Future Scenario : Son and his grade...

One day, Mrs William informed her husband that his son's grade are falling and better do something:

Mr William : * knock on the door * Oi... open the door...

Son : What do you want?

Mr William : Open this damn door or i use parang and bring this door down... you got five minutes or else...

Son : * Die die breath breath open the door *...

Mr William : show me your report card...

Son : Nah... * give the old man report tulan-ly *

Mr William : hmmm... English fark... Maths fark... Geography fark... BM fark... Science fark... History fark...

Son : * look steady only *

Mr William : Tulan you! What the hell do you want to do with this tulan results?

Son : What do you think?

Mr William : I am asking you! You don't waste my money feeding you growing up and becoming nothing. You fix this result of yours or you becoming mechanic or vegetable sellers...

Son : So what!... Ah Pek Chang and Uncle Koh also mechanic and vegetable seller... some more Uncle Porky Weng selling pork ... all of them driving Marcili or BM...

Mr William : * blood pressure shot up * Oi... you dun talk to your old man like that ok... I want you to have a good education... so you get a good degree... then what do you want to do... with all this fark grades?

Son : Dunno... maybe sell pork...

Mr William : Tulan you! I ask your ma-ther to talk to you... Oi... lady... you talk to your son... i can't talk to him... tulan with him!

Mrs William : Son, you come down...

Son : * die die breath breath come down * what do you want ma?

Mrs William : so you want to be a pork seller?

Son : yeah...

Mrs William : OK, this is a chopper and this is a pork...

Son : ee yer... so geli... what are all this lar... dun wan to touch lar...

Mrs William : but pork seller chop all this mar... go chop and mince everything for me to cook...

Son : No lar... you do it lar... so disgusting... ee yer... what is that?! Why still got blood wan... some more stinks...

Mrs William : so do still you want to be a pork seller...?

Son : No...

Mr William : No? Give up already? But you want to be a pork seller... I have called Uncle Porky Weng that you are going to his pig sty next week to be an apprentice.

Son : * Look scared and starred at both parents *...

Mrs William : Wah hubby... so fast... Uncle Porky Weng willing ar?

Mr William : Aiya... with his pariah grades... No Problem lar... somemore the pig sty is full of shit and smelly... will be a good learning point... he go to pig sty... can save my money for something else... no need to pay for his study fees... Imagine dear... you son working in a pig sty... you can get pork every day... then i can also invite Abeer come over for char siew and yum sing!

Son : * Begins to freak out *

Mr William : * Whips out his ultra terror mobile phone * Ah Weng ar... my son... confirm ledi... his coming tomorrow... aiya... the early the better mar... got so many pigs to potong... I am sure you find him handy...

Son : Ok ok... i get your point... i will fix my grades...

Mrs William : * Take hold of the chopper and pointed at him * You better make sure you study well or you will end up like this pork over here! Do you understand?

Son : * gulp *... ok ok...

Mr William : Dun play play...

This is just a scenario. I still don't have kids yet. IF THIS really happen, I am sure its not going to be some pork selling or selling vegetable stories for my junior. It will be worse!

is sky the limit... aiya pa... sell pork also can get rich mar...