My Adventure With the Concept of Complementary Principles

There are some concept of complementary principles which are not expected to succeed in this world, much less the inherently opposing ones.

Forget the Ying. Forget the Yang. Some entities or concepts are just not able to co-exist with each other, lest the destruction of humankind and cessation of all life on Earth.

For example, Timothy McVeigh and C6H2(NO2)3CH3, or;

Lyndsay Lohan and a bottle of Jim Beam, or;

George Dubya and a Brain (although, it is still debatable whether he has one in the first place).

Closer to home, two entities which do not exist well in the same context, room or situation is a dumbass and a shotgun.

As such, when you put these two together, you get incidence such as this:



A female sun bear, which was injured after being shot by a hunter, died while being treated at a state wildlife facility here on Sunday.

The bear was found by a villager in an estate in Kampung Sungai Pas, in Kuala Krai, and handed to the district wildlife officers.Wildlife conservation centre head here, Muhammad Ismail, said the animal was weak when it was brought to the facility last Thursday.

"We believe the bear was shot several hours before it was found by the villager, and it had serious injuries on the back. We gave the best treatment," he said.

He said they had intended to release the bear after it recovered. The department is investigating the case.

They didn't even had time to give her a name.

My Adventure of Giving You Lot a Warning

Oi.

This chap here is under CITES Appendix II, which means that her and her friends, although not neccesasrily threathened at the current moment, may face extinction, unless trade is closely controlled.

There-bloody-fore, without special permits, your shipment, as in the case on 12 June 2007, when a shipment of 76 leopard tortoises contained in two parcels labelled as “claypots” flown from Tanzania to the courier services section of the Low-Cost Carrier Terminal, would be bloody confiscated.

Oh, did I mention 2 individuals died due to stress and poor handling?

Not surprising when they've all been found strapped down on their shells and their heads were also tied back to prevent further movement.

Where were they heading?

None other than to your local neighbourhood poache err.. pet store.

Here's the bloody deal. No matter what that poacher at your pet store says; they have not been captive bred. More of often than not, they were smuggled-in. When you lot start buying these animals under the pretense of being a bleedin' animal lover, you are promoting an increase in demand for the trade.

No, don't give me that excuse of wanting to be a bloody hero and trying to breed them, with a yet another false pretense of one day re-introducing them into the wild bla bla bla. You bloody can't pull in a bird for yourself much less trying to force-breed another species. Let the experts handle it.

So stop buying them. Or any other 'imported' exotic animals from your local poacher for that matter. Allow them to live and die in their habitat as nature intended them.

Under your care, it's going to die in 6 months anyway.

My Adventure of Forgiving and Giving Thanks

Michael Bay, you are forgiven.

I forgive you for Pearl Harbour.

I forgive you for stating that they were a stupid toy cartoon.

I forgive you for your mullet.

It was those death threats wasn't it?

I understand you had to change and revised a few areas of the movie for reasons of practicality and logic, but we could've done without the exessive dry humour.

But overall it was a worthy effort on you part.

Thank you for giving life to Bumblebee, Ironhide, Jazz, Ratchett and most of all; Optimus Prime.

Thank you for making Megatron a baddass, and Starscream, the bully and coward that he is.

Thank you for your re-imagination of Bonecrusher and Scorponok

Thank you for and introducing us to Blackout, Barricade and that little-shite of a Decepticon, whathisname.

I will be watching it again this weekend and promise to purchase the original DVD when it comes out.

Thank you, Michael Bay.

My Nocturnal Excursion in Bukit Gasing

I did say that I needed to go home, didn't I?

And journeyed home I did.

After several weeks of being absent from my amphibious friends, I finally returned to the place where it all started. There were some concerns prior to the trip as I had received news that a number of friends had been absent for a while.

Thus, it was to my relief that they were all there, safe and sound.

Voicerous.

Innumerable.

Especially this chap here;


Rana malesiana; "Yes, Capt . 9, I am well. Where the
frack have you been"?

Am I the only one who makes it such a bloody drama of not going on one my nocturnal excursions for an extended period of time?

Don't answer that. Heh.

My Adventure of Being Annoyed

I am somewhat pissed. Again.

No, it is not because yet another species of wildlife being singularly wiped-out by humans.

I am well aware that the world is royally screwed and all life will cease to exist by 2010 due to inexplicable climate change or a natural disaster.

Or the Earth being taken over by the apes by 2009

No, that is not what I am pissed at.

Pissed is a strong word though. ‘Annoyed’ then.

I am somewhat annoyed on the insolence of certain ‘unqualified’ bloggers who has taken the liberty to advise people on a variety of issues ranging from relationships to err.. well, mainly its relationships.

I am well aware that it is their hereditary right (or so they assume) to post whatever issues their shallow brains dictates them to, but at least please have some tactfulness.

You will note of this trend of providing wanton advice throughout the blogging community, and it is annoying.

Being engaged for only 2 months or lesser does not allow you to professionally provide people with the relevant advice on how to sustain a relationship much less a marriage.

It is akin to receiving advice from Paris Hilton on road safety procedures.

Or receiving advice on humility from Jose Moanrinho.

Or receiving advice on celibacy from KJ.

Utterly bloody unqualified.

Or maybe the fact that you had resorted to cutting and pasting the article from some female magazine and failing to provide the identity of the end-reader in your post, and as such, this weak attempt at blogging has lead to your readers making assumptions.

Hence my tirade.

In my humble but yet again outstanding opinion, any advice or views on relationship should be avoided like Wayne Rooney. There is no correct or wrong answer to this and don’t be too much of an insolent pup to claim to know the answer.

You don’t.

I have been married for 1 year and 4 months now and I’m still playing at husband. I have no bloody idea of what I’m doing but the wife is not complaining that much so I may be so bold to assume that I’m doing fine at the moment.

I am not impudent enough to assume that my marriage is going to be rosy for the next 20 or so years nor am I that pessimistic to say that this matrimonial institution of mine is going to collapse along the same timeline.

I just keep my mouth shut. Take away the thrash when I’m told and take it one day at a time.

I do have one advice though; marriage is not like as what is painted in your romance novels. Life is unfortunately not a bed of roses, so don’t try to make it one.

You’ll be disappointed with the results.

So, do us all a favour and just shut the hell up.

My Adventure With Our Favourite Robots In Disguise: Controversy

It is with amazement and incredulity that we find a cartoon with reference to giant transforming robots laying the smack-down on each other, captivating the attention of millions, none more so than the current 30 year olds who remember fondly the animated series during their childhood.

Over the years we have seen the advancement of technology in the animation industry, particularly in terms of animation and design, yet we still muse with fondness, these characters we adored and followed religiously.

Each character was unique with their personality and mannerism and indeed it was almost impossible not to have personal favorites.

Then the unthinkable happened.

In the 1986 animated Transformers movie, our favorite characters died.

In controversial fashion.

The controversy and subsequent anguish that followed still lingered20 years on and although we have somewhat mourned and moved-on, the cruel matter for the motivation of their demise was unknown, until now.

Flint Dille, the animated movie’s consultant revealed;

“ In the next season (3), we were going to have all these new characters, and people are going to be wondering what happened to the old characters that they liked so much. What we knew, in a business sense, is that they had been discontinued, because they were the 1984/1985 (toy)line – but, we needed to tie them off. So, we had this one scene where the Autobots basically had to run through a gauntlet of Decepticons. Which basically wiped out the entire '84 product line in one massive charge of the light brigade”.

Capitalist B*stards!


The shattered bodies of Wheeljack and Windcharger


It is inconceivable and moronic even, the methods in which the old characters were dispatched, and this issue is still heavily deliberated by the fans. In the series, the robots are often shown to sustain multiple shots without consequence, and yet this is inconsistent with the movie's depiction of characters falling so readily to laser blasts.



Brawn is felled by Megatron


The logic is rather astounding when you deliberate on the fact that Optimus Prime and Brawn (two of the fallen Auotobot during the siege of Auotobot City) are felled by only minor laser blasts, while Ultra Magnus was practically blown to bits by Galvatron, then was repaired to mint condition in short order.

This was perhaps the main reason on why the majority of our favourite characters were missing on the episodes preceeding the film. Now, although their fates were not explicitly explained onscreen, we can only assume that they died during the battle in the movie.


Therefore in a tribute to the victorious dead and the bravery shown to defend humanity against the Decepticons; I give honor to the fallen brave.

Oh stranger, go tell in Lacedaemon,
That here we lie, obeying their behests.

My Adventure With Our Favourite Robots in Disguise

On 4 July 2007, the worldwide premier of the long awaited live-action Transformers movie will finally be out and fans wait with crossed-fingers for the end-product from director Michael Bay.

Of the many comic or cartoon adaptation made over the last few years, no other project had received so much flak quite like the Transformers. From the choice of director to the designs, storyboard and actors; every single aspect of the movie was finely scrutinised. None more so that the choice for the director’s chair.

Fans have been critical when Bay was named as director by producer Steven Spielberg, as the former’s speciality of big-budgeted, special effects-driven, pop corn movies have been one dimensional. Furthermore, Bay has been known to sacrifice the story-line for the sake of action, and has a tendency to make actors with great ability as believable as B-movie extras.



So, it may be precisely for those reasons that producer Steven Spielberg thought Bay would fit-in perfectly as the director for the Transformers movie. In any case, it’s hard to argue with that decision as Bay does have a good-track record and his movies has made millions, even the razzies-inclined ones. Furthermore, we all know Michael Bay for his trademark action shots, and which other director can give some justice to a movie about giant transforming robots laying the smack down on each other.

Although, you would think that nobody is taking an importance of the story depth and character development in a movie based on huge transforming robots?

Well, apparently everyone is.

It is not a surprise that those of us making the biggest noise are the G1 (or Generation One, episodes which ran from '84 till '87) fans, who currently now are in their late 20s and early 30s who had grew-up watching the cartoon.

It is the G1 fans who now hang the guillotine precariously over Bay’s neck. Whether he has the ability to do justice to our beloved robots in disguise still needs to be seen. Failing which would be almost tantamount to blasphemy. Memories are none too limited to remember the controversy when in the 1986 Transformers animation movie, Optimus Prime was killed-off together with a number of other favorite characters.



To the G1 fans, these robots are more than just animation, they had character, personality and fans are hoping to see that at least the major similarities will be kept; the voice, character words or mannerism intact in- line with its comic and animated series.

So, till 4/7/07 comes around;

"Autobots... transform and roll-out!"

My Adventure of Reciting Poetry

My Pretty Rose Tree
by William Blake.

A flower was offered to me,
Such a flower as May never bore;
But I said "I've a pretty rose tree,"
And I passed the sweet flower o'er.

Then I went to my pretty rose tree,
To tend her by day and by night;
But my rose turned away with jealousy,
And her thorns were my only delight

Lads, trust me... screw the stuff you learnt from FHM or your pervy neighbour who can't even pull a bird, even if he lived all his life next to the KL Bird Park.

This one gets the girl everytime.

My Adventure of Having a Conundrum II

These faces and places are getting old.

I need to go home.

My Adventure of Having a Conundrum

Is life a straight path or a massive circle?

Does our life's voyage, diverge in a spherical manner to the exact identical spot, recurring similar consequences, faults, associates, compulsion and commitments.

Or does it persists with a uniformed consistency, repudiating all proverbial associates, without even the customary glance behind.

If life is indeed a loop and on that instance, when we find ourselves at the same, identical location and occassion, do we have the strength to breach that habit. If indeed it is the contrary situation, do we then have the strenght to maintain the solitary & secluded existense.

Two paths. One alternative.

Which do you choose?

Liverpool's Greek Tragedy

Oh stranger, go tell in Lacedaemon,
That here we lie, obeying their behests.

Hail, King Rafa and his brave 11!

Liverpool's A-Kop-Alis Now

Athens is the largest city and capital of Greece, located in the Attica periphery of central Greece. Named after goddess Athena, Athens is one of the oldest cities in the world with a recorded history of at least 3,000 years.

Ancient Athens was a powerful city-state. Center of the arts, learning and philosophy, home of Plato's Academy and Aristotle's Lyceum, Athens was also the birthplace of Socrates, Pericles, Sophocles and many other prominent philosophers, politicians and writers of the ancient world.

It is widely referred to as the cradle of Western Civilization and the birthplace of Democracy, largely due to the impact of its cultural and political achievements during the 5th and 4th centuries BC on the rest of the then known European Continent.

Athens has been a popular destination for travellers since antiquity. Over the past decade, the infrastructure and social amenities of Athens have been radically improved, in part due to the city's successful bid to stage the 2004 Olympic Games.

Ok. Whatever



On 23 May 2007, Liverpool, deemed to be lacking in quality, guile and overall strength-in-depth of Chelsea, Bayern Munich, Juventus and Real Madrid, and the technical brilliance of Barcelona, will be travelling to the Olympic Stadium in Athens for the European Champions League Final.

The others look on, green with envy.






To the Rossoneri, in the words of King Leonidas to the Persian King, Xerxes before the battle of Thermopylae,

Mono Labe

('Come and Get Them')

My Adventure in Saving the Tigers

China is proposing to end their 14 year tiger trade ban by legalising the internation trade on tiger products by introducing tiger farms.

WTF?!

Currently, tiger trade is prohibited internationally as well as domestically in many countries, including China. But now, there is a proposal to set-up tiger farms which will provide the supply for the high demand on tiger products.

The logic behind this hare-brained idea is that by having these tiger farms, there will be a decrease in poaching and demand for wild tiger parts. Since it's being farmed, the tiger parts would be much cheaper and not as expensive as illegally hunted ones.

Niamah!

I don't know about you but farming-out tigers as if they were chickens or cattle is bloody freaky. It's just wrong. And the reasoning behind it is a bloody joke.

The demand for tiger parts has DECREASED with the 14 year ban. There are lesser reports of poaching and the population of tigers in China, India and Russia have increased to a certain exent. By lifting the ban, it undermines the work done for the last 20 year. And furthermore, with the introduction of these farms, there is a danger of an increase in the sale of ILLEGAL parts which can be easily mistaken with LEGAL parts.

Logically speaking, to save tigers, we DO NOT sell them. They are too bloody few tigers in the wild to risk re-opening trade of any kind. The worst-case scenario would be having our own Malayan Tigers being shipped out like our other exports to foreign countries.

In summary, irrespective of the logic behind it, keeping tigers in farms for meat is just wrong.

My Adventure to Save Belum-Temengor

The Perak State Government finally saw the light of reason as they announced on 10th May 2007 that the Royal Belum State Park has been officially gazetted. This means that a total of 117,500 hectares has been put aside as a permanent forest reserve with no further logging activities or any of that sort of hanky panky going on.

Looks like the politicans there have to try to find somewhere else to make a fast buck.

The State had been under increased pressure especially after the Belum-Temengor postcard campaign, and it quickly announced that logging in the Temengor Forest Reserve would come to a halt in 2008, late last year.

But still, like the pepatah, "dapat betis, nakkan peha pula" , we tend to further pursue with the state government with additional requests:

1) The extension of the Royal Belum State Park to include the Temengor Forest Reserve.

2) Protection of the natural forest stretch flanking the East-West highway from conversion to plantation.

3) Developing a site conservation management plan for the State Park Together the Royal Belum State Park and Temengor Forest Reserve (here after referred to as Belum-Temengor Complex).

The last time I was there was in 2005, logging was still evident and you could see the detrimental effects of the logging to the area . Let's hope we can preserve whats left our our natural heritage before the shit hits the fan.

My Adventure Getting Hooked on Bleach

This Anime has caught me, hook.. line and sinker.

Suffice to say, I spent last weekend stoning-out on the Anime. This particular series is highly recommended for you Anime freakoids out there.

Being the artsy type bloke, I'm usually into serious fantasy type Animes; Gunslinger Girl, Basilisk, Ghost in a Shell, to name a few, where the animation is much more errr.. artistic. Although, not to be too poyo, I have previously followed the exploits of Goku, Gohan then Gotenks from the Dragonball series, with relish. Oh, and not forgetting that Naruto chap as well.

So, last Friday, my boss (yes, no shite) passed me his avi. format Bleach series, from episodes 1 to 103 after he had endlessly promoted it to me the entire week. He told me if I liked Naruto, then then I should seriously check the series out.

The wife wasn not too pleased about it.... especially when I took the mop and waved it at her while shouting, "Zangetsu!!!" when she yelled at me for going on a 4-hour marathon of the the series... and didn't help her with any of the chores like she asked me to.

Fortunately, the mop didn't unleash my Spirit Power though, which I'm kind of glad as I would foresee that I would be sleeping outside if it did.

60 episodes down. 40 or so to go.

My Adventure of Being Overjoyed

After a week long holiday, frolicking in Cameron Highlands with the Missus, our win was a bloody nice thing to come back to. It was fortunate the hotel carried ESPN but a bit unfortunate for our neighbours who had to adhere to the curses, screams of joy and rendition of 'You'll Never Walk Alone' coming from our room.


A 'Dagger' straight through the heart of Chelsea. 1-1 in aggregate.


Bolo, of all people, hits the target for once. 1-0 to Liverpool on pens.

"I still remember the time when you got me sent-off.

How do you like this you Dutch tosser?"

Easy by our Spanish Matador. 2-0 to Liverpool

Fat Franks' been practising it seems. Chelsea gets one back, 2-1

You didn't really expect HIM to miss, now did you? 3-1 to Liverpool

Wot? Jose put you in during E.T. for the pens?

He shouldn't have bothered. Liverpool lead 3-1 on pens.

Dirk send us into the finals. Yay!

Chelsea buried.

The lads were happy because Rafa promised Fish & Chips on the bus home.

And so Greece beckons in three weeks' time. For those Reds who still haven't ceased their celebrations in Istanbul it's just a short trip across to an adjacent country.

As for the cup only being on loan, here's hoping that it's swiftly brought back home.

My Adventure of Getting MORE Pissed

The elephant calf which was rescued from a theme park by Wildlife on February 6 of this year, was found dead in his paddock at 7.30pm on April 10.

Amid was 3 months old. He was neglected, malnourished and cruelly tied-up when he was found by the Wildlife officers.

F*ck!

F*cking poachers.

F*cking Mini Zoos.

...and f*ck you if you continue to support any these f*cking establishments.

Amid, getting a bath at Malacca Zoo
after his recscue.

The Adventure of Our Local 'Hero'

I've been following the series 'Heroes' for a couple of months now. Damn, I enjoy it! Some people have gone to the extent of downloading the series from the foreign networks so that they can claim to have watched it earlier than those who only rely on our favourite sattelite TV channel.

The cheats!

Yes, not only have we followed the series religiously, we all have our favourite characters, based either on their personality, powers or general hottiness (Claire - Yummy). But the show is just an adaptation of the comic book industry pheneomenon. They're just fiction... or is it?

I have been recently informed that we here in M'sia have our very own 'Hero'. Oh yes, we do. I shite you not.

His name is Mokh.

Now Mokh is an ordinary bloke, your average family man, nothing remotely spectacular about his social life. He works a 9-5 job just like your average joe. But one thing different about Mokh that he is indeed special.

Very, very special.

He has powers. No, no.. he doesn't have any super-powers like Hiro or Peter, Mokh's powers are more deadlier.

Mokh has the power and authority but no common sense or a brain to use it! Oh, and apprently he can turn people into donkeys too!

How does his powers work? Let's take one example of Mokh's heroic escapade.

Now, Mokh's job allows him to maintain the welfare for a bunch of villagers. So one day, Mokh decided to give the villagers a place to live by promising the construction of a new village. Fair enough. He had promoted his new sprawling village-ship by dangling the nearby forest reserve (which is a gazetted forst reserve since 1898), as a carrot in front of the 'donkeys'. Thus the villagers, who had now turned into real 'donkeys' by Mokh, then bought the houses or pieces of land, because the newly-turned donkeys wanted to live near a green lung, totally believing that Mokh and his friends would be committed to protecting the 100-year-old forest.

What does Mokh do?

Using his power of severely 'Lacking a Brain', he decides to bulldoze, yes literally to bulldoze through with a series of plans in a high-handed manner without any respect for the views of the affected 'donkeys'. Wow, amazing.

First, the 'donkeys' were told that a cemetery would be created next to their land and now, to their horror, they found that the Petaling Jaya Structural Plan 2020 has bigger plans to develop the forest reserve.

It was already bad enough that the cemetery issue has divided the community – one group of 'donkeys' that wants the cemetery but most of whom DO NOT live in the area while the other group is the one affected and is understandably against it. Tempers have even flared at meetings between both groups of 'donkeys'.

No sh*t. Using his powers of 'No Common Sense', he didn't previously mentioned or discussed the cemetary project to the resident donkeys of the area but had acted on the decision made by the donkeys living from outside of the area.

Now the resident villagers are upset because they found out that Mokh's bosses have powers themselves. The power of degazetting a forest in a suspicious way that smacks of non-transparency.

The affected villagers, who are now were-donkeys (donkey by-day, human by-night) have stated that they are NOT against the cemetery but are against the de-gazetting of the forest and the manner it had been carried out. Sadly, some of Mokhs rivals has entered into the picture and has been using the issue to rally support from some misinformed constituents by using the race and religion card.

So, Hiro eat your heart out. Bending time and space? Pbfffft!

Trying to save New York from getting blown up is easy. Let's see you and your friends try to create awareness in nature conservation as well as to promote transparency in the local legislative methods and procedures. Hah!

The villagers have turned to the Justice League of Nature Society for help. Yes, I now have to reveal my secret identity and use my extraordinary powers of Good Looks and Charming Personality to help out those who are in need.

I just need a phone booth to change. Where to find ah?

My Adventure of Being Fickle

Yes, I know.

This is the 3rd time I've changed my template in a short span of time.

Blame it on my mood swings.

Anyways, on a conservation note;





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Announcement:

I was informed that "Man" cannot be contacted and most probably eaten by a Tiger. If you want to get your hands on the t-shirt, please make your way to the Nature Owlet at MNS HQ in Jalan Kelantan.

How to get there? It's along Jalan Istana (heading towards Jalan Duta/Jalan Tun Razak). Before the turn-off to Carcosa Seri Negara, there is a small road on the left.

HQ is the old-looking building.

My Adventure of Getting Pissed... Yet Again

Leopard cats in tiny, constricting cages at the 'mini zoo' in Klang.

Why do we jail criminals?

Why do we hold them in cages, locked away from the public?

Right. Then tell me now what these animals have done to deserve such treatment? Rob a blooody jewelery shop did they?

As I was busy being pissed-off on the fate of the 300+ Sea Turtles last week, another of these so-called mini zoos opened in Klang.

These establishment are a bloody laugh. Caging wildlife for public display is inhumane and unethical but we still see plenty of it here. Is it acceptable by our society's standards?

The answer is unfortunately; Yes.

This new zoo in Klang is another sad part of our society's apathy, cruelty and somewhat lack of compassion. How many of these bullshite establishments have we in this country?

Too bloody many!

All over the country, so-called 'mini zoos' are sprouting up. Most of them with deplorable, constricted, binding enclosures. These are the sad sights which greets visitors to these hell-holes. To make it worse, some animals are trained to perform mindless, silly shows because the public gets their high from an Orang Utan riding a bloody bicycle.

Now, you would be asking, "Isn't Perhilitan doing anything to adress the problem"?

They are, but they might as well be pissing in the wind, considering our outdated, narrow and loophole riddled Wildlife Law... and oh, lack of common sense and judegement on the part of Wildlife to sum it all up.

Wildlife and National Parks Department’s (Perhilitan) oft-cited excuse is that it has little clout over these places because the Wildlife Protection Act 1972 (WPA) is glaringly silent on them and does not mandate their licensing.

And although cruelty to wildlife carries a penalty of RM5,000 or five years’ imprisonment under the Act, Perhilitan enforcement director Misliah Mohamad Basir contends that “cruelty” is difficult to prove. “When you say a cage is too small, it is subjective. People will ask ‘what is the right cage size for that species?’ This is not spelt out anywhere.”

-The Star, 27 March 2007.

Maybe I should organise a fundraising event to collect money in order to purchase the Wildlife officers some common sense... or a new brain while we're at it.

Lack of legislation or to be more exact; ineffcient and out-dated laws is the main problem here in this country. The only other legislation which highlights animal abuse is the Animal Act 2006 (which succeeds the Animal Ordinance 1956), but it is inefficient as it comes under the Veterinary Service Department, which have no resources to conduct enforcement work.

So, Perhilitan might as well be playing with their balls as even if they do take action against these wankers, the fine of RM200 or jail term of six months is too paltry for an organisation which rakes in a shite-load of money every month.

Please, we can be more sensible in this matter. We can use our common sense to know whether the animal is suffering or otherwise.

Do not support these establishments, tell your friends and families, even strangers on the streets not to do the same. Maybe, just maybe we can be the caring society that we always say that we are.

Keep them in the wild and protect their habitat. I shit you not.

It *is* that simple.