FML III

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I'm really riled up now sorry if my words are inappropriate.

I don't even care if they are reading this. I think, not a few, not majority, but ALL UK citizens are fucking stupid. They are either too lacking of exposure or they simply just have limited brain cells. If you live here long enough, you'll find that even the very fundamentals of development of any country like for instance banking system is really fucked up.

For those foreign students who study here, I'm sure you know what I'm talking about.

Nonetheless, I should not blame the system. I should blame the people who run the system.

Forget about my experience in the bank. Let's go back to 5 minutes from now, the scene is a convenient shop near my residence hall.

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YgGuo: Hi. Malboro lights please. The small packet.

Sohai: Hi. Can I have a look at your ID?

YgGuo: Sure.

I took out my driving license and explained:

YgGuo: The numbers down here is my date of birth. The number 89 indicates the year I was born......(uhuh uhuh) and the number 10 is the month.... (yes yes) and 26 is the date...(oh I see)

Sohai: But it doesn't have your date of birth.

YgGuo: I just mentioned to you...this is my date of birth. Here, the number 89 indicates the year...

Sohai: I'm sorry but your date of birth needs to be stated on your ID

YgGuo: Dude, this is my driving license, it is common sense that a driving license holder is 18years old plus. That is why date of birth is unnecessary to be stated.

Sohai: Well, in some countries their minimum driving age is less than 18 years old

YgGuo: Hey look! It's Malaysian Flag! It's not of some of the countries you are talking about.

Sohai: Yea but I still need to see your date of birth. Maybe you can bring your passport or whatever documents w your date of birth

Bring your mom la!

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I wonder if all foreign students feel the same way. I find that most of the friends that I've made here, they are more like my drinking/ clubbing partners rather than a friend that I could actually connect w. So in Manchester if it wasn't Friday/ Saturday night I basically quarantine myself and live off the grid, and these are the moments in life where everything you see becomes a reminiscer:

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As I walked to my University, it reminds me of the convenience of having a car.

As I stepped into the kitchen, it reminds me of how my meal was always readily available for consumption back in Malaysia.

As I came home from clubbing, thou I'm no longer bounded by curfew, it hurts me a lil inside knowing that there's no one waiting for my return.

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Guess absence breeds appreciation.

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Happy birthday to myself

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Frankly, the idea of birthday celebration wasn't too appealing to me at the beginning. Well, don't get me wrong. I do take it seriously, because it is an awesome excuse to throw a massive party and get wasted. Not only where people are obliged to show up, it is also good way of reconnecting w people that you have lost touch w and most of the time they'd overlook the fact that you have been ignoring them for the past events and be all grateful again.

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But apart from that, I don't think birthday parties really serve a purpose. All the generic birthday gifts and wishes, none of which means anything, especially when it's coming from those who barely come to you on a social call, and all of sudden out of nowhere they appeared in your life again, wishing you out of a sense of obligation than nothing else, in the hopes they would hitch a free ride in your awesome birthday party that you will be holding.

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On the other hand, giving the circumstances that there's a bunch of true friends genuinely willing to celebrate w you, this precedent happens year after year. Thus, even the best surprise party loses its novelty eventually. (and who the hell is still dumb enough to fall for a surprise party?)

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Ironically, I did. Cmon! Who the hell would expect a chinese restaurant in China Town to pull off the TGIF-like birthday song? It was definitely even more gratifying than the birthday party I had in one of the clubs in Manchester, all thanks to Misha, Alvaro and Tamara =]

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Henceforth, my point of view changes.

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I realized, no matter how your birthday may turns out should not be the prime subject to be taken into account, for those have put in lots of thoughts for every detail and they put forth effort in succeeding it.

Whereas being apart from my friends, birthday wishes and gifts make me feel very contented, knowing that being apart does not mean I am being forgotten.

And looking at them now, it makes me feel closer to my friends once more.

In one way or another, birthday celebrations make you feel that you are not alone in this world (unless you are celebrating it alone). They work as a reminiscer that reflects those feelings and experience you have had that particular year, and they convey the warmth from the people who have given thoughts about you, care for you.

And seeing the fact that they are not anywhere near me and yet still making such tremendous fuss about it, inside, I grinned. =]

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Age of 20 also means that I can no longer simply spend my time idly and continue living in denial that I could still take things easy like a teenager. Gotta face off w the responsibilities now. Or maybe next semester. Lol.

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ps: thanks for the birthday wishes/gifts people!

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A Ridiculous Grocery Shopping Experience

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Earlier just now I went to ASDA to do some grocery shopping. As I handed over my credit card and start packing my groceries, I noticed that I needed another bag. So I said to the receptionist.

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Me: Hey ya. Can I have a bag?

Hak Guai Poh:...(completely ignored me)

Me: Hey can I have another bag? (I repeated myself assuming it went unheeded)

Hak Guai Poh pretended to be busy.

Me: Excuse me?

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Hak Guai Poh suddenly recovered from her deafness and say: In UK we say please.

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I could not believe my ears. I stunted and stared at her for a few seconds. And then I laughed at her face w one side of my eye brown higher than the other. That was my WTF face and I still managed to get my bag. HAHAHA BITCH!

I'm not being racist, but seriously, I think black people has something against me. For more information please refer to A Ridiculous Exam Experience.

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The Climb

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Success is nearer than you thought

Don't give up on yourself as others have not

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Competence Equals Confidence

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I used to dissent from the saying: In life there is no shortcut. Because from what I saw in every aspect of life, there'd always been a shortcut, it's just the matter of whether you are able to discern it or not.

Take examinations for instance.

In the throes of preparing for my exams, instead of learning the whole subject I'd always dissect the past year papers and only read those topics to which are connected to the past year questions. I might not be the best student around, but I scored good grades w/o putting much efforts, and here I am studying in a much prestigious academic institution.

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However much I managed to cope, I've come to a significant realization that, I might be competent enough to sit examinations, but knowing that what I know is pretty much cukup makan sahaja, I have never ever been confident sitting examinations.

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I think, in order to do something right, it is imperative that competency and confidence exist contemporaneously. In other words, not only that you need the competency, the necessary skills and knowledge derived from devotion of your efforts, it is important to have the confidence to take action on your ability, to do what you know and use them to your full potential.

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Say, you are competent but you lack of confidence. The odds are that you'll be rattled whenever you hit a hurdle. Nervousness will find its way and creep on you easily whenever you come across w something you are unfamiliar with. You have no self belief at all and you are stuck.

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On the other hand, if you are incompetent and yet have unjustified confidence, I'd say it is a perfect recipe for disaster.

The other day my flatmate who remotely knows how to cook at all placed a cup noodle in the microwave w/o opening it and let it microwaved god knows for how long. The microwave then exploded, fire works here and there and set up the fire alarm. It was damn cool thou.

(Dear Flatmate if you are reading this please note that I have kept you anonymous and I love you)

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So guys, I know I don't sound like me at all, and you think you would never hear this from me in a million years but yes, you need to be more competent, you need to study. You might be confident that your future is all set. You may have liable connections, you may have a filthy rich dad who already mapped out everything for you, but if you don't have the necessary skills, don't delude yourself that success is at your hand.

Don't go getting delusions of grandeur. As confidence alone is not called confidence. It is called arrogance.

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In life, there may not be a shortcut. But there's a detour to a better outcome: hard work pays off, but smart work pays better, a practical advice I read from Roe's. Let's us all work hard together, be more competent than we are now so that in the time to come we could frighten the others w our achievements, stand straight w a surge of confidence and swagger in the utmost cocky way, underestimate others and say 'Fuck you in the face!'

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Ps: same thing goes to picking up chicks =p if you don't work (force yourself to approach them chicks), you'll never come by the confidence. I did. True story ;)

cheers*

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What should I do to marry a rich guy?

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A young and pretty lady posted this on a popular forum:

Title: What should I do to marry a rich guy?

I'm going to be honest of what I'm going to say here. I'm 25 this year. I'm very pretty, have style and good taste. I wish to marry a guy with $500k annual salary or above. You might say that I'm greedy, but an annual salary of $1M is considered only as middle class in New York . My requirement is not high. Is there anyone in this forum who has an income of $500k annual salary? Are you all married? I wanted to ask: what should I do to marry rich persons like you? Among those I've dated, the richest is $250k annual income, and it seems that this is my upper limit. If someone is going to move into high cost residential area on the west of New York City Garden ( ? ) , $250k annual income is not enough.

I'm here humbly to ask a few questions:

1) Where do most rich bachelors hang out? (Please list down the names and
addresses of bars, restaurant, gym)

2) Which age group should I target?

3) Why most wives of the riches is only average-looking? I've met a few
girls who doesn't have looks and are not interesting, but they are able to
marry rich guys

4) How do you decide who can be your wife, and w ho can only be your
girlfriend? (my target now is to get married)

Ms. Pretty

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Amazing reply:

Dear Ms. Pretty,

I have read your post with great interest. Guess there are lots of girls out there who have similar questions like yours... Please allow me to analyse your situation as a professional investor. My annual income is more than $500k, which meets your requirement, so I hope everyone believes that I'm not wasting time here.! From the standpoint of a business person, it is a bad decision to marry you.. The answer is very simple, so let me explain.

Put the details aside, what you're trying to do is an exchange of 'beauty' and 'money': Person A provides beauty, and Person B pays for it, fair and square. However, there's a deadly problem here, your beauty will fade, but my money will not be gone without any good reason. The fa ct is, my income might increase from year to year, but you can't be prettier year after year.

Hence from the viewpoint of economics, I am an appreciation asset, and you are a depreciation asset. It's not just normal depreciation, but exponential depreciation. If that is your only asset, your value will be much worried 10 years later.

By the terms we use in Wall Street, every trading has a position, dating with you is also a 'trading position'. If the trade value dropped we will sell it and it is not a good idea to keep it for long term - same goes with the marriage that you wanted. It might be cruel to say this, but in order to make a wiser decision any assets with great depreciation value will be sold or 'leased'. Anyone with over $500k annual income is not a fool; we would only date you, but will not marry you. I would advice that you forget looking for any clues to marry a rich guy. And by the way, you could make yourself to become a rich person with $500k annual income. This has better chance than finding a rich fool.

Hope this reply helps ... If you are interested in 'leasing' services, do
contact me ...

signed,
CEO
J.P. Morgan

Yang Sik's Top 3 SOHAI moments in Manchester (by Misha)

1. You know how chinamen have their own way of saying 'fuck'? they dont say it like other normal human beings,they pronounce it like its spelled fak and say it like FAK!!! Ive never realised it before,until i arrived in manchester and my mom was here with me for the first few nights.We went out for lunch one day with dear yang sik,and my mom asked him "So how was ur journey here?"

YS : the flight was ok,then i had to take a cab to my hall,had to pay twenty pounds man!!

MOM: why didnt u sign up with the uni for the pick u p service?

YS : i did!! but when i got here,they werent around,i was like what the FAK!!

oh god.then we sat down for lunch.mom started talking about how lively the city was that weekend,the streets are packed with people,performers and entertainers everywhere u look.i said yea,they even have christians trying to convert the shoppers when they walk out of the stores!! did u see that just now?

YS: haih.all these christians.i didnt hear anything,u know me la,i just dont give a FAK!!

(moms a catholic btw.)

2. Yang sik and i were walking to the city,on the day of the big Man U vs ManCity match.

11.50 a.m:Bumped into my housemates Phillip and Cyril on the way...i asked where they were going,to the pub to catch the match they said.

YS : No la,its at midnight,why dont ya'll come watch it in the residence bar later tonight?

3. Harjun and i arrive in yang siks flat for dinner.He made pak cham kai,some vegetables and rice.Told us about how he cut his finger *pointed at large butcher knife 3 layers of plasters on his finger which the blood has already leaked through.

Halfway through dinner,his housemate joins us.I tell yang sik to stop slurping and chomping like a starved chinaman.he tells me to FAK off.i ask his housemate "isnt he disgusting?" his housemate replies "no...i think its ok for him to eat however he wants"

Yang Sik,jumps up from his seat and happily agrees *SNAPS FINGERS*

Bleeding starts again.

How To Not Screw Up A Relationship

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You probably think it's not my place to talk about this as I have never immersed myself into a serious relationship before. But I figured you can always use a third person point of view.

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I think in every relationship, when both parties becomes more 'in love' w their partner, the relationship tends to take a downfall.

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How does it manifest?

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1) You lose your grip because she doesn't call you as often as you do

2) You went crazy because you are offended when she/he said you are 'just a lil bit' clingy

2) You love your partner so much that if you don't receive the fair share of love from your partner, you assume that he/she doesn't love you anymore

3) You over reacted when you caught your partner reading their ex's blog because you became 100x more paranoid

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And then, you lil insecure rat started to dictate how your girlfriend/ boyfriend should live his/her life. Unfortunately your pigheaded partner refused to give in and retorted indignantly.

Fights were brewing up and finally one day it culminated, poof! There goes a 3 years nurtured relationship.

You kneeled, depleting every last ounce of your pride hopelessly begging your partner to take you back. Your partner shoved your hands away, threw the bouquet at your face. You asked them why. They replied w a simple and succinct line : 'You've changed.'

I know I am such an omniscient narrator ;)

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See right. When you are in a serious relationship, you prone to bring out your latent 'protective' side. You tend to be blinded, unaware of your own actions. You think you are helping the situation, but every decision you make only to help you stirring up and wreck your relationship.

My 2cent is, when you are becoming more and more fond w your partner, you should still remain the same person as you were heretofore.

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I know what you mean. When your relationship proceeded to the next level, it's hard to remain the same as you become more concern of their welfare. Hence you become more demanding. We cannot control our feelings and therefore we are not responsible for our feelings. But we are responsible for our own actions. Every action has a consequence.

So don't do anything stupid. I wouldn't tell you how to compromise w your partner because I certainly do not know how and it's really depends on the both of you, but If he/she is the one that you are going to marry, get a grip, adhere to your ethics and principle, prove that you are a sensible person that they can depend on, and don't act like a psycho. I've warned you.

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Be a man and not be led by your emotions.

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First Week in Manchester

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Highlights of the week

The first 2 days...

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Touched down in Manchester. Got off the plane, got stuck in the immigration for 2 hours. Why? To make sure we weren't here to commit terrorism. Then we proceeded to the next stage, and it was another 1 hour span in the health unit. Why? They thought every foreigner carries H1N1.

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Stepped out of the threshold of the airport, the very first thing I did: I lit up the first cig of the day, FINALLY, refreshed and rejuvenated once more. However, the Manchester airport collection weren't here to pick me up when they were supposed to be. Not a good start of the day.

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I moved into Noel's place, stayed in for a night before I moved into my place. It was all good until I got stuck in the toilet cubical for nearly half an hour. I didn't know what to do when I overlooked the fact that toilet in Europe countries does not come w the pipe water like the toilet in Malaysia, and there was no toilet paper. FML. After much deliberations, I finally decided to resort to the eye drop in my pocket. I've got no choice anyway.

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At last, I had settled into a new happy life, a dream come true.

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The next 2 days...

Freshers Week brochures were scattered all over the place. As I picked them up from the floor, I cant help but kept nodding and smiling. HAHAHA! Every brochure I've accumulated, none of them missed out the word 'PARTY'. AWESOME. No longer that I needa put up w my family, no longer that I'm constraint by curfew. This time, I'm going all out.

I didn't go to my own hall's party. Because at that time, there were only 2 china chinese man from my flat. I certainly didn't wanna be seen w them anytime anywhere and I didn't wanna do this alone. So I went to Misha's hall and participated in their events.

I wanted to have a 5 days straight clubbing marathon until one day this man asked me: Is Whitworth Park really that boring that you always come here?

The following days...

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I'm supposed to be out for a foam party.

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But I chose to quarantine myself in the room. Because I am too sexy for foams. Also I didn't wanna be seemed as, the loser who flocks to his gf (everyone thinks Misha is my gf) all the time, because he is an unwelcome guest in his own hall.

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Lately I'm kinda depressed because not only I've failed to keep my 5 days clubbing streak, I have not been going out at all. Sigh. My flatmates are either not cool enough to hang out w me, or too cool that they already have their own clique and I barely see them in the flat so I can hardly plan anything w them.

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Hope everything will look up soon.

take care people!