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I do apologize for not updating recently because i have been caught up with tonnes of assignments and examinations. I have to words to say SCREW ENGLISH. English has always been my favorite subject in the past. Ive always looked forward to going to english class. Reasons why: English is(WAS) a dead easy subject, my teacher is(WAS) a funny dude, there is(WAS) hot chicks in my english class and it wasnt suppose to be this stressful. Well ever since academic writing, referencing and bullshitting walked into my life, english has been a real bitch, literally.
The fact that my teacher doesnt really teach and the pace she is going doesnt really help either

Well on a lighter note I didnt screw maths up much to the disgust of quite a number of people in my class. No worries, that was just a fluke(altho i wish there is more to come). There are many more examinations to come anyways (whoop de doo). Im going to back to Penang around the 2oth for about 5 days, I hope my homies back home are free lol. After that I wont be back for quite a long long time because there is not long break after this sem and before the next.

I have quite a few pics and videos which is would like to upload here but my phone cable isnt really helping so it can wait i guess. Will update soon about bike rides and pranks and some other crap haha. As for now a huge BRB.

yet another Malaysian Moral Story

The was once a man named Mr Ng who hailed from Johor. He worked as a hawker selling hokkien me at the area. Day and night he worked hard to bring food to the table for his family selling his precious hokkien mee. He wasnt a very rich man and he led a very simple life alongside with his wife and three sons. Mr Ng had always urged his three sons to study hard as he felt education was the key to survival in this harsh world.

He would always ask them to study hard and finish their homework and would punish them if their exam results were bad. His sons of course feared their father and do as he says. But there was one son who stood out from the rest, Ah Khang. Ah Khang wasnt like his bring brothers who studied hard and get good results. Ah Khang was a very slow learner and he isnt a very bright student in class either. He would always day dream in class and not pay attention, much to the frustration of his father. He was constantly canned by his father and at one point his father gave up on him. His father always called him a dumbass and he was always looked down by his brothers.
"Dumbass can fail engerish also arr?"
"Dumbass biolegey also dunno arr?
"Dumbass, exponential function also dunno how to do arr?"
"Haiya dumbass peliodic table also dunno harr??

This took a toll on Ah Khang and in the end he had no choice but to help his father in the hokkien mee stall. Ah Khang had always wanted to make his father proud, but everything he did seemed to just anger his father. Ah Khang was miserable and he slaved over his father's stall for many years.

Mr Ng was getting really old and he couldnt work in the hokkien mee stall anymore. He was suffering from lung cancer because of all the cigarettes he has been smoking. He sought help from his two elder successful sons who have graduated from university and had successful careers and beautiful wives. They ignored their father's plight and paid for the hospital bills but never visited him. Mr Ng was very sad, all he had now was Ah Khang.

On Mr Ng's last day on this mortal earth, Ah Khang decided to pay his dad a visit. He knew he had been a failure all his life and the least he could do was atleast show that he still appreciated his father's hard work and devotion. When he opened the hospital bedroom door, he saw his father lying on the hospital bed, weak and pathetic. With tubes sticking about and an oxygen mask covering his mouth. His father couldnt speak at all because of his condition. The priest stood there saying Mr Ng's last rites. When Ah Khang step forward to his father`s side, all of the sudden his father started squirming and he looked like he was in great pain. Ah Khang said, "Father, what's wrong?" The priest handed Mr Ng a pen and paper and he wrote something on it as fast as he could before his death. Ah Khang was shocked, without even looking at the paper he folded it and put it in his shirt pocket and gave his father a hug.

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At the funeral, Ah Khang was suppose to say a speech regarding his father. He was at a loss of words and didnt know what to say. He sought the help of the priest and the priest said "Dear son, remember your father`s note? It might contain his last meaningful words and you can use them." Ah Khang was very excited and he grabbed the paper out of his pocket and walked out in front of the all mourners. Before he delivered his speech he read the note. It said


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"You Dumbass, get your foot off my oxygen pipe..."


Moral of the story, study hard....

Another Malaysian Moral Story

Once upon a time there was a business man named Mr Lim who lived in Penang, Malaysia. He runs own business operation which is a manufacturing plant producing coat hangers. His business is a very lucrative one and he brings in enough money to feed his wife and daughter. Mr Lim works hard and strives to expand his business. Because of this he isnt home most of the time and he stays in his office from early morning until late at night.

Because of this, he is sometimes abit paranoid. He always suspects that his wife is having an affair with another man because she feels lonely during his absence. He is constantly spying on his wife while he is at home doing things such as looking through her text messages, checking her dialed numbers in her handphone and constantly questioning her. Mrs Lim is of course not pleased at all with this and defends her case scolding her husband. Mr Lim is of course not satisfied.

Weeks go by and they constantly quarrel over this matter. Their daughter has to bear with their heated arguements when her father comes back from work and she is very confused. Sometimes Mr Lim would walk out of the house and drive to the local pub at night and chat with his friends. One day during his drinking sessions, Mr Lim`s friend Ah Beng suggested to him to call home during his work hours. This way his daughter will answer and she will tell him whats the situation at home. Mr Lim thinked hard about it and decided to give it a try because the plan seems simple and harmless.

On the very next day while at work, it was nearly lunch time so Mr Lim decided call home.
When someone did finally answer, it was a little girl`s voice
"Hello?"
"Hello dear, is mummy at home?"
"Yes she is daddy."
"Good, where is she?"
"Oh, she is in the bedroom with Uncle Tom."
"Is that so?" He sounded very frustrated and angry. Then he continued
"Dear, can you do daddy a favour?"
"Of course daddy"
"Stand outside the bedroom, and shout "Mummy! Daddy is home!"
"Ok daddy."

The receiver at the other end of the line was put down and little foot steps could be heard. Moments later, surely enough there was a voice shouting "Mummy! Daddy is home!"
Shortly after that there was a sound of someone screaming, the window breaking followed by a loud thud. Then the receiver at the other line was picked up again.
"Dear, what just happened?"
"Oh, I shouted to mummy and then she panicked, Uncle Tom freaked out and jumped out the window from the upstairs bedroom into the swimming pool. We emptied the swimming pool yesterday because we wanted to clean it. So Uncle Tom is in there now not moving and there is alot of blood."
"Swimming pool? Upstairs bedroom? Whats this? Is this 04-2278909? Opps wrong number!"
**phone goes dead**

Moral of the story, trust your own fricking wife =p