfu_I/AAAAAAAAAME/C7PamfMAD0w/s1600-h/ch.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380261022779030514" style="WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SqqG5PWfu_I/AAAAAAAAAME/C7PamfMAD0w/s320/ch.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Charlie Hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SqqG46cZnNI/AAAAAAAAAL8/s0BelCXNNvE/s1600-h/DCB.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380261017166650578" style="WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SqqG46cZnNI/AAAAAAAAAL8/s0BelCXNNvE/s320/DCB.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; David Crowder of David Crowder Band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be a good christian musician first and foremost grow a beard(food for thought)! (i could onli get small pictures go to yahoo or something to see more)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take a good listen at both these songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6RGcb7alSk0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6RGcb7alSk0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome God - Hillsong United&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uZZ-1VD64ZM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uZZ-1VD64ZM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordin Sparks - Battlefield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesn't the chorus of the 2nd song sounds alot like the first song which is a chorus all the way -.-''&lt;br /&gt;similar? u decide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3474831188688727777-5397079588325920744?l=johannanssj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/feeds/5397079588325920744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3474831188688727777&amp;postID=5397079588325920744' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/5397079588325920744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/5397079588325920744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/2009/09/radioheadless-ii.html' title='Radioheadless II'/><author><name>Johannan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754063216639270552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TThbICn7XmI/AAAAAAAAARw/dT2zvJdyIhg/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SqqG5PWfu_I/AAAAAAAAAME/C7PamfMAD0w/s72-c/ch.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474831188688727777.post-9087601103610714406</id><published>2009-08-24T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T21:59:31.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Radioheadless</title><content type='html'>I turn on the radio to 93.0 hitz and listen to cobra starship - good girls go bad and then turn to 94.0 fly and listen to that new black eyed peas song where they keep saying tonight's gonna be a good night and then cobra starship comes on again. After that i turn to 91.1 mix and that black eyed peas song is playing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are there no good songs on the radio nowadays??!!! other than taylor swift, daughtry and david archuleta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day God willing i'll start my own radio station&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3474831188688727777-9087601103610714406?l=johannanssj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/feeds/9087601103610714406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3474831188688727777&amp;postID=9087601103610714406' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/9087601103610714406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/9087601103610714406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/2009/08/radioheadless.html' title='Radioheadless'/><author><name>Johannan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754063216639270552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TThbICn7XmI/AAAAAAAAARw/dT2zvJdyIhg/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474831188688727777.post-7654836770113264023</id><published>2009-07-29T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T08:02:21.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo post</title><content type='html'>probably i will forgive you one day...&lt;br /&gt;probably one day i will forget the fights we had and particularly the latest that made me stop talking to you..&lt;br /&gt;probably one day i could think of our friendship and not feel hurt...&lt;br /&gt;probably one day i would stop regretting letting you so deep into my life...&lt;br /&gt;probably, one day, God willing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry i was never good enough for you, to the point of being so easily forgotten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bb7TSGptd3Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bb7TSGptd3Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3474831188688727777-7654836770113264023?l=johannanssj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/feeds/7654836770113264023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3474831188688727777&amp;postID=7654836770113264023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/7654836770113264023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/7654836770113264023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/2009/07/emo-post.html' title='Emo post'/><author><name>Johannan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754063216639270552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TThbICn7XmI/AAAAAAAAARw/dT2zvJdyIhg/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474831188688727777.post-4087527987512593544</id><published>2009-06-28T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T06:55:21.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MJ tribute</title><content type='html'>Its been 3 days since michael jackson's death yea? but he remains dead no 'surprise im still alive' from him...the king of pop has passed on...his body in the morgue...resting in peace(hopefully)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days after Jesus died his followers could not find his body...He was alive...the King of heaven and earth ressurected...his body still bearing the scars...now in heaven(definitely)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this undermines the difference between these two kings, one lives, one is dead...lets pay attention to the living shall we? (no offense to michael jackson fans i do lik his songs but i wasnt one who grew up with his songs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ could stand for michael jackson but to me it stands for My Jesus..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3474831188688727777-4087527987512593544?l=johannanssj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/feeds/4087527987512593544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3474831188688727777&amp;postID=4087527987512593544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/4087527987512593544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/4087527987512593544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/2009/06/mj-tribute.html' title='MJ tribute'/><author><name>Johannan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754063216639270552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TThbICn7XmI/AAAAAAAAARw/dT2zvJdyIhg/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474831188688727777.post-8689154553928475512</id><published>2009-06-21T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T07:34:01.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yuna Ito/Movies/Flirt</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IZaDXzOcK38&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IZaDXzOcK38&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've fallen in love with her voice...mesmerising &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched 13 movies the last holidays woohoo!! but i havent watched movies like terminator and star trek!!!! a special thanks to all those how lent me their cds(pirated or ori) or downloaded them for me... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And recently a fren from 5sc3 branded me a flirt!!!! oh no!!! am i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3474831188688727777-8689154553928475512?l=johannanssj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/feeds/8689154553928475512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3474831188688727777&amp;postID=8689154553928475512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/8689154553928475512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/8689154553928475512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/2009/06/yuna-ito.html' title='Yuna Ito/Movies/Flirt'/><author><name>Johannan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754063216639270552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TThbICn7XmI/AAAAAAAAARw/dT2zvJdyIhg/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474831188688727777.post-8414540402412651982</id><published>2009-05-30T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T05:28:47.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Transition period</title><content type='html'>mid term is over!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exam stress-until-connect-to-life story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the stress i had during the exams, when i was cleaning my toilet one day, i broke the broom thingi! I guess the f cos force was just too much for it(physics). How i wish it was made of a composite material(chemistry) instead of wood(biology) and i should have remembered that anger wasnt gonna get me anywhere(sivik) but what would hav been the probability of it breaking(modern math)? I've never had any experience breaking brooms before(sejarah)! Now i would have to go and buy a new broom(accounts). Anyone knows the price index for a broom(add math)? I think i'll go to that malay sundry shop(B. malaysia) or maybe that chinaman's(chinese) shop and buy some made in england(english) broom for better quality. Then apologise to my mom(moral) and pray to God(bible knowledge) i dun break another broom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SiEmISgd0kI/AAAAAAAAAK0/anQ201e2o5I/s1600-h/Image505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341592556886938178" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SiEmISgd0kI/AAAAAAAAAK0/anQ201e2o5I/s320/Image505.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to prove that i did break a broom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this might be a very dumb post but what the heck its the holidays&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3474831188688727777-8414540402412651982?l=johannanssj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/feeds/8414540402412651982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3474831188688727777&amp;postID=8414540402412651982' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/8414540402412651982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/8414540402412651982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/2009/05/transition-period.html' title='Transition period'/><author><name>Johannan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754063216639270552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TThbICn7XmI/AAAAAAAAARw/dT2zvJdyIhg/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SiEmISgd0kI/AAAAAAAAAK0/anQ201e2o5I/s72-c/Image505.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474831188688727777.post-2755095849881764005</id><published>2009-05-23T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T05:29:07.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A picture speaks a thousand words</title><content type='html'>this is gonna be my first picture blog post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/ShfWkPKfSYI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/AFmKo2hpLSs/s1600-h/Image453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338971801305172354" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/ShfWkPKfSYI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/AFmKo2hpLSs/s320/Image453.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; dried flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/ShfWj4wTPbI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/AMkqr3Et6z4/s1600-h/Image451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338971795289750962" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/ShfWj4wTPbI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/AMkqr3Et6z4/s320/Image451.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; illustrated me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/ShfWjqJ4qPI/AAAAAAAAAJs/fTi6q_ebOcM/s1600-h/Image449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338971791370529010" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/ShfWjqJ4qPI/AAAAAAAAAJs/fTi6q_ebOcM/s320/Image449.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; class t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/ShfWjg-RJMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/UkI04pl0x14/s1600-h/Image284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338971788905882818" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/ShfWjg-RJMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/UkI04pl0x14/s320/Image284.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; teacher's words of wisdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/ShfWjaWBYGI/AAAAAAAAAJc/hLJVaxxirWU/s1600-h/Image125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338971787126464610" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/ShfWjaWBYGI/AAAAAAAAAJc/hLJVaxxirWU/s320/Image125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; one of my last bio experiments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/ShfYIRxVZhI/AAAAAAAAAKs/9beYiscdfyg/s1600-h/Image157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338973519991891474" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/ShfYIRxVZhI/AAAAAAAAAKs/9beYiscdfyg/s320/Image157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; prefects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/ShfXrNMuYeI/AAAAAAAAAKk/g93FvniLGQU/s1600-h/Image285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338973020548391394" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/ShfXrNMuYeI/AAAAAAAAAKk/g93FvniLGQU/s320/Image285.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; God's promise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/ShfXq3knkdI/AAAAAAAAAKc/bd7Bs6XSjf8/s1600-h/Image099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338973014743028178" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/ShfXq3knkdI/AAAAAAAAAKc/bd7Bs6XSjf8/s320/Image099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; pig head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/ShfXqlRgmkI/AAAAAAAAAKU/emeMtQNmVQs/s1600-h/Food.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338973009831041602" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/ShfXqlRgmkI/AAAAAAAAAKU/emeMtQNmVQs/s320/Food.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; lip-smacking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/ShfXqVLbdrI/AAAAAAAAAKM/0W_-d0SNnHk/s1600-h/Image503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338973005510571698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/ShfXqVLbdrI/AAAAAAAAAKM/0W_-d0SNnHk/s320/Image503.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; try it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/ShfXqOngQxI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Ao4riH5RYKc/s1600-h/Image484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338973003749278482" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/ShfXqOngQxI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Ao4riH5RYKc/s320/Image484.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;memories of kindergarten&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3474831188688727777-2755095849881764005?l=johannanssj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/feeds/2755095849881764005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3474831188688727777&amp;postID=2755095849881764005' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/2755095849881764005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/2755095849881764005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/2009/05/picture-speaks-thousand-words.html' title='A picture speaks a thousand words'/><author><name>Johannan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754063216639270552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TThbICn7XmI/AAAAAAAAARw/dT2zvJdyIhg/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/ShfWkPKfSYI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/AFmKo2hpLSs/s72-c/Image453.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474831188688727777.post-6851821635253542337</id><published>2009-04-24T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T12:14:00.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Used to?</title><content type='html'>I realised this recently that this can never be said about God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything that God used to love?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3474831188688727777-6851821635253542337?l=johannanssj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/feeds/6851821635253542337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3474831188688727777&amp;postID=6851821635253542337' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/6851821635253542337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/6851821635253542337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/2009/04/used-to.html' title='Used to?'/><author><name>Johannan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754063216639270552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TThbICn7XmI/AAAAAAAAARw/dT2zvJdyIhg/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474831188688727777.post-1667896550072395771</id><published>2009-04-02T08:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T08:05:16.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friday/Easter part 1.</title><content type='html'>hopefully there will be a part 2...need lots of prayers right now...st david cf is preparing for a major easter celebration in skool(worship, skit and speaker) so please pray that it will go well and touch lives...also for CLA easter performances...thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3474831188688727777-1667896550072395771?l=johannanssj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TThbICn7XmI/AAAAAAAAARw/dT2zvJdyIhg/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474831188688727777.post-9105090543285252758</id><published>2009-03-26T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T06:28:28.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Hour?</title><content type='html'>earth hour..all talking bout it..off your lights for one hour on such and such a date...one hour onli? one hour for earth? go ahead...do your part...don't just off your lights for one hour...take care of earth every single day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine a guy walking to the side of the road and throws away his plastic cup by the side of someone's house...i asked him are you going to off your lights for earth hour? he said yes and i said dont bother you already contributed to its destruction...helo???? if u can't dispose of simple rubbish properly you want to save the earth??? its a very common problem among malaysians...pakai buang saja sampah di merata-rata...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go ahead and off your lights for one hour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. if u reali are an earth loving must save it person then im not referrring to you lar...and whether i off my lights or not isnt reali up to me to decide simply cos i dont hav my own house...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3474831188688727777-9105090543285252758?l=johannanssj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/feeds/9105090543285252758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3474831188688727777&amp;postID=9105090543285252758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an eng essay i wrote in class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write a story beginning with ''He/She asked me a question that shocked me''.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she asked me a question that shocked me. he question was 'Do I look fat in this outfit?'. I was baffled. a question unanswerable to any man since it was first used. if i said 'no' she would say i'm lying, if i said 'yes' she would kill me and if i said i don't know she would ask me to make up my mind which would bring me back to my first 2 options. how could this happen?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it all started when the great malaysian sale came around. she asked me to go shopping with her. being newlyweds i did not know the danger of going shopping with your wife so i went along and to make things worse i brought along my credit card. i should have known we were heading for trouble when she chose the entrance closest to theclothes department. ''honey what are we doing in the clothes department?' i asked. 'why shopping for clothes of course' was her reply. 'but i don't need any clothes' i said. 'well i do!' she replied...being a loyal and good husband i went along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there i was as my wife went about her shopping spree. so many brands! with all the wierd names i could only remember the brand gucci because it sounded lik poochy, my dog when i was little. anyway, all of a sudden my wife called out to me to go to her. little did i know she was going to ask 'the question!' 'honey do i look fat in this outfit?' at that instant dark clouds shrouded my mind. what should i reply? i want to be honest but i just don't think honesty is the best policy at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank God for friends. suddenly, a friend of my wife shouted from a distance. my wife was distracted and started talking to her. it was then that i knew i just had to run and so i did. the first thing i did was pick up my cell phone and call my best friend tan ah teck. 'ah teck, help me!' what do i say when my wife asks me 'the question!' he was speechless... ''its never happened to me before! you better call apu and ask him, he has the most experience among us'' he replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i put down the phone and dialled apu's number. it was all in my head, a list of emergency numbers, 'helo, this is apu.' 'apu, my wife asked me 'the question!'. 'i'm having my aromatheraphy bath at the moment' he replied. 'i don't care! help me!' i shouted. 'my mind is too calm right now, all i can say is look into your heart and you will find the answer'' came his 'calm' reply... thank God for friends eventhough they are completely useless sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to starbucks to think of what to do. as i was drinking my coffee i wondered what made me fear 'the question!' so much. going down memory lane i remembered the cause of my parents' divorce. she asked him that very same question in which he did not reply. they argued and divorced soon after. being a kid i could never really understand why would they divorce over a question. to prevent the same thing happening to me, i mustured the courage to call my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'helo peter! what a pleasant surprise! why did you call?' 'mom i really need your help, jac just asked me the question you asked dad...i know its a sensitive issue but i need to know what to say...i don't want my marriage to end before it even got going...' i said. 'you silly boy, i never really told you the truth about me and your dad, i guess this is a good time to tell you what actually happened' she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom told me that the divorce had nothing to do with 'the question!' but more of just a failure to communicate. my dad never really cared about my mom. she told me to tell jac the truth but at the same time show that i cared enough to reply instead of not saying anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been 2 hours since i abandoned jac. with newfound strength i went back to the clothes department and there she was after 2 hours and still talking to her friend. 'peter, where have you been? you still haven't answered my question, do i look fat in this outfit?' she asked. imagine that, after 2 hours she still had the outfit on and was still waiting for my opinion. 'dear, i love you no matter what and i think that outfit looks really good on you' i said. 'oh thank you dear, that means alot!' i asked her, 'honey why does my opinion matter so much? your friend was right here and you could hav asked her'. 'honey your opinion mattered the most because its valentine's day tomorrow and i wanted to wear something you liked' she replied. i was speechless, what was i running from??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from that moment on i vowed to always be truthful and loving to my wife. funny how a question that tore my parents apart brought me and my wife closer together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3474831188688727777-3379628606196449428?l=johannanssj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/feeds/3379628606196449428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3474831188688727777&amp;postID=3379628606196449428' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/3379628606196449428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/3379628606196449428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/2009/03/she-asked-me-question-that-shocked-me.html' title='She asked me a question that shocked me'/><author><name>Johannan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754063216639270552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TThbICn7XmI/AAAAAAAAARw/dT2zvJdyIhg/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474831188688727777.post-6855137308580105069</id><published>2009-02-27T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T09:14:17.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A story more or less</title><content type='html'>i want to tell everyone a personal experience of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other day, sports day, i was walking home from skool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after quite a distance i remembered something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something important&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very important&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so important that i could not just let it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what was it?&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;i cycled to skool...:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3474831188688727777-6855137308580105069?l=johannanssj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/feeds/6855137308580105069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TThbICn7XmI/AAAAAAAAARw/dT2zvJdyIhg/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474831188688727777.post-8515930242920159352</id><published>2009-01-31T08:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T08:24:27.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weaker/Stronger?</title><content type='html'>i thank God that i did not learn chinese as a kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that i would be able to see how racist some chinese speaking people can be to those who can't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thank God i was born to an average family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that i could see how the high and rich would treat those who aren't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thank God i was born and raised in Melaka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i could see how others would compare me to those in better states...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thank God for forgiving me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i could see how much He loves me no matter how terrible a person i am...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3474831188688727777-8515930242920159352?l=johannanssj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/feeds/8515930242920159352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3474831188688727777&amp;postID=8515930242920159352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/8515930242920159352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/8515930242920159352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/2009/01/weakerstronger.html' title='Weaker/Stronger?'/><author><name>Johannan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754063216639270552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TThbICn7XmI/AAAAAAAAARw/dT2zvJdyIhg/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474831188688727777.post-6499351281139687761</id><published>2009-01-27T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T20:16:08.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's it called?</title><content type='html'>CNY is something i will think bout sharing in the future i'm bored at home now so while talking to a fren bout names i wanted to list down the names i hav been bestowed with over the years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, close frens - jo, hannan(first derivative dy/dx those who dunno this is calculus)&lt;br /&gt;dad - boy&lt;br /&gt;bro, sis - nan(second derivative d2y/dx2 calculus also)&lt;br /&gt;bullies when i std 1 - jahanam&lt;br /&gt;mr danny(eng teacher) - johanNAN(gets louder at the end)&lt;br /&gt;certain church frens - pablo&lt;br /&gt;certain skool frens - mis nannahoj (name the other way round)&lt;br /&gt;pastor james - johainen&lt;br /&gt;small form 1 kids in skool who dunno how to say my name - johnathan&lt;br /&gt;a football coach i once knew - julaina -.-''''''&lt;br /&gt;eunice - dad(i call her mom...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sure thats not the end sure got alot more different translations of my name in the future...&lt;br /&gt;one more thing got people complain my blog too many words so i put picture also la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296191561507646978" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SX_aKi4VrgI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ut5xm7nttJ8/s320/Tribal+Boss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy cny to all celebrating hope u all got good 'harvest' for those not married...&lt;br /&gt;(from chief running water from the red indian tribe of melaka)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3474831188688727777-6499351281139687761?l=johannanssj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/feeds/6499351281139687761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3474831188688727777&amp;postID=6499351281139687761' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/6499351281139687761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Treasure</title><content type='html'>Honestly i don't know what my post title means it just sounds cool hopefully as i write it will mean something...well new year is here but it did little effect to me...probably the thought of skool and spm again la...but the past few days before and after new year i had mixed feelings sometimes felt excited, happy, hopeful but at other times totally emo, upset, depressed...flargh the teen mood swings! Well 2009 spells spm for all form 5s including me(cant stop letting those 3 words annoy me!! SPM!!)...less fun more stress, more tuition, more homework and i havent done my moral folio given to us before skool ended last year!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new year resolutions&lt;br /&gt;1. Become a better person(everyway dun ask how)&lt;br /&gt;2. Do well for SPM&lt;br /&gt;3. Have a meaningful year(i feel that 2008 wasnt a very fulfilling year for me)&lt;br /&gt;4. Be emo less&lt;br /&gt;5. Actually folo my resolutions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa(God) provide a great year for me and my peers, give us wisdom to make the right choices, protect us, bless the year for Your will... My new year's treasure is still to know that God is still by my side..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SV4lK3kPmVI/AAAAAAAAAH8/KBBRvxVqwHs/s1600-h/IMG_7029%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286703881224427858" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SV4lK3kPmVI/AAAAAAAAAH8/KBBRvxVqwHs/s320/IMG_7029%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; BLESSED NEW YEAR 2009!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3474831188688727777-2147222597241118645?l=johannanssj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/feeds/2147222597241118645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3474831188688727777&amp;postID=2147222597241118645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/2147222597241118645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/2147222597241118645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-years-treasure.html' title='New Year&apos;s Treasure'/><author><name>Johannan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754063216639270552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TThbICn7XmI/AAAAAAAAARw/dT2zvJdyIhg/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SV4lK3kPmVI/AAAAAAAAAH8/KBBRvxVqwHs/s72-c/IMG_7029%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474831188688727777.post-5446266813021287095</id><published>2008-12-30T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T08:29:49.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December in a flash</title><content type='html'>The last month before the start of 2009 and my SPM year..FLARGH!! Its almost over...so fast? Holidays always seem too short for me...well might as well sum up &lt;em&gt;my december(its a song isnt it?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well december, Christmas month, lots of work to do..spent the first few weeks going for tuition(sad but true) and preparing for Christmas(youth christmas, caroling, service christmas) just do a brief description of each&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youth christmas party...i did worship instead of drama for the first time...and eventhough we practised, the worship did not go accroding to plan, diagnosis - i felt myself not singing to God but more to my interests and when the worship leader is not in tune with God, the team isnt..but God let me &lt;strong&gt;redeem&lt;/strong&gt; myself by doing some funny stints of whose line is it anyway with garrett, davin, david and daniel...yea thank God for a great night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SVpFHAGWmII/AAAAAAAAAG0/hMGA00krzJw/s1600-h/19122008018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285613099260745858" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SVpFHAGWmII/AAAAAAAAAG0/hMGA00krzJw/s320/19122008018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and sis after party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SVpKfi6LrFI/AAAAAAAAAHs/V6bJgREpyOM/s1600-h/19122008012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285619018479938642" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SVpKfi6LrFI/AAAAAAAAAHs/V6bJgREpyOM/s320/19122008012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pastor Les underlining the theme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caroling! well a first for me but it was reali nice...went to big houses and not so big houses...me and pastor les were guitarists, cathy and adyna took turns being the hand signal person or conductor and the rest of my good frens were the lovely voices...one thing i learnt that night is whatever the size of the house or the amount of people there, Jesus was there no matter what, we are celebrating His birthday right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SVpHOw2UnZI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6OXK7ciUrSU/s1600-h/Image048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285615431629184402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SVpHOw2UnZI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6OXK7ciUrSU/s320/Image048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Goofing in van&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SVpHOv4vcoI/AAAAAAAAAHE/VCJWNvHy-Jc/s1600-h/Image040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285615431370896002" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SVpHOv4vcoI/AAAAAAAAAHE/VCJWNvHy-Jc/s320/Image040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SVpHObntRbI/AAAAAAAAAG8/GoFHPr7eZOg/s1600-h/Image041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285615425930741170" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SVpHObntRbI/AAAAAAAAAG8/GoFHPr7eZOg/s320/Image041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pastor Les&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas! The time to love!! We carolled on stage(dat sounded different), christmas drama i played Joseph, listened to sermon, then had lunch with frens and exchanged gifts...a bit of a dull christmas to me, maybe because of the thought of SPM...went for dinner with family to some high class looking restaurant, high prices but food that can be made at home...but had a fun time insulting the place on the way home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SVpKLiiDL-I/AAAAAAAAAHk/4bFrdcXRozM/s1600-h/Image058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285618674781335522" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SVpKLiiDL-I/AAAAAAAAAHk/4bFrdcXRozM/s320/Image058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; David being a sultan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SVpKLCQuruI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ytw6vEjDB3Q/s1600-h/Image057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285618666118754018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SVpKLCQuruI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ytw6vEjDB3Q/s320/Image057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SVpKKnuv5DI/AAAAAAAAAHU/OB1wqHekKCk/s1600-h/Image056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285618658996905010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SVpKKnuv5DI/AAAAAAAAAHU/OB1wqHekKCk/s320/Image056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lunch different angle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and today my sis got her PMR results, she got straight A's! God blessed her as he did to me...lots of people crying, don't remember that happening during my year...sis was crying laughing crying laughing... anyway im proud of her, congrats sis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SVpLW0VhXTI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ay49IHM15iw/s1600-h/Image074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285619968050814258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SVpLW0VhXTI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ay49IHM15iw/s320/Image074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PMR straight A's 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomoro i mean today is New Year's eve, 2008 has had its pros and cons, i've grown this year i hope...God bless the year ahead, let me trust where You guide me, thank You for the year 2008, love you Papa(try calling God this instead) amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3474831188688727777-5446266813021287095?l=johannanssj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/feeds/5446266813021287095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3474831188688727777&amp;postID=5446266813021287095' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/5446266813021287095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/5446266813021287095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-in-flash.html' title='December in a flash'/><author><name>Johannan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754063216639270552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TThbICn7XmI/AAAAAAAAARw/dT2zvJdyIhg/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SVpFHAGWmII/AAAAAAAAAG0/hMGA00krzJw/s72-c/19122008018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474831188688727777.post-7861141938037323473</id><published>2008-12-03T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T07:11:43.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why chickens cross roads</title><content type='html'>In response to matthew lee' cherry tree post(link's at the side for those who haven't read it), i have a reply post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q : Why did the chicken cross the road?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KINDERGARTEN TEACHER:To get to the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARISTOTLE:It is the nature of chickens to crossroads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RONALD REAGAN:I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KARAM SINGH WALIA (TV3 News caster):Seperti yang saudara dapat lihat,kelihatan ayam-ayam itu sedangmelintasjalan, mereka bukan sahaja melintasjalanmalah membuang najis di atas jalan danini adalah pencemaran yang palinghebat di maya pada masa ini. Bapa-bapadan ibu-ibu Ayam haruslah mengambilinisiatif untuk melatih ayam-ayam agarmenahan najis sewaktu melintasjalan, sekian saya suda hidengan.........Ayam di jalan di lintaskan Ayam di reban mati tak makan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAMALHAASAN:Haaaaaa....koliiii...koliiiiiiiiii....e&lt;br /&gt;nnoda koliyei yaaro trap panni, BBQseithittaanga...hhaaaaaa...haaaaaa....manithar purinthu kolla ithu normalchicken allaaaaa...athayum taandi ayamserama...ayam serama...haaa aaaaa !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPERSTAR RAJNI:Kannaaaa....oru chicken neesaapta...100 chicken kanavuleyvarum..ithu naan sollaley..anthamahaan Babaji sonnaaru.Naan enna solrenaa..intha ulagathuleyathigama chicken kill panreambilayum...athigama chicken porichisaapudra pombalayum..healthy ahvaalnthata saritiramey illai....HA HAHA...ithu eppadi irukku..??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JERRY SEINFELD:Why does anyone cross a road? I mean,why doesn't anyone ever think to ask,"What the heck was this chicken doingwalking around all over the place anyway?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIJAYKANTH:Intha ulagathulae motham more than25653.98 million chicken farmirukku...calculate panni paatha enmoolai ellam kolambi...oru nalaikkiennoda medical selavu 2340 rupees50paisa avuthu...4 d past 23 days,naan romba kashta pattu ennidamillatha moolai irruku poi sonnathaleyennai saman pannitanggey..athanalayennoda settle selavu...100,000 rupees65 paisa..ithu ellam naan nadichinadichi save panne sothu...34.89%hilang pannuthe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILL GATES:I have just released the new ChickenOffice 2000, which will not only crossroads, but will lay eggs, file yourimportant documents, and balance your checkbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAHATHIR:You know, I am tired of all this..'apa-nama' chicken-chicken bisnes....theforeign powers should stop interveningin our domestic affairs and justleave our chickens alone..... if theywant to...'apa nama' cross the road,they should be allowed to cross theroad .. Malaysia is a democraticcountry,we let our chickens dowhatever they want to do.... as longas theydon't threaten the Malay unity and tryto topple the government...and if they plan to do so...we won't hesitateto use the ISA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABDULLAH BADAWI:Ini semua adalah khabar anginsahaja...jangan percaya khabar -khabar anginini semua...biasalah ini adalah taktik pembangkang untuk memecah belahkanperpaduan ayam - ayam semua...janganpercaya..jangan percaya....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAMY VELLU :ayyooyoo...belakang cerita lain kali,kita sude bikin banyak jembatan, ituayam musti guna jembatan untuk lintasitu jalan lagi pun kalu itu ayam maupigi jalan-jalan,beritau sama sayajuga, saya bolley buat lebbey banyaktoll.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOHANNAN SIM : why the heck do we want to know? just cook the darn chicken and share it with everyone of these crazy people instead of quarelling bout it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3474831188688727777-7861141938037323473?l=johannanssj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/feeds/7861141938037323473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3474831188688727777&amp;postID=7861141938037323473' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/7861141938037323473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/7861141938037323473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-chickens-cross-roads.html' title='Why chickens cross roads'/><author><name>Johannan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754063216639270552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TThbICn7XmI/AAAAAAAAARw/dT2zvJdyIhg/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474831188688727777.post-6060845731778617930</id><published>2008-11-27T02:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T02:48:05.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Games</title><content type='html'>For the first time ever in my life, i completed an action packed game without cheats!!! For those who dunno, action packed games are games with action(shooting, mission, etc) and cheats are codes that help you cheat in the game(cannot die, unlimited bullets, etc). I'm a terrible gamer i noe...the game i'm talking about is max payne 2 a shooting game...it may not seem like much to many people but it means alot to me!!! Anyway i don't play games often but this year suddenly realised i'm form 4 going on form 5! I won't have many chances to play games anymore! So i got a few cds from frens and played la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Games are nice, when you know how to control yourself, meaning don't play 8 hours a day and don't go screaming *toothpaste* when you don't complete certain stuff...i don't encourage DOTA in any way cos i stopped gaming for a few years and the reason i did that was because i played too much DOTA and i could see it affecting my life(negatively)...so be careful of the games you play...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss football, went camp so long not one single football...i miss football!!! Foot, footy, footootie, footootipooti football....actually i played it the other day during a trip with the prefects to an orphanage, but i'm so unfit, i hardly ran but still ran out of breath...so that sums it up la i need games in my life for excitement, exercise, extra time wasting stuff to do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3474831188688727777-6060845731778617930?l=johannanssj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/feeds/6060845731778617930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3474831188688727777&amp;postID=6060845731778617930' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/6060845731778617930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/6060845731778617930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/2008/11/games.html' title='Games'/><author><name>Johannan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754063216639270552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TThbICn7XmI/AAAAAAAAARw/dT2zvJdyIhg/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474831188688727777.post-168930749138621662</id><published>2008-11-24T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T09:12:05.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NSCFL 2008</title><content type='html'>Well probably i should tell of my experience at NSCFL 2008 since mariel din do a very good job(haha) and matt did talk bout it but more on de message(very deep)...so lets go in order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;day 1(monday)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i enjoyed meeting new people, my group members(group name Carnelian) and my officer, the lovely christina leong...obviously first day very quiet since everyone duno each other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;day 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was chosen as group leader, learnt some basic stuff bout cf, had games where me and matt were in de same group playing games that required height and experience with hand-ball handling games which we both were lacking so kena buli teruk-teruk...had an arguement with a fren(i'm sorry once again) and was disagreeing with the message so actually 2nd day ended not too well for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;day 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was still abit upset bout the previous day, but we had in my opinion the best session of the camp, some personality talk, im melancholy...learning bout cockroaches, then bgr session where to draw the line on a relationship one guy beside me kept shouting dumb stuff...we prepared a lunch for the officers as one of the group leaders we were supposed to organise everyone but i ended up doing the work with the others(nvm servanthood servanthood)...so 3rd day was a positive one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;day 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, matt, mar, dan chia, dan tan, did the morning worship thank God it went well...learnt bout becoming teachers and loving our parents(kinda emotional session)...it rained so alot voted for no games...bonded with my group thru our preparation for a group preformance and realised how God blessed me with a group that respected me and supported me(love u all) really had fun on day 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;day 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd last day of camp, people started saying stuff like 'tomoro last day' or 'so fast camp gonna be over' which is true...today was really diff where we had to go thru 3 hours of silence and solitude with God...not really used to silence so i hav to admit i did almost fall asleep twice...but God was there with us all and it was fulfilling...the silence and fasting ended with prayer and red bean soup...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night, some sort of prom night, formal wear and all that...officers turn to serve us! being served our dinner and watching the officers do funny performances that can never be forgotten...after that each group took turns performing a song to the broken hearted, my group din get to finish the performance la darn...really had a good time and i dare to say it was one of the best nights of my life so far...well ended the night belanja-ing group officer(christina) a drink and playing boggle with one aunty while watching other groups torture their group officers(toothpaste, milo, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;day 6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then it was it, the last day of camp...woke up early to do a card for group officer...then spent the last group session together eating maggi cup...we then had the closing ceremony praising God who returned the favour by pouring out His spirit on the campers for the last time at camp...spent the rest of the time packing and getting signatures, msn, handphone etc...then parting ways to put into action what we have learnt throughout the whole camp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SSrJPdMa5OI/AAAAAAAAAGc/KIcOosyY_qI/s1600-h/Carnelian3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272247581162530018" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SSrJPdMa5OI/AAAAAAAAAGc/KIcOosyY_qI/s320/Carnelian3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *From left(group Carnelian) Hui Yi, Andrea, Zhi Ling, Me, Jessica, Christina, Dennis, Vincent, Gi Hon *missing members Rachel and Chern Zhi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SSrJPTrncaI/AAAAAAAAAGU/pPkLgiDzTTA/s1600-h/NSCFL+2008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272247578609021346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SSrJPTrncaI/AAAAAAAAAGU/pPkLgiDzTTA/s320/NSCFL+2008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Prom night group picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall this camp has been a great experience, learing stuff like the toothpaste story, when we say things that hurt people they can never be taken back just like toothpaste cant be completely put back into the tube, there are great christians all over malaysia, we hav a task at hand in skool, and next time i bath i will check if the door can be locked properly and wun open when people bang on it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You God for mariel forcing me to go for this camp, thank you for a loving and supportive group, a trusting group officer, nice roommates, clean toilets, for Your love, and lots and lots of good memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3474831188688727777-168930749138621662?l=johannanssj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/feeds/168930749138621662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3474831188688727777&amp;postID=168930749138621662' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/168930749138621662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/168930749138621662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/2008/11/nscfl-2008.html' title='NSCFL 2008'/><author><name>Johannan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754063216639270552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TThbICn7XmI/AAAAAAAAARw/dT2zvJdyIhg/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SSrJPdMa5OI/AAAAAAAAAGc/KIcOosyY_qI/s72-c/Carnelian3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474831188688727777.post-6853343196193056339</id><published>2008-11-16T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T19:34:49.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyrics</title><content type='html'>Lyrics make a song...a tune helps too but lyircs are the main substance...alot of my frens say the tune is more important but i disagree the tune only helps...take emo songs for instance...would emo people(no offense im emo sometimes too) listen to emo tunes if the lyrics were like 'what a wonderful world for me a beautiful girl, the sun is shining, so let us keep smiling' i don't think so...or would people play nice love song tunes on wedding days if th lyrics were like 'woe to me, cos all i can see, is this horrible person, in front of me' no right? so conclusion, lyrics make a song...not just some funky tune repeating the same thing...christian songs too...lyrics should have a message not just a tune, and alot of spirit...thats my dream, one day i will write the ultimate worship song! God willing...lyrics please~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3474831188688727777-6853343196193056339?l=johannanssj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/feeds/6853343196193056339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3474831188688727777&amp;postID=6853343196193056339' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/6853343196193056339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/6853343196193056339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/2008/11/lyrics.html' title='Lyrics'/><author><name>Johannan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754063216639270552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TThbICn7XmI/AAAAAAAAARw/dT2zvJdyIhg/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474831188688727777.post-2302468456124427944</id><published>2008-11-13T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T06:46:11.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Missy Project</title><content type='html'>Ever wondered why there is war in the world? Why there are illnesses and diseases, why there is so much pain and suffering in the world and God doesnt seem to do anytng until you feel there is no God? Why innocent children are brutally raped and murdered and God doesnt seem to do anytng?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SHACK a novel by William P. Young deals with the questions bout God's silence at times of suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mackenzie Allan Philips's youngest daughter, Missy, has been abducted during a family vacation and evidence that she may have been brutally murdered in an abandoned shack deep in the Oregon wilderness. Four years later, in the midst of his Great Sadness, Mack receives a suspicious note, apparently from God, inviting him back to that shack for a weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Against his better judgement he arrives at the shack on a wintry afternoon and walks back into his darkest nightmare. What he finds there will change Mack's world forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a world where religion seems to grow increasingly irrelevent THE SHACK wrestles with the timeless question 'Where is God in a world so filled with unspeakable pain?' The answers Mack gets will astound you and perhaps transform you as much as it did him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the passage above is from the back cover of the book...the missy project is something that encourages people who have been inspired by this book to spread the word. I definitely have been inspired to I encourage everyone reading this to get a copy, mine is from MPH makhota melaka, read it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3474831188688727777-2302468456124427944?l=johannanssj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/feeds/2302468456124427944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3474831188688727777&amp;postID=2302468456124427944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/2302468456124427944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/2302468456124427944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/2008/11/missy-project.html' title='The Missy Project'/><author><name>Johannan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754063216639270552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TThbICn7XmI/AAAAAAAAARw/dT2zvJdyIhg/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474831188688727777.post-6701000659655774968</id><published>2008-11-13T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T06:26:46.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bro UPSR</title><content type='html'>congrats to my bro! he got 4A 1B for his UPSR exam which to me is a miracle just like my PMR results...before this he always did badly for subjects like bm pemahaman and penulisan but he got A for one of it! it reminds me very much of my PMR miracle getting A's i din expect...thank you God for blessing my bro as well...hopefully my bro will do well in secondary skool next yr dun end up like me in form 1 but better than me :)...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3474831188688727777-6701000659655774968?l=johannanssj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/feeds/6701000659655774968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3474831188688727777&amp;postID=6701000659655774968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/6701000659655774968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/6701000659655774968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/2008/11/bro-upsr.html' title='Bro UPSR'/><author><name>Johannan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754063216639270552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TThbICn7XmI/AAAAAAAAARw/dT2zvJdyIhg/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474831188688727777.post-4965606142208963793</id><published>2008-11-06T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T02:18:08.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A beautiful mess</title><content type='html'>all the broken pieces of your life is nothing more than a beautiful mosaic painting of your future - forgot the person who said this....anyway its true our lives are broken pieces, with ups and downs everywhere, we are all just a beautiful mess.. one by one they are being arranged by the Great Artist into a mosaic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SRLB9aV9j9I/AAAAAAAAAGE/CgM94EWuUUQ/s1600-h/Homer.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265484175137148882" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SRLB9aV9j9I/AAAAAAAAAGE/CgM94EWuUUQ/s320/Homer.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ok maybe not this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SRLB9rTUiLI/AAAAAAAAAGM/E_G-uyWEB3U/s1600-h/163136667_fb11f43d1b%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265484179689474226" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SRLB9rTUiLI/AAAAAAAAAGM/E_G-uyWEB3U/s320/163136667_fb11f43d1b%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; but maybe something like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the point is from our point of view we can never see the big picture and all we can see is whats in front of us.. we try to arrange the pieces our self thinking that we know it all, we can handle ourselves, to the point where the pieces don't fall into place anymore... that is when we cry out to God and let him fix us up, to do so He must undo all that we have done, meaning we have to give up control and let Him take center stage to do it all again.. many times as humans we will try to regain control, but eventually it won't fit and we have to give up control again... Will God get mad? I don't think so, He's the artist and artists are always patient and know exactly what He's doing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear Jesus, i'm waiting to let my world come undone, i know You see my garden as a beautiful mess yet You love it, tend to it and make it Yours..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3474831188688727777-4965606142208963793?l=johannanssj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/feeds/4965606142208963793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3474831188688727777&amp;postID=4965606142208963793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/4965606142208963793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/4965606142208963793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/2008/11/beautiful-mess.html' title='A beautiful mess'/><author><name>Johannan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754063216639270552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TThbICn7XmI/AAAAAAAAARw/dT2zvJdyIhg/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SRLB9aV9j9I/AAAAAAAAAGE/CgM94EWuUUQ/s72-c/Homer.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474831188688727777.post-379033111568196218</id><published>2008-11-02T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T07:18:18.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hua Ren</title><content type='html'>recently i went with a teacher to a factory to collect something. while waiting there comes along the guy in charge then he starts speaking to me in chinese, then i say the words i always tell people who talk to me in chinese, wo bu hui chiang hua yi(duno if im even typing it rite) which means i dun cant speak chinese...then the guy starts lecturing me for bout 10 minutes on the importance of chinese '&lt;em&gt;ni hua ren bu ke yi chiang hua yi! (suddenly in eng) in the future no more english, next time will be all chinese cos chinese is the best! bla bla bla....'&lt;/em&gt; thank you uncle. and my teacher and her husband and the ketua pengawas just stand there and laugh at me ish....haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not saying that chinese is bad, in fact by not being able to speak it i lose alot of benefits and priviledges...but on the other hand, it is not a sin to not be able to speak it......i am in fact chindian but raised to speak english so sorry la....i do wish i could learnese but same reasons la no time, too busy and all that so i learn la bit by bit by hearing my frens converse(not much progress though)...moral lesson learnt - send ur kids for chinese class from young (rather not send them to chinese skool, why? cant say wait kena sue)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SQ3Edam9o6I/AAAAAAAAAF8/iqt9Fvh2lNo/s1600-h/chinese_alphabet%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264079549103973282" style="WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SQ3Edam9o6I/AAAAAAAAAF8/iqt9Fvh2lNo/s320/chinese_alphabet%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3474831188688727777-379033111568196218?l=johannanssj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/feeds/379033111568196218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3474831188688727777&amp;postID=379033111568196218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/379033111568196218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/379033111568196218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/2008/11/hua-ren.html' title='Hua Ren'/><author><name>Johannan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754063216639270552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TThbICn7XmI/AAAAAAAAARw/dT2zvJdyIhg/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SQ3Edam9o6I/AAAAAAAAAF8/iqt9Fvh2lNo/s72-c/chinese_alphabet%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474831188688727777.post-6506604574261762626</id><published>2008-10-29T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T08:27:33.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend or something like dat</title><content type='html'>Friend - someone i can trust?, someone i can lepak with?, someone that will help me when i need it?, someone i look up to?, someone that makes me feel good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe all of the above and more...but it all needs to be held together and built upon a relationship(not the pakto-logy kind of relationship)...i hav many frens(i think) but there are just times that i wonder who is actually a real friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend 4 - the occasional hi bye, never really get to know them(due to unavoidable circumstances) just lepak with them once in awhile, friendly chats, that kind of thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend 3 - good frens, do alot of stuff together, hang out alot, really can be considered very close...when there is no one better to mix with...this group is always fun to be around with but how much of a friend i am to them is not certain...whenever there is a 'better' group around they seem to change and treat you differently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend 2 - the frens that hav gone through highs and lows with you, who hav cried and laughed together with you, frens that you hav had disagreements and arguments with...this group is the group which i share part of my life with, who i know can accept my weaknesses even though not all the time...relationships that hav been built strongly...the treasured friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend 1 - there could only be one possible person, Jesus. the perfect friend, who knows exactly what to do and say at exactly the right time...accepts me fully as i am and works to change the weaknesses in my life...not the icing on the cake but the flour and dough that made it...THE FRIEND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my four friend categories...i noe i could be any of them except friend 1...to my friend 2 frens who have felt that i hav been lik a friend 3 sometimes i am really sorry, ampun beribu-ribu ampun, i am at fault...to Jesus i know i always fail You but You still forgive me and love me thank you...to my other frens i am sorry if i hav wronged you and hopefully we'll be able to build a good friendship God-willing(everyone cant be friends with everyone)...this is deep talk and deep talk must come to an end so as a wise man once said, people need relationships, thats how we were wired to be...dedicated to every relationship i hav and hav had....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3474831188688727777-6506604574261762626?l=johannanssj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/feeds/6506604574261762626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3474831188688727777&amp;postID=6506604574261762626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/6506604574261762626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/6506604574261762626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/2008/10/friend-or-something-like-dat.html' title='Friend or something like dat'/><author><name>Johannan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754063216639270552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TThbICn7XmI/AAAAAAAAARw/dT2zvJdyIhg/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474831188688727777.post-5376263630150490009</id><published>2008-10-24T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T04:21:17.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams oh exams i hate you</title><content type='html'>exams over! but the 3 weeks hav drained me in every aspect, spiritually, mentally, physically, emotionally, watever-ally....even as i write this im writing with a bad flu(i should be resting instead of doing this)....there were definitely more downs than ups the whole 3 weeks...but with the help of many crazy people and God i can get through even if its just barely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a list of things dat hav happened in the past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. karthik introduced me to some dumb videos on youtube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w2yv8aT0UFc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w2yv8aT0UFc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;the one that made the most sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. went for an essay ceramah which had no effect on my life whatsoever&lt;br /&gt;3. got sick&lt;br /&gt;4. gav up on chem paper long before it was over&lt;br /&gt;5. went screaming with the form 3s when pmr was over&lt;br /&gt;6. watch the form 3s climb over the skool fence when they could actually walk out the gate after pmr(showing their primitive side)&lt;br /&gt;7. whole class kena marah for copying(i din copy!! heheh)&lt;br /&gt;8. getting sick again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i say this is a boring post but who cares! i wanna play football!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God help me do better in the future, amen. When all else fails(exams) my soul will dance with You, what dance btw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kepada sesiapa yang beragama hindu saya mengucapkan selamat menyambut hari deepavali&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3474831188688727777-5376263630150490009?l=johannanssj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/feeds/5376263630150490009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3474831188688727777&amp;postID=5376263630150490009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/5376263630150490009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/5376263630150490009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/2008/10/exams-oh-exams-i-hate-you.html' title='Exams oh exams i hate you'/><author><name>Johannan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754063216639270552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TThbICn7XmI/AAAAAAAAARw/dT2zvJdyIhg/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474831188688727777.post-7609480372235891792</id><published>2008-10-22T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T07:03:21.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys like Girls - Burger</title><content type='html'>the remix chorus of boys like girls - thunder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your size! Was the soundtrack of my dinner&lt;br /&gt;Do you know you're unlike any other&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be my burger&lt;br /&gt;Your price! Was the highest of all the burgers&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna ever eat another&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be my burger&lt;br /&gt;So bring on the fries&lt;br /&gt;And bring on the Burger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darn i'm hungry...dedicated to every burger i hav ever eaten and to be eaten...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3474831188688727777-7609480372235891792?l=johannanssj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/feeds/7609480372235891792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3474831188688727777&amp;postID=7609480372235891792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/7609480372235891792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/7609480372235891792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/2008/10/boys-like-girls-burger.html' title='Boys like Girls - Burger'/><author><name>Johannan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754063216639270552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TThbICn7XmI/AAAAAAAAARw/dT2zvJdyIhg/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474831188688727777.post-2767371068921440531</id><published>2008-10-10T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T08:36:35.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Science made dumb</title><content type='html'>some of the things my frens come up with while in class(particularly during exams) credit to akash nayar, karthikeyan and kamil hanipah for these new theories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f(x) = x kamil&lt;br /&gt;f(cool) = cool kamil&lt;br /&gt;f ' (kamil) = kamil cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;premise 1 : kamil is the future&lt;br /&gt;premise 2 : adam has no future&lt;br /&gt;conclusion : adam's future is in kamil's hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;premise 1 : all rats eat food&lt;br /&gt;premise 2 : johannan eats food&lt;br /&gt;conclusion : johannan is a rat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;premise 1 : all tables are pens&lt;br /&gt;premise 2 : justin is a table&lt;br /&gt;conclusion : justin is a pen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SO91-XKJRWI/AAAAAAAAAF0/zGNnq8UUGpA/s1600-h/Onion+King+And++Pet.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255549004393563490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SO91-XKJRWI/AAAAAAAAAF0/zGNnq8UUGpA/s320/Onion+King+And++Pet.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; bio experiment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll update if i hav more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3474831188688727777-2767371068921440531?l=johannanssj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/feeds/2767371068921440531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3474831188688727777&amp;postID=2767371068921440531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/2767371068921440531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/2767371068921440531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/2008/10/science-made-dumb.html' title='Science made dumb'/><author><name>Johannan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754063216639270552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TThbICn7XmI/AAAAAAAAARw/dT2zvJdyIhg/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SO91-XKJRWI/AAAAAAAAAF0/zGNnq8UUGpA/s72-c/Onion+King+And++Pet.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474831188688727777.post-6220450840036769166</id><published>2008-10-01T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T03:24:07.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Selah</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Selah&lt;/em&gt; may be the most difficult word in the Hebrew Bible to translate. &lt;em&gt;Selah&lt;/em&gt; is probably either a liturgico-musical mark or an instruction on the reading of the text, something like "stop and listen". The Pslams were sung accompanied by musical instruments and there are references to this in many chapters. Thirty-one of the thirty-nine psalms with the caption "To the choir-master" include "&lt;em&gt;Selah&lt;/em&gt;" so the musical context of selah is obvious. &lt;em&gt;Selah&lt;/em&gt; notes a break in the song and as such is similar in purpose to Amen in that it stresses the importance of the preceding passage. Alternatively, &lt;em&gt;Selah&lt;/em&gt; may mean "forever". Also "&lt;em&gt;Selah&lt;/em&gt;" is the name of a city from the time of David and Solomon. In Islam and in Arabic generally, &lt;em&gt;Selah&lt;/em&gt; means prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this from wikipedia, deep rite? To me it just means standing in the presence of God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dTnkvYHZVvE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dTnkvYHZVvE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Selah&lt;/em&gt; regularly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3474831188688727777-6220450840036769166?l=johannanssj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/feeds/6220450840036769166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3474831188688727777&amp;postID=6220450840036769166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/6220450840036769166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/6220450840036769166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/2008/10/selah.html' title='Selah'/><author><name>Johannan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754063216639270552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TThbICn7XmI/AAAAAAAAARw/dT2zvJdyIhg/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474831188688727777.post-2492215332196255091</id><published>2008-09-26T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T01:09:32.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CSI : Prefects, St. David</title><content type='html'>Friday 26 Sep last day of skool b4 raya holidays. School dismisses at 11 very early but one of the busiest days i've had....started with me and me cf president talking to cf teacher bout certain issues...after getting a few matters resolved mood not so joyful di(talking to cf teacher not very easy...) then on the way back to class *BOOM*! Sound like a terrorist attack in skool so i was looking around for broken buildings and blood but when that wasnt the case the other explanation was mercun la...the next thing i know my prefect classmates running to the scene of the blast, which was the st. david boys toilet -.-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See my frens so semangat i also rush la to the 'scene of crime' the situation was one guy just finished doing his business when the flush exploded(the mercun also destroyed a few bricks!) and wet his pants imagine if he was killed headlines 'student killed by firecracker in the loo' but he survived...he was a suspect straight away but was soon let go...but to be on the safe side we did spot check on the classes nearby climbing table to look thru the holes in the ceiling but alas, there was nothing...then suddenly got the news ketua pengawas went to pejabat see cctv recordings(st david getting canggih-fied!) after suspecting a few more people and digging thru dustbins, me and a few others went to see jhow the ketua was doing...sadly the skool din turn on the cctv..............so crappy! got technology never use! so in the end it was fruitless la aiyo all balik kelas disappointed...well it was a nice experience anyway felt the mixture of CSI and CIA in me just no guns...to sum it all up i made it back to class just in time for add maths ARGH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SNyXvMWqxcI/AAAAAAAAAEw/dKDBUkCe8LU/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250238102633104834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SNyXvMWqxcI/AAAAAAAAAEw/dKDBUkCe8LU/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; imagine this in everyday situations in school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SNyYcxeQhkI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ufl5HnhORso/s1600-h/2396057434_e8dbfa9a54%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250238885691164226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SNyYcxeQhkI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ufl5HnhORso/s320/2396057434_e8dbfa9a54%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; well just change it to CSI : Prefects, St. David...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3474831188688727777-2492215332196255091?l=johannanssj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/feeds/2492215332196255091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3474831188688727777&amp;postID=2492215332196255091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/2492215332196255091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/2492215332196255091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/2008/09/csi-prefects-st-david.html' title='CSI : Prefects, St. David'/><author><name>Johannan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754063216639270552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TThbICn7XmI/AAAAAAAAARw/dT2zvJdyIhg/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SNyXvMWqxcI/AAAAAAAAAEw/dKDBUkCe8LU/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474831188688727777.post-2904576013863828953</id><published>2008-09-19T10:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T10:15:39.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Final year exam form 4</title><content type='html'>oh no its near!!!!!! run!!!!! hide!!!!! duck!!!!!(hungry!) no we must stand strong and face it c'mon johannan u can do it! study and shoot!!! even though i dun win dis war i will survive!!!!!! actually im reali stressed cos im not stressed everyone is so semangat and kiasu-ly studying but i cant focus!!! God help me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SNPdNQ59_NI/AAAAAAAAAEo/2Yu-LsX6_7A/s1600-h/God%27s+peace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247781210762902738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SNPdNQ59_NI/AAAAAAAAAEo/2Yu-LsX6_7A/s320/God%27s+peace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God i really pray Your peace be with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a nice day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3474831188688727777-2904576013863828953?l=johannanssj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/feeds/2904576013863828953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3474831188688727777&amp;postID=2904576013863828953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474831188688727777.post-3390109643719297519</id><published>2008-09-13T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T10:30:35.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At 1.26 am</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The God who washed away our sins&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Also wipes away our tears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Most meaningful thing i have read in awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thank you God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3474831188688727777-3390109643719297519?l=johannanssj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TThbICn7XmI/AAAAAAAAARw/dT2zvJdyIhg/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474831188688727777.post-7399306798365688681</id><published>2008-08-31T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T11:10:55.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>busy weekend 29/8-31/8</title><content type='html'>well its been a very busy weekend...i had prefects nite, first practise for band performace and merdeka....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prefects nite 2008 was great! top boards had to go early and then rush for the bathroom..and the girls had to go first..imagine one bathroom for 12 people including teacher and few normal prefects in two hours! anyway the theme was masquerade so all had nice masks..mine broke so sad(someone stepped on it ish) nice food, great performances(my responsibility), and we danced for 2 hours woo! overall its been the best prefects nite to me so far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SLrb1wMtypI/AAAAAAAAAC4/24MS6suNKfU/s1600-h/DSC03418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240742832916777618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SLrb1wMtypI/AAAAAAAAAC4/24MS6suNKfU/s320/DSC03418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; gang of robbers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SLrb12rR1zI/AAAAAAAAADA/L5hshUmh44g/s1600-h/DSC03415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240742834655582002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SLrb12rR1zI/AAAAAAAAADA/L5hshUmh44g/s320/DSC03415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and andrea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SLrb2GdZEVI/AAAAAAAAADI/Scu0F_Xm13I/s1600-h/DSC03408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240742838892302674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SLrb2GdZEVI/AAAAAAAAADI/Scu0F_Xm13I/s320/DSC03408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; karthik(masked) and akash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SLrb2PqUs3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/ZaLv9OYrPWc/s1600-h/DSC03468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240742841362461554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SLrb2PqUs3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/ZaLv9OYrPWc/s320/DSC03468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my sis and shakilone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SLrb2X6czBI/AAAAAAAAADY/-McEq5H2Fpc/s1600-h/DSC03394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240742843577584658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SLrb2X6czBI/AAAAAAAAADY/-McEq5H2Fpc/s320/DSC03394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me and shakilone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SLrcUhXsu-I/AAAAAAAAADg/BFxnmvWvGkk/s1600-h/DSC03474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240743361512258530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SLrcUhXsu-I/AAAAAAAAADg/BFxnmvWvGkk/s320/DSC03474.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; crazy friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SLrcVXVabmI/AAAAAAAAADo/fNNn93Ht83M/s1600-h/DSC03398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240743375998185058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SLrcVXVabmI/AAAAAAAAADo/fNNn93Ht83M/s320/DSC03398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yee ling, rachel, stephanie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok thats for prefects nite...i slept at 2 am watching the last samurai then woke up early and sleepy to go for jamming session for performance practise(band name On The House come watch us on 6/9/08 at CLA!) thank you God that we managed to get alot of things done hopefully the performance will bless everyone watching :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SLrdZC6WAEI/AAAAAAAAADw/Pcc0rePlAF4/s1600-h/DSC03479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240744538747043906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SLrdZC6WAEI/AAAAAAAAADw/Pcc0rePlAF4/s320/DSC03479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; matt and his three hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SLrdZYe1ebI/AAAAAAAAAD4/-b83pxrSxMA/s1600-h/DSC03482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240744544537246130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SLrdZYe1ebI/AAAAAAAAAD4/-b83pxrSxMA/s320/DSC03482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mariel doing homework -.-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SLrdZcBunfI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ih2DkihkjRY/s1600-h/DSC03484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240744545488903666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SLrdZcBunfI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ih2DkihkjRY/s320/DSC03484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; daniel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SLrdaLlCv9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/PJCpi_OEov4/s1600-h/DSC03486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240744558253490130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SLrdaLlCv9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/PJCpi_OEov4/s320/DSC03486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; garret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SLrdaHQ5OcI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KKeHZ9XsEpc/s1600-h/DSC03485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240744557095238082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SLrdaHQ5OcI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KKeHZ9XsEpc/s320/DSC03485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; matt again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately i forgot to take a picture of me in action teehee :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally sunday merdeka celebration...borrowed a baju melayu from my fren kamil to carry flag...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SLreNq_UHXI/AAAAAAAAAEY/-65tpK05UXQ/s1600-h/Barisan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240745442858507634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SLreNq_UHXI/AAAAAAAAAEY/-65tpK05UXQ/s320/Barisan.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MERDEKA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SLreNkHiZaI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ezQfMwtbbPA/s1600-h/Tunku.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240745441013949858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SLreNkHiZaI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ezQfMwtbbPA/s320/Tunku.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tunku Abdul Johannan Putra al-Sim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dat sums up one long weekend and by far the longest post i hav ever done, tell God you love him cos He loves u :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3474831188688727777-7399306798365688681?l=johannanssj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/feeds/7399306798365688681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3474831188688727777&amp;postID=7399306798365688681' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/7399306798365688681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/7399306798365688681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/2008/08/busy-weekend-298-318.html' title='busy weekend 29/8-31/8'/><author><name>Johannan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754063216639270552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TThbICn7XmI/AAAAAAAAARw/dT2zvJdyIhg/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SLrb1wMtypI/AAAAAAAAAC4/24MS6suNKfU/s72-c/DSC03418.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474831188688727777.post-8436297812119025243</id><published>2008-08-31T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T09:01:10.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Short &amp; Sweet in KL</title><content type='html'>been wanting to blog bout this for a long time but always felt lazy to do so...anyway short and sweet malaysia 2008 ended on august 17, well i went to see my performance on august 12. me and my mom went by taxi with very sneaky and wierd taxi driver...the place was magnificent(KLPac) and the food wow great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SLq5PhKwBvI/AAAAAAAAACg/BGktNrgDhMA/s1600-h/Food.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240704792651630322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SLq5PhKwBvI/AAAAAAAAACg/BGktNrgDhMA/s320/Food.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then came the skits, really well done, superb directing except for one or two that never stopped swearing and talking bout sex -.-'' i mean i watched it with my mom ok very very wierd...anyway my drama directed by sara teng and it wasnt the full cast so i din really see its maximum potential but sadly there were better skits :) even though i din win anytng, its been a great experience tho...seeing the theathre business in malaysia and all dat...seeing how they make a drama bout homosexuality look so harmless and how they make a drama on handbags the winners...so i really thank God for everything, that he allowed me to enter this competition, get into the shortlist and become the youngest participant :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SLq_7AUX3VI/AAAAAAAAACo/-Trhfv7OcGU/s1600-h/Mom.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240712136817630546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SLq_7AUX3VI/AAAAAAAAACo/-Trhfv7OcGU/s320/Mom.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SLq_7TulkRI/AAAAAAAAACw/ejIFFOb199U/s1600-h/Short+%26+Sweet.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240712142027854098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SLq_7TulkRI/AAAAAAAAACw/ejIFFOb199U/s320/Short+%26+Sweet.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3474831188688727777-8436297812119025243?l=johannanssj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/feeds/8436297812119025243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3474831188688727777&amp;postID=8436297812119025243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/8436297812119025243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/8436297812119025243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/2008/08/short-sweet-in-kl.html' title='Short &amp; Sweet in KL'/><author><name>Johannan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754063216639270552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TThbICn7XmI/AAAAAAAAARw/dT2zvJdyIhg/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SLq5PhKwBvI/AAAAAAAAACg/BGktNrgDhMA/s72-c/Food.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474831188688727777.post-8818938013141927991</id><published>2008-08-20T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T09:58:59.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>funny commercials</title><content type='html'>some of the funny commercials i saw on tv(and a few others i found on youtube)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nVH-YPaDzeo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nVH-YPaDzeo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LXr64IsYblQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LXr64IsYblQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5Nh0AiXd5TE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5Nh0AiXd5TE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my personal fav&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BrmVb_Yxjw8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BrmVb_Yxjw8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3474831188688727777-8818938013141927991?l=johannanssj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/feeds/8818938013141927991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3474831188688727777&amp;postID=8818938013141927991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/8818938013141927991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/8818938013141927991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/2008/08/funny-commercials.html' title='funny commercials'/><author><name>Johannan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754063216639270552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TThbICn7XmI/AAAAAAAAARw/dT2zvJdyIhg/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474831188688727777.post-4667459637150092047</id><published>2008-08-03T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T07:00:53.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>short + sweet</title><content type='html'>a few months ago i joined a script writing competition(short + sweet) and i submitted two scripts i had written...for those who dont know i love drama and movies and wanna enter that profession...anyway one of the scripts has done really well and now i'm in the top 20! i hav a director for my play and it will be staged at klpac(wherever that is) on the 2nd week of the event which is 13-16 august and if my play enters the final it will be on the 17th but i dont know specifically what day my play will be performed...if anyone wants to come and support my play directed by sarah teng visit &lt;a href="http://www.klpac.com/"&gt;www.klpac.com&lt;/a&gt; for more info...as i hav understood this seems to be a very big thing and i really wanna thank God for giving me the inspiration to write the play(a modification of the drama performed by CLA Youth christmas party 2007) and letting it do so well and also my mom who forced me to enter this competition...even if my play doesnt win anytng i will be happy to hav this wonderful experience dat has inspired me to really pursue my dream...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3474831188688727777-4667459637150092047?l=johannanssj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/feeds/4667459637150092047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3474831188688727777&amp;postID=4667459637150092047' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/4667459637150092047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/4667459637150092047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/2008/08/short-sweet.html' title='short + sweet'/><author><name>Johannan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754063216639270552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TThbICn7XmI/AAAAAAAAARw/dT2zvJdyIhg/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474831188688727777.post-7736601203139261635</id><published>2008-07-20T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:35:59.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ballet vs Football</title><content type='html'>Today(sunday) went for futsal in air keroh with skool frens....as normal we will be kicking, banging, pushing each other all for one ball...at the end of it all as i remove my shoes and socks, i try to feel where it hurts the most, so i felt there was a bump on my right leg and i tried to remember when during futsal did it happen...then finally i remembered, it was from ashley chia! sister of daniel chia, daughter or benny and pauline chia the 8 yr old ashley chia...she kicked me during sunday skool and it became de onli pain i could feel in my leg after 2 hours of futsal...non of the kicking, banging or pushing hurt but dat one kick she gave me hurt me the most...why? shes a ballerina, and they usually perform on their tip toes right? no wonder her toes so kuat...i mean football and ballet, compare it...one so graceful the other so violent yet ballerinas' hav stronger feet? wow...im gonna make sure my daughter learns ballet, something graceful and full of tranquil....and if she is in danger, she can take on anyone not onli bash them up but bash them up gracefully~~but hopefully my future wife(hopefully) wun learn ballet la....anything i do wrong hav to face the wrath of the ballerina~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SINGHEHngSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/UlyNj9Zxn9E/s1600-h/Janetti2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225097079858626850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SINGHEHngSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/UlyNj9Zxn9E/s320/Janetti2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fotball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SINGHVFpZWI/AAAAAAAAACY/G9gV6yqgk3c/s1600-h/237558373_79754dd444%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225097084413764962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SINGHVFpZWI/AAAAAAAAACY/G9gV6yqgk3c/s320/237558373_79754dd444%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ballet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WINNER: you decide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*note: i am not quitting football to take on ballet, it may be good but i rather chase after a ball with duno how many more crazy people~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3474831188688727777-7736601203139261635?l=johannanssj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/feeds/7736601203139261635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3474831188688727777&amp;postID=7736601203139261635' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/7736601203139261635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/7736601203139261635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/2008/07/ballet-vs-football.html' title='Ballet vs Football'/><author><name>Johannan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754063216639270552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TThbICn7XmI/AAAAAAAAARw/dT2zvJdyIhg/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SINGHEHngSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/UlyNj9Zxn9E/s72-c/Janetti2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474831188688727777.post-5102798209903362544</id><published>2008-07-19T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:35:59.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cars</title><content type='html'>Petrol price up so dad decides to change car from this (unser)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SIIWROTSiSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ho7KhL31SXA/s1600-h/Unser.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224763002855786786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SIIWROTSiSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ho7KhL31SXA/s320/Unser.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to this (altis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SIIWRfEcQ2I/AAAAAAAAACA/AZV16i0O4lY/s1600-h/DSC03294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224763007356912482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SIIWRfEcQ2I/AAAAAAAAACA/AZV16i0O4lY/s320/DSC03294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sorry those who usually tumpang me mayb cant tumpang anymore :(...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But onli two days after getting the car, dis happens &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SIIXMMxl0OI/AAAAAAAAACI/DmD3SNNRpMA/s1600-h/DSC03296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224764016058290402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SIIXMMxl0OI/AAAAAAAAACI/DmD3SNNRpMA/s320/DSC03296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH...how would you feel? New car two days kena bang...so hav to send to the shop la...people see wah new car then see de back and laugh haiz...so hav to borrow uncle kelvin punya car(10q!) manual mom duno how to use so swap car with uncle...and two weeks lik dat lo until car come back...anyway from dis incident what i learned was anything can happen la...new car kena accident so fast...who would expect it? life is unpredictable but for me as a christian my life is controlled by God so i hav ntg to worry bout, even damaged cars :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3474831188688727777-5102798209903362544?l=johannanssj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/feeds/5102798209903362544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3474831188688727777&amp;postID=5102798209903362544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/5102798209903362544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/5102798209903362544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/2008/07/cars.html' title='Cars'/><author><name>Johannan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754063216639270552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TThbICn7XmI/AAAAAAAAARw/dT2zvJdyIhg/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SIIWROTSiSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ho7KhL31SXA/s72-c/Unser.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474831188688727777.post-4401761106460578183</id><published>2008-06-19T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T09:07:40.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lembaga Pengawas SMK Tinggi St. David sesi 2008/2009</title><content type='html'>Its been 3 1/2 years since i join the company of the title of this post...now finally all that years of hard dutying have paid off! Thank God that He has allowed me to take on the job of assistant secretary in the prefects board...but then i found out, i have alot of extra duties now(which one mistake will end in a 'screwing' by teachers). This is where i will trust God to help me duty well and not crack at the same time. Pray for me anyone reading this 10q.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembaga Pengawas SMK Tinggi St. David sesi 2008/2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketua pengawas          - Benz Kek&lt;br /&gt;Pen. ketua pengawas  - Jason Walter Tan&lt;br /&gt;                                         Angela Goh&lt;br /&gt;Setiausaha                    - Andrea Goh&lt;br /&gt;Pen. Setiausaha           - Johannan Sim&lt;br /&gt;Bendahari                     - Rachel Koh&lt;br /&gt;Ketua DCO                   - Shakilone Tharmaseelan&lt;br /&gt;Pen. Ketua DCO          - Tan Yee Ling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DCO&lt;br /&gt;Khoo Wei Sheng&lt;br /&gt;Thanaraj&lt;br /&gt;Oliver Anathan&lt;br /&gt;Akash Nayar&lt;br /&gt;Karthikeyan Arunachalam&lt;br /&gt;Alvin Quek&lt;br /&gt;Adele Tan&lt;br /&gt;Farah Diyana&lt;br /&gt;Joshua Lim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AJK&lt;br /&gt;*dont know their full names and forgot who they were :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3474831188688727777-4401761106460578183?l=johannanssj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/feeds/4401761106460578183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3474831188688727777&amp;postID=4401761106460578183' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/4401761106460578183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/4401761106460578183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/2008/06/lembaga-pengawas-smk-tinggi-st-david.html' title='Lembaga Pengawas SMK Tinggi St. David sesi 2008/2009'/><author><name>Johannan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754063216639270552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TThbICn7XmI/AAAAAAAAARw/dT2zvJdyIhg/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474831188688727777.post-446821845037224825</id><published>2008-06-13T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T08:33:03.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Traffic Safety</title><content type='html'>Nowadays always got alot to talk about concerning jalan raya...petrol up is the biggest thing now la...parents changing car to save petrol(current car makan petrol alot)...malaysian drivers also still a big issue(kiasuisme on the road)...and best of all the police for keeping the roads safe and peaceful :)...since now petrol go up i go football must cycle di dun wan ask mom la save a few bucks and exercise abit more...recently i was cycling and i almost knocked into a motor(not the first time) as a malaysian, our first tendency is to blame the other driver so i was about to start thinking of what a stupid motorcyclist he was when i realised, it was my fault...actually most of the accidents that could have been for me were my fault...going down hill never press brake, suddenly turn without looking, bumping into back of car all dat la....and that day i learned that the things you must say when you are almost involved in an accident are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Thank you God my head is still intact&lt;br /&gt;2. God bless you(to the other driver; curtesy of the chew family)&lt;br /&gt;3. Father forgive me for i did not know what i was doing(if you wrong), Father forgive them for they dont know what they are doing(if they wrong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what i hope i can say...not start screaming 4-letter words that the other driver wun be able to hear...probably they are saying the same to you also...so the point is traffic safety is very important drivers, motorcyclists, biclyclists and pedestrians alike for the sake of sake roads please drive, ride, cycle, walk safe on the road...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This community message is brought to you by a secondary skool kid in form 4 who hasnt even got his motor license&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3474831188688727777-446821845037224825?l=johannanssj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/feeds/446821845037224825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3474831188688727777&amp;postID=446821845037224825' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/446821845037224825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/446821845037224825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/2008/06/traffic-safety.html' title='Traffic Safety'/><author><name>Johannan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754063216639270552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TThbICn7XmI/AAAAAAAAARw/dT2zvJdyIhg/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474831188688727777.post-2590118289679230978</id><published>2008-05-29T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:35:59.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday 29 May 2008</title><content type='html'>watched prince caspian and it rocked! people who disagree please go boil your head...and i really dont know why but to the frens that were with me on dis day who thought i was emo, i wasnt...i am really sorry if my attitude made u all think i was emo but i wasnt...i am really, really sorry and will try my best to never let it happen again...to get me to explain more please sms me or something...i hate emo and dont want anyone to ever see me that way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SD6-9tsG-lI/AAAAAAAAABw/h62x_ypz2uc/s1600-h/Tak+Nak+Emo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205808186732771922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SD6-9tsG-lI/AAAAAAAAABw/h62x_ypz2uc/s320/Tak+Nak+Emo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3474831188688727777-2590118289679230978?l=johannanssj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/feeds/2590118289679230978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3474831188688727777&amp;postID=2590118289679230978' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/2590118289679230978'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'>happy b'day</title><content type='html'>a lil while ago i celebrated my sweet(and sour) 16..it was quite awhile ago but i just wanted to post this as a token of gratitude to whom it may concern...a token of gratitude for what happened on dat day...i was 'kidnapped' have a look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BjHpYvEMrIU&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BjHpYvEMrIU&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok very nice haha...so well dats what happened...the culprits eunice(she masterminded the whole thing!), daniel, stephen, cathy(the one syok sendiri with the cam), rachel and audrey....really nice, after kidnapping someone you wish them happy b'day and give them gifts haha...well thats how it went and though i did not really enjoy it(who enjoys being kidnapped?!) i wanna thank these people for remembering my b'day and to the extent of doing something crazy like this...in the future please do not take kidnapping as a profession especially if u fail on ur first attempt :)...well after that we had cake and i thought my b'day was over until a week later my mom said 'lets buy a birthday cake for you' and i said 'its over a week' and she replied 'nvm i just wanna find a reason to eat cake' hahaha well then i had a little celebration with my family...so thats it all bout my b'day thx to all who made it special really appreciate it(but please in the future do something that does not involve cars, plastic bags and dog chains)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are a few pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SDB0BCdgh0I/AAAAAAAAABY/99D9WoAvUK0/s1600-h/Birthday+Gifts.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201785130802251586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SDB0BCdgh0I/AAAAAAAAABY/99D9WoAvUK0/s320/Birthday+Gifts.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; presents minus book from cathy and shirt from steven(too big cant wear)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SDB0BSdgh1I/AAAAAAAAABg/bgadjsurWbA/s1600-h/So+called+hostage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201785135097218898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SDB0BSdgh1I/AAAAAAAAABg/bgadjsurWbA/s320/So+called+hostage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; post kidnapping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SDB0Cidgh2I/AAAAAAAAABo/Rdtr2uex3NI/s1600-h/Cake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201785156572055394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SDB0Cidgh2I/AAAAAAAAABo/Rdtr2uex3NI/s320/Cake.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; de cake mom bought&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TThbICn7XmI/AAAAAAAAARw/dT2zvJdyIhg/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SDB0BCdgh0I/AAAAAAAAABY/99D9WoAvUK0/s72-c/Birthday+Gifts.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474831188688727777.post-8204954307380415961</id><published>2008-05-17T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T06:59:35.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>week of exams and catastrophes</title><content type='html'>exam blotted out my blogging sessions but now i hav a break...dis week has been a week of exams and catastrophes...exams have been stressful as usual...getting 4 hours of sleep, waking up at 4 to study, another 4 days to go(alot of 4s 'sei')...but eventually still end up writing 'tak berkaitan' in de papers...well if i think this is bad i hav probably nvr heard of what is happening recently...myanmar and china both struck by catastrophes that hav cost thousands of lives...in china, the rescue workers can hear cries for help under the rubble, doctors hav to amputate the legs of children only to watch them die in the process...myanmar, people dont hav food or water but their government still dont wanna accept the help of the UN...how can i ever say my life sucks? sometimes people ask why does God allow these things to happen, why does God let children suffer? No one can tell, as people who are well and able we must help them, those people who are suffering out there...God uses catastrophes to bring nations together and to shine thru the works of his servants, God also uses catastrophes as punishments to the nations who hav not turned from sin....whatever the case please pray for those affected and be thankful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3474831188688727777-8204954307380415961?l=johannanssj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/feeds/8204954307380415961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3474831188688727777&amp;postID=8204954307380415961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/8204954307380415961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/8204954307380415961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/2008/05/week-of-exams-and-catastrophes.html' title='week of exams and catastrophes'/><author><name>Johannan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754063216639270552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TThbICn7XmI/AAAAAAAAARw/dT2zvJdyIhg/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474831188688727777.post-6751281041581815882</id><published>2008-04-25T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:36:02.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cse - criminal sure escape</title><content type='html'>just had this crazy thought and decided to write it down just imagine there is a crime dun care wat crime and the CLAY CSI comes*add sound effect*. Introducing from left to right...the lab experts dr. jien and dr. cat, the police inspector anis and private garrett, the computer geeks johannan and prof daniel, the one that cracks codes prof rachel and last but not least our 'fearless' leader boss david!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SBIPbhKPjVI/AAAAAAAAAAY/6ow7Doxvl7E/s1600-h/1_922696849l%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193230285743820114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SBIPbhKPjVI/AAAAAAAAAAY/6ow7Doxvl7E/s320/1_922696849l%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SBIPbxKPjWI/AAAAAAAAAAg/4jCckCCckAU/s1600-h/1_207238466l%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193230290038787426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SBIPbxKPjWI/AAAAAAAAAAg/4jCckCCckAU/s320/1_207238466l%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SBIPbxKPjXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Fnnst0xFdto/s1600-h/1_969190816l%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193230290038787442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SBIPbxKPjXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Fnnst0xFdto/s320/1_969190816l%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SBIPcBKPjYI/AAAAAAAAAAw/evAd6ZXUKfg/s1600-h/129633094l%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193230294333754754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SBIPcBKPjYI/AAAAAAAAAAw/evAd6ZXUKfg/s320/129633094l%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SBIPcRKPjZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xALhXkRnHlA/s1600-h/Blur.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193230298628722066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SBIPcRKPjZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xALhXkRnHlA/s320/Blur.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the investigation begins, insp. aniss and private garrett rush to the crime scene onli to discover a dead moose and the team has been given the job to find out who killed the moose(endangered spesies must catch criminal mah)....collecting evidence such as moose hair, moose droppings, moose mousse and so on...they bring it back to the lab...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;meanwhile at the lab doctors jien and cat are discussing possible possibilities...then, they stat arguing as always(they argued whether a piece of clothing was a shirt or a blouse once) after much arguing they find out that the moose had fingerprints on its horns and thread on its fur...they send it to the com lab for further inspection...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;prof daniel and johannan used super geek technology to find the names of every kedai baju in melaka and it comes to a shop named bee hoon...specialising in children uniform...oh no a virus has been planted into the com! someone from the shop must be trying to stop the investigation...prof daniel screams in pain as his lab work disappears on by one while johannan screams while his computer games get deleted one by one...now the investigatio is of to rachel the code cracker....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;bee hoon clothing, a dead moose and a virus...rachel starts trying out mathematical equations linking the 3 together bh+m+v=s(suspect) and there is only one guy smart enough at bee hoon to master the computer that well and his name is pablo tan...she sends word to david the boss to arrest him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;finally david the boss goes into action...fixing his keris to his belt he sets off...when he gets there only pablo tan is sitting there waiting for him...'i knew the CLAY CSI would find me but you will never catch me' says pablo tan...david reaches for his keris but when he looks up pablo has escaped thru the back door...'just u wait pablo tan, we will catch you...' david returns to the lab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;he returns and tells everything to the team...its sad that all their effort(and computer games) have gone to waste...until the next time on CLAY CSI...if i decide to waste my time like this again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3474831188688727777-6751281041581815882?l=johannanssj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/feeds/6751281041581815882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3474831188688727777&amp;postID=6751281041581815882' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/6751281041581815882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/6751281041581815882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/2008/04/cse-criminal-sure-escape.html' title='cse - criminal sure escape'/><author><name>Johannan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754063216639270552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TThbICn7XmI/AAAAAAAAARw/dT2zvJdyIhg/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/SBIPbhKPjVI/AAAAAAAAAAY/6ow7Doxvl7E/s72-c/1_922696849l%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474831188688727777.post-5537163951363844547</id><published>2008-04-25T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T08:44:41.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>break records not rules</title><content type='html'>ever heard the phrase 'rules are meant to be broken'? whoever created that is stupid...whoever follows it is worse...tell me why is it ok to break the rules? to look cool? you look dumb already...you say its a stupid rule or a useless rule but if u cant listen to simple rules then the more important rules are useless...if rules are meant to be broken i wanna hear u say that when someone robs you or something, tell the guy robbing you here take it all as long as you break the rules...seriusly rules are put there for a reason...following the rules helps us alot...maybe you dont see it now but in the future...so please i ask anyone who reads dis pls follow the rules it is not cool to break the rules....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3474831188688727777-5537163951363844547?l=johannanssj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TThbICn7XmI/AAAAAAAAARw/dT2zvJdyIhg/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474831188688727777.post-1958952201781092886</id><published>2008-04-23T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T07:31:33.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer</title><content type='html'>prayer...the simplest thing but also the most powerful thing...many people dont know the importance or the power of it...they think its too simple...i really din get what prayer could do until i faced PMR! i was doing badly and then i realised how to pray and ask God...He has been faithful...got 7a's so if any PMR readers or SPM or UPSR or STPM or O level or watever level the secret is prayer and hard work....recently cos of form 4 my prayer life went down but a guest speaker recently asked me to pray 15 min in the spirit every morning and so now im trying to maintain that...prayer may be very simple but it is very powerful...use it...wouldnt it be foolish if a soldier had a bazooka in one hand but still insists on using a keris? same with prayer...for those who wanna learn to pray say the Lord's prayer for start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our Father in heaven,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hallowed be Your name,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your kingdom come,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your will be done,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On earth as it is in heaven,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give us this day our daily bread,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And forgive us of our sins,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just as we have forgiven our debtors,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For Yours is the kingdom foever and ever,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3474831188688727777-1958952201781092886?l=johannanssj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/feeds/1958952201781092886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3474831188688727777&amp;postID=1958952201781092886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/1958952201781092886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/1958952201781092886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/2008/04/prayer.html' title='Prayer'/><author><name>Johannan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754063216639270552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TThbICn7XmI/AAAAAAAAARw/dT2zvJdyIhg/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474831188688727777.post-2747895720987385808</id><published>2008-04-18T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T10:11:12.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lullabio, physickening, chemistryharder</title><content type='html'>4sc1 st david 2008, one of the most kiasu classes ever existed...ask classmates help they will say tired la, ask someone else, if concerning add maths some will start scibbling on ur book...but it is also the paling gila class i hav seen...do bio experiment oso can laugh...eat the onion, eat the potato, keep on pressing stopwatch(until so far only one experiment correct hahaha)...so my skool life is miserable from subjects like lullabio - the best thing to put you to sleep, physickening - dun understand, and chemistryharder - still can do...but my classmates although kiasu make my day la...retards lik akash and karthik laugh at every single thing and in the wierdest way possible...my aim dis yr pass all my papers and so far so good(1 monthly test)...pray for me that i will achieve my goal and more(God willing) well thats all for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3474831188688727777-2747895720987385808?l=johannanssj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/feeds/2747895720987385808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3474831188688727777&amp;postID=2747895720987385808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/2747895720987385808'/><link 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from diff universities were giving out fliers, explaining and all that la...so saya pun pergi, walking around keep on getting fliers then thinking what if i collected as many fliers as possible and sell to surat khabar lama haha...then after looking around saw david teo if u noe who he is talking to some guy from sunway college so i join him la...as always he blur when the guy talk but i got la learn abit bout uni...then i felt a bit worried...what will happen to me? where will i go? what will i work as? chapter - unwritten can tell u again, God has ur future planned out so tak payah risau...i felt better after that la knowing that God is always near so dun need worry bout future la better focus on the present...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3474831188688727777-4261939341599926417?l=johannanssj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/feeds/4261939341599926417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3474831188688727777&amp;postID=4261939341599926417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/4261939341599926417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/4261939341599926417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/2008/04/university.html' title='university'/><author><name>Johannan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754063216639270552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TThbICn7XmI/AAAAAAAAARw/dT2zvJdyIhg/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474831188688727777.post-8983130445497928389</id><published>2008-04-11T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T08:45:27.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter - Unwritten</title><content type='html'>helo everyone anyone willing to read dis 10q very much...i'm johannan from melaka, previously had a blog on frenster but nvr reali used it and it had alot of problems so now gonna start anew and hopefully do it well dis time...well the reason i named my blog Chapter - Unwritten is because my life has a few chapters and each one is unwritten, because it hasnt happened...mayb it has i duno but i dun noe it yet, onli God does so this blog i would lik to dedicate to my Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ. Lord Jesus help me do a good blog that praises You and at the same time entertains anyone that is willing to read what a nonsence guy lik me has to say, Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3474831188688727777-8983130445497928389?l=johannanssj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/feeds/8983130445497928389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3474831188688727777&amp;postID=8983130445497928389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/8983130445497928389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3474831188688727777/posts/default/8983130445497928389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannanssj.blogspot.com/2008/04/chapter-unwritten.html' title='Chapter - Unwritten'/><author><name>Johannan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754063216639270552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0EXGe1deD0/TThbICn7XmI/AAAAAAAAARw/dT2zvJdyIhg/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
