. Do you love your parents?

Hey hey hey ..
Been having a tiring day today. Everything is so fucked up sometimes. Damn wei, there is a test tomorrow, for Microeconomics (MIP), and i think im gonna be dead drownin in the trance of economics. I couldnt understand a single shit that came out from the lecturer.

I had a 3 hours break today after my MIP lecture. I drove to Pyramid together with Kang Wei and Yoong for lunch. Were having fun talkin abt obscene shits, which almost laughed our asses off. We were joking abt some sex stories and craps that eventually attracted some neighbouring tables to stare at us haha.

Anyway, i found and read this article while i was searching for some info abt some movies, Bridge to Tarbathia or something, forgive me for not getting the spelling right. actually i did this article as an assignments for one of my subjects in CIMP, Families in a Diverse Society. Its good to splash some fresh water on our faces when we need it. Here goes:

An 80 year old man was sitting on the sofa in his house along with his 45 years old highly educated son.
Suddenly a crow perched on their window.

The Father asked his Son, "What is this?"

The Son replied "It is a crow".

After a few minutes, the Father asked his Son the 2nd time, "What is this?"

The Son said "Father, I have just now told you "It's a crow".

After a little while, the old Father again asked his Son the 3rd time, What is this?

At this time some expression of irritation was felt in the Son's tone when he said to his
Father with a rebuff..
"It's a crow, a crow".

A little after, the Father again asked his Son the 4th time, "What is this?"

This time the Son shouted at his Father,
"Why do you keep asking me the same question again and again, although
I have told you so many times 'IT IS A CROW'.
Are you not able to understand this?"

A little later the Father went to his room and came back with an old tattered diary,
which he had maintained since his Son was born. On opening a page, he asked his
Son to read that page. When the son read it, the following words were written in the diary :-

"Today my little son aged three was sitting with me on the sofa, when a crow was
sitting on the window. My Son asked me 23 times what it was, and I replied to him
all 23 times that it was a Crow. I hugged him lovingly each time he asked me the
same question again and again for 23 times.
I did not at all feel irritated I rather felt affection for my innocent child".

While the little child asked him 23 times "What is this", the Father had felt no irritation in
replying to the same question all 23 times and When today the Father asked his Son the
same question just 4 times, the Son felt irritated and annoyed.

So..

If your parents attain old age, do not repulse them or look at them as a burden, but speak to
them a gracious word, be cool, obedient, humble And kind to them. Be considerate to your parents.
From today say this aloud,
"I want to see my parents happy forever. They have cared for me ever since I was a little
child.
They have always showered their selfless love on me.
They crossed all mountains and valleys without seeing the storm and heat to make me a
person presentable in the society today".

After reading this, i somehow realized that this story reflects back on me. Remembering the times that i shouted at my mum for irritating me, and the times when i was a little kid running around and keeping my mum's hand busy for causing troubles. My mum told me, sometimes when i started screaming at her when she is trying to ask me how m i doing or just to check on me whether im fine, she somehow feels that her heart is bleeding, making her feel like crying. I felt so sorry for her now, and i hate myself for being so ungrateful. Imagine she raised me up with her barehand, and giving me such a good life, and she is getting all these from me? I was thinking, if i were to be her, I will probably feel the cut inside my heart.

To tell y'all the truth, a simple 3-word phrase such as 'I love you" right into the face of your parents could cause more than happiness and joy inside of them. Isn't it easy to say out the 3 words? Easy right, and yet so many of us feel so awkward to say it. If you truly love them, say it and always remember this, treat others like how you want others to treat you. What comes around goes around man. peace.

Nothing in this world is IMPOSSIBLE. Cause the word IMPOSSIBLE itself says I M POSSIBLE

. Pasta .

Hello. Im back. First of all sorry for not updating my blog and making it so deserted for quite some time. Secondly, I'd like to rephrase what was written in the past few posts, that i do not like to use fancy English or grammar in my post. I wan to make it straight to the point. And I dont run around the bush for fuck's sake. Some of u been telling me, "oi nigga, y ur blog so cha one, all ur grammar is like Chinaman only". Hehe, well there goes my answer. I'm not gonna mention the name la but, yea i admit my English sucks, but u'r not any better than me. No offense la hehehe.

Been tasting different kinds of pasta in my Uni life, both bitter pasta and sweet pasta. Damn dawg, lemme start with the bitter one. Been stressing out with my assignments for the past 2 weeks. Been panicking and tryin to solve the problems with my assignments. In the end, i screwed it. Haha Business Stats, damn man i couldnt understand what on earth is the fengshui chinese geek teaching in lectures. In tutes, all he does is ask us to do on the board and he marks it. Damn, wtf wei ?? He should get a life in lets say being Lillian Too's slave or whatever la.

Now the sweet one. Recently been nominated to be one of the 12 guys that will have to represent the juniors on VU night. I'v just consulted Mr. Zain today, and guess what? I dont have to work my ass off to get a culturer wear, he told me to dress in Business Attire, representing the business-hood in Malaysia hahaa. Damn man, so i get to dance with my lovely date, Christine, or rather Ashley, in a proper gear. Haha. Instead of dancing with some indian costume with a flying carpet, lol.

There is this chick in Vu , which i wanted to kno her for quite some time already. Am not goin to mention her name la obviously but she has been coming up to me and talking to me. Haha, the best thing was she came to me and asked me how was my business stats test. Hehe, felt so happy wei. I dun have an intention to go after her la ofcourse, but she has a bf already. Tell u wad, she was wearing a transparent mini skirt during one of the lectures in week 2. Haha, Yoong and Kang Wei can be witness for that man.

Ok la, as usual i dont like to blog much. I will tell more about my days with loreal and some events i'v been thru during the nex blog la. And recent updates ofcourse.

Night

The night we met I felt so good
The stars fell from heaven
The moon shined so bright
I never thought it could

But then the owls hooted
The coyotes barked
I wished it was day
My mind was polluted

The rain came pouring
The moon eclipsed
The night was blackened
By this single doing

I felt lost
I felt scared
But then morning came
And it was all just a dream

.Mr Zain.

Holla holla holla y'all playas, niggas, gangstas, wankstas, chink ass punkas, gangsta chicks, and etc etc <-- wtf ?? ahha anyway, good day to everyone.

Ok la, after a few weeks and consecutive torments of Business Stats [BS] and MicroEcons [MIP] lectures, finally, some fat jolly clown named Mr. Zain showed his other side today right after Business Law lecture. As y'all know la, business law assignments, damn terror wei the name. Lemme tell u how terror it is, Yoong, Kang Wei, Ham Tai Wong, Aaron, aiya basically everyone in business law lectures were getting panic the moment he mentioned 'Business Law Assessment'during BL workshop. And 'y'all nid to include 10 references from 10 different textbook' fooiyooh i can tell you some of them already screaming in pain lyk a bitch.

Lemme tell you something about Mr. Zain. He is a hell of a clown la. We just cant stop laughing our asses off during BL lectures. Jokes afta jokes, vulgar afta vulgars haha. At first he was a lil boasting abt himself being a gangsta and all, fighting with the black gangstas in the United States of America [ US and A ], burning skinheads in Germany. Haha, at first I was lyk, bla bla bla wadever la Im not interested to know. But then somehow later we find him a very very good lecturer. In fact, he is the best among all of them. He is those kind of lecturers that would put students first b4 anything else. As he always says, he can be a friend, or he can be a bad devil. If you mess with him, you better start digging a hole for your own grave.

Untill today, when some students went ahead to Mr. Zain rite after he finished his lectures intending to ask him about the assessment. And he started to explain that all he wanted is to see whether we r right on track. He did mention alot of times that all our assessments, if we show him that we atleast work or try to answer/do the assignments, he wont fail us just lyk that. Even if we give him a total piece of shit work, he will still give you back your work and correct you. All he wanted is just you to try. Isn't that amazing? I mean, to get a lecturer lyk this is lyk, one in a million perhaps.

Ok la, enough of university shits. i got nothing else to blog about wei. My life is dull, but its gonna b beautiful when there's shit loads of cash lol. peace.

. life .

Hello, these few days have just been hectic in uni and relaxing at home. lol. y'all know me la, a procrastinator haha burning midnight oil is my specialty lol. anyway i was surfing the net for some psp plug-ins, i came across this interesting article. here goes:

A group of alumni, highly established in their careers, got together to visit their old university professor. Conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work and life. Offering his guests coffee, the professor went to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups: porcelain, plastic, glass, crystal, some plain looking, some expensive, some exquisite,,,telling his guests to help themselves to the coffee.

When all had a cup of coffee in hand, the professor said: "If you noticed, all the nice looking expensive cups were taken up, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. While it is normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress.

"Be assured that the cup itself adds no quality to the coffee. In most cases it is just more expensive and in some cases even hides what we drink! What all of you really wanted was coffee, not the cup, but you consciously went for the best cups. . . . and then you began eyeing the other person's cup.

"Now consider this: Life is the coffee; the jobs, money, and position in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold and contain Life, and the type of cup we have does not define or change the quality of Life we live. Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee. God brews the coffee, not the cups. Sit back, relax and just enjoy your coffee!

"The happiest people I know don't have the best of everything. They simply make the best of everything they have."

well as y'all know im not that kind of person who thinks deep very often. but this simple fact have really woke me up. now i realise wanting the best materials stuff in my life isnt important no more. i used to complain with everything i have, but now, i began to appreciate what i have, althou i dun drive nice cars [just a wira btw], im satisfied because there's lotta our friends out there who dont even own a car, some whom even need to depend public transport to colleges.

thinking about those who have low status in society, i give them my full respect even they're MPSJ's rubbish collectors, or factory workers. why? simply because they work with their bare hands and get a living with their own blood and sweat rather than doing stuff that are harmful such as robberies and snatch thieves. if u realise, all these people live happily. staying up late at nite drinking with friends in the kopitiam, here joke abit, there joke abit, blow yi blow water. seeing all the smile on their faces really brighten up my day ahha. sometimes we just need to think outside the box, and have a clearer mind of what makes us happy, what adds colours to our lives, instead of sitting at home winning and complaining things that we dun have. my piece of advice, live life to the fullest, inwardly ofcourse, not outwardly. peace.

. vindicated .

Holla ..

First of all, I just want y'all to know I dont use fancy english in my blog man, Im just getting things straight forward here, I dont run around the bush for fuck's sake.

So there goes my high flying, low riding, and never tripping holidays, roller coaster holidays indeed. VU classes hav already begun. And Im still upset about the timetable i got. I hav big gaps on my timetable everyday. Atleast 2 hours everyday man, so what am i gonna do?? Gonna lepak around and get my black ass back to college for another class. Man thats all bullshit. Its not that bad after all knowing my dai lou William got the same timetable as i do.

Anyway, back to my holidays, imma let you guys know, the spring time of youth doesnt wait !! So play all you can while you still young and dangerous lol. I have been getting down with some gangsta shits with my psp - 50 Cent BulletProof, G-Unit Edition.

Thats the shit right there im telling y'all, it got me all addicted. For all you gangstas wanna-be i have something for you, try this Gangs Of London. Y'all can have a preview by clicking HERE Gangs Of London is shizzle that brings you into the world of gangsterism. It gives you a reality experience of a gangsta, so, try it out folks. Only available in psp ofcourse.

Ok la, i told y'all i dont blog long. there's about it. thx for dropping by. peace.

.window.

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room’s only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.

Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window. The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their
model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.

As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by.

Although the other man couldn’t hear the band - he could see it. In his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.

Days and weeks passed….

One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away. As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone. Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed.

It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window. The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.

She said, “Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.”

Epilogue:

There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.

Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.


If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can’t buy.

“Today is a gift, that’s why it is called the present.”