This is my dad. His story is the typical “I cycled from the kampung to KL and I had nothing!!”. Well , he was from a rubber plantation. His dad and grandad migrated from China, to escape the so called “revolution”. Fuck the revolution I say , burning books and all. Well, I feel fortunate that my grandad left China. If not, I’ll be there playing Starcraft or something.
Life on the rubber plantation was tough. His 13 siblings had to share food and only had chicken on special occasions. They usually eat rice and sweet potatoes. Even Milo was a luxury.
Anyways, he left the rubber plantation after he got a scholarship(He’s very good at math) And somehow ended up in Taiwan. He was quite the playboy , having 2-3 girlfriends at a time. So they were broken hearted when he left Malaysia.
Well , after Taiwan. He came back. Worked a few years. Quit, then opened his own company. He now owns a factory. Damnit he’s come a long way. I wish I had half of his hardworkingness.

My dad in his teens. Malnourished kid. My brother looks like him.

People say I look like my dad. He’s stole my shirt damnit.
Anyways, I really admire my dad. I hope he doesn’t read this blog because I have to keep my reputation of being a lousy son. So thanks dad, happy belated fathers day.