TIHS

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

Malaysian Moral Story

Once upon a time there lived a man in Malaysia named Mohd Ali bin Abu bakar who resided from Kedah. He had the perfect life, a faithful and helpful wife, a daughter and 2 sons. He had always wanted to contribute to his country so he worked as a soldier in the Malaysian Royal army. He was a very patriotic man and he was an outstanding soldier in his force and after a few years of service he was promoted to Captain. Ali being very proud of his stripes had hundreds of men under his command and he is elite in using fire arms.

Being part of the army meant that he had to go to different places, executing missions around Malaysia and sometimes in other countries. He worked really hard and he had volunteered in many countries fighting and sometimes helping people who have suffered from things such as war, natural disasters or any tragedies. Naturally he would be away from his family quite often and he only sees them once every few months, but being a patriot he is willing to bear this sacrifice.

His family has always feared for his safety but they are well aware that his job is a noble one and it pays the bills. However one day there was a war going on in Arab and duty called. He had to go to Arab for a rescue mission because a VIP from Malaysia who was there some unknown reason got caught in a crossfire between some rebels and millitants before being kidnapped. The Prime minister was very worried so he made this mission top priority.

While arriving in arab Captain Ali noticed the weather was extremely hot and the surroundings were very barren. Its was a complete place of misery as the paths were dusty, the sun danced evily around your head and there doesnt seem to be any sign of life as the weather was just too hot. Captain Ali wasnt faltered by his surroundings, he just wanted to carry on with the rescue mission and go back home to his family. On the next day at the crack of dawn he and his platoon will set out to the danger zone and bring the VIP back.

The following day at the crack of dawn they set out into the desert to travel to the danger zone which is about 3 hours ride. As the terrain was very bad and the whole area consist of tall sand dunes, they used camels as a form of transport. Ali wasnt used to this, but very quickly he learned how to ride the beast and continued with his journey smoothly. His platoon consisted of 40 men who didnt look very Malaysian to him. Some fo them were from Malaysia but from different states while the rest were arabians.

Halfway through their journey, they were suddenly ambushed by rebels who were all armed with AK-47s. The sudden attack caused a sudden shock among the men as most of them panicked. Ali watched as some of the men from his platoon got killed by the gun fire. He did what was right and fired back at the rebels. Soon everyone fired back at the rebels, but there were just too many of them and they had to retreat. Ali watched in fear as there were dead bodies about and riderless camels running about. He had no choice but to ride off blindly into the open vast desert. He did not know where the rest of the survivors went but he just carried on running.
Earlier there was an Arabian guide leading the platoon but now Ali had to depend on his instincts to find his way back

He rode alone in the scorching desert and tried recalling his way around the desert. But everywhere looked the same as there was just sand and cactus. He was in a very panicked state as he didnt know what to do and his only company was the camel he rode on. He went about blindly for about 3 days. Depending on the cactus for water and killing little desert critters for food. He was going crazy as the weather was driving crazy and he felt very desolated.

On the second week he was already raving mad. He was cleary malnurished and he didnt have any human contact for 14 solid days. The one thing which he most enjoyed at home was sadly, his sex. He has gone for about 14 days without it and he is getting really desperate. With the feeling of dread, he looked at his camel. "No, no way! I wouldnt ever do that!" But the tought of it kept going through his mind. He was really really desperate so one day he just tried it. He just kept trying to get at the back of the camel. But the camel would run off everytime he tried and he is left on the ground. He was still determined trying to get back on the camel and finally get this over with, how he wish there was something he could tie the camel to.

This went on for about day. Him trying to get on the camel`s back and it just running off leaving him behind. But somehow luck was on his side. All of this "running and chasing" has brought him towards a rural road. There was a really pretty Arabian woman there with car trouble. Ali had to pull the camel towards her direction and asked her what seems to be the problem. Said her car had some trouble starting. Being a very handy person Ali helped to fix her car.

While Ali was fixing her car he would look back at her nervously. Staring at her with lustful eyes. When he was done the girl said. "Thanks for helping me, I am now in your debt. I would do anything for you! Anything!" she said to him with the most seductive look.
Looking at her with the most lustly and nervous look he said " Anything??"
Then she smile back at him with the most seductive look ever " Anything..........." she said slowly
It took awhile for Ali to let it out. He looked at her timidly, and with the most pitiful eyes he said
"Will you hold this damn Camel for me?"

Moral of the Story, Miracles do happen! Just we dont know that its happening right infront of our faces

Ghost Rider

I havent written a single post for the past 10 days so I guess this is the right time. Lately my housemates and I are going through rehabillitation from playing Dota lol. So far we have been doing well relying on other things to do such as playing cards(chor dai ti, yes call me noobie but atleast now i know how to play!), bike riding and of course studying*GASP!!*

Speaking about bike riding Ive been doing it alot lately, it feels great really. When I said bike riding im not talking about riding to campus and back, Im talking about riding around my area exploring different places we didnt usually go using cars. To make things easier I ride around with some of my housemates at night, ranging from about 9:45 to 11:15. Around these times we would be riding out because the temperature is clearly cooler and the traffic is lesser.

At first we rode around my neighbourhood which is a small area, just riding in circles from block to block. Just riding around talking alot of crap and observing the people living in our area. After that we advanced to riding in the neighbouring neighbourhood which is much more vast and the roads are slightly more winding and there are more uphills and downhills. After that, we rode from the neighbouring neighbourhood towards the shop-lots very close to our neighbourhoods. There we have much more space to ride around and we get to observe the small bars and restaurants nearby. The place is dark, some of the shoplots are abandoned and gloomy, and there are many stray dogs wandering around which makes it more thrilling. Currently, we have expanded our route into our campus. Seems like a normal ride to campus but we actually ride inside and around the freaking huge compound. The campus grounds looks very very different at night compared to the day. The place somehows seems bigger and its surroundings are very gloomy. The up-hills there are killer as we had to paddle like crazy to make it to the top but of course it would mean the down-hills are freaking awesome. The wind blowing into my face, the slight drizzle splattering about while dashing down a freaking slope.

Well enough about that, I mainly wanted to talk about what happened about 2 hours ago. The usual route we take in campus would be entering from the back entrance, riding up to the hostel area using the walkway to the SA building then up towards the steep hill towards the sports centre. Usually we would ride to the kapas house which is all the way at the end of the campus but we decided to make a few rounds around the basketball court. There were some people playing in the pitch darkness but we didnt really mind them. They were only using 1/4 of the court while we rode around a few rounds on the smooth court grounds. After that we proceeded to the front of the admin building which was kinda hard because the hill is kinda steep. After that we decided to ride around the path of the lake. Well lets just say the pathway was kinda creepy because there were trees by its side and there was hardly any light so the vision ahead was very bad. At first the path was a straight road and I could roughly see ahead. Then I realised that the path was about to curve in and I couldnt see ahead and It was freaking dark. At the moment I felt really uncomfortable, like I was being watched. There was some weird lapping sound on the lake water like something was there waiting.Immediatly I put on my brakes and told my housemates to turn around. Something really, really didnt feel right. As I was the one leading the way, when we were going out I was the one furthest behind. I was really hoping my housemates would pedal faster because my back is now exposed to whatever that`s there. It was one hell of a creeped out feeling.

After that we rode home and that was that. Im not turned off from riding my bike at night. Infact Im determined to go back there and ride the complete round around the lake when im mentally prepared lol.

Angelic Horns

Nothing much happening this week, same as usual. Classes are of course boring and Im having a really hardtime catching up with maths. Well tonight instead of the usual nerd dota-ing we guys played black jack and I earned 3 bucks from not playing dota lol. I hope all that yelling and screaming didnt get to the neighbours.

Anyways I wanted to talk about helping others. Do you believe that from helping others you will feel good about yourself? Do you think you are doing the person good? Well I grew up being told not to be too helpful to people because its mostly a waste of time and nothing good will come of it. Well I was totally against this and I feel it is really, really bad not to help someone in need. Somehow, helping people has mostly landed me in trouble more than anything else. Im not pissed at anyone at this moment or in a bad mood, I just wanna voice out this point thats all.

There was this one time, in secondary school where I found this wallet on the floor. I looked into the wallet and found out that the owner is a classmate of mine. When I returned it to him, i thought he would be happy that he got it back but I was wrong. He looked into the wallet and found some money missing and accused me of taking it. Whats wrong with these people? Anyway he proceeded to telling his mum who called me that night. She was asking me questions in the most interrogating way which got me nervous. She assumed that because of my trembling voice, that Im guilty. Fine, I dont care, that guy isnt really a good friend of mine but the worse part is when he told my classmates about it which really really screwed me up. Sure I had some friends who backed me up but none the less my reputation got ruined because it got to the other classes. It was just twenty bucks missing, was it really worth it to do that to me? In the end the discipline master knew I was right because a real thief would take the money and dump the wallet. Dude if you remember this and you are reading this. Come find me again, i`ll throw 50 bucks right into your face and you can keep it, thats a promise.

From experience I have always helped many people with stuff and I found out, the more you give , the more they wanna take. This isnt the olden days anymore where helping someone would mean that one day he would return the favor and save you life or something. This is 2008 where many people are manipulative as they are. I didnt say that helping someone is wrong, but when the person keeps asking for more, it gets really annoying and you are doing this for what? A sincere(more like fake) thanks just isnt good enough anymore. Ive seen most of my friends who would just give and give and give. But in the end what do they get from it? They become more like a slave than an angel to the person.

I would again like to stress that Im not angry or something, I just wanna voice this out thats all. Take a look at your friends and the people you roll with. Do you think they are really your goodfriends or just some certain people who use you, manipulate you or just talk to you when they are bored. Yes a person may seem like a sincere friend that talks to you or spend time with you, but when his or her other cronies come along you get chucked aside used socks. Im quite fortunate not to have friends who are like this(hopefully).

Anyways its not only people you know who you should be aware of. There are stories where people who plead for help by the side of the road at night and when the samaritan comes along he gets a knife pointed at his face and his car stolen. There are people who would give an unfortunate person a ride home and get raped. There are people who help young children in need and get their money snatched right under their nose. There are people who finacially help others but in the end get conned of their money. So is it right to be right? I feel sometimes doing something right(good) can go really wrong.

You wanna help the unfortunate? Throw some money in the donation box. Enough said.

Tagged by Kwen

RULE #1 People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.

1. If it was the last night on earth with your past, what would you do?
steal a car, preferably a sports car. Fill it up with a full tank and speed around lil` Penang

2. If you can have a dream to come true, what would it be?
I mostly have nightmares, sorry Im not telling

3. Do you have a malicious mind and how bad does it goes?
quite bad really, dont think you wanna know

4. What would you do with a billion dollars?
Beach House, House by the Hills, Ferarri, Invest, Donate

5. Pretty but fat/Ugly but slim, which one would you prefer?
I prefer being a virgin

6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?
both

7. Is there anyone that you've waited and how did it last?
I never had to wait for people, it`s more of the other way around ;)

8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?
move on?

9. If you like to act with someone, who will it be? your gf/bf or an actress/actor?
Sorry I dont like acting infront of my better half.

10. Will you invite for Ex bf/gf to your wedding dinner?
sure, makes the feeling of regret stronger :D

11. How would you see yourself in ten years time?
hopefully somewhere in question 4

12. What's your fear?
ZOMBIES omg! hahaha

13. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?
childish kwen!

14. Would you rather be single and rich or married but poor?
if I was rich, I wont be married, I would have alot of mistresses right????

15. What's the first thing you do when you wake up?
get up and hit the shower.

16. What kinda girlfriend/boyfriend do you think you are?
a horny one accodring to many people..

17. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick?
who would i pick?? how would you know?

18. Would you forgive and forget no matter how horrible a thing the someone has done?
depends on the seriousness of it. if it was a personal matter which is sensitive, I never forgive and forget.

19.Do you prefer being single or having a relationship?
both paths are equally f**ked up.

Tagged
1)Jesslyn
2)Zhi Yuen
3)Michelle
4)Ezan
5)Jenny