PrimeSht 101 - Question and Answer PART 1

Education.. one of the best thing in the world... read on..
Somewhere in Asia.. in a Nameless country.. a young student sat in front of his Master PrimeSht.. Thus this conversation...
"Ooo my beloved Master.. Please tell me how can I become the Master PrimeSht in this Nameless country.. I beg you.. Please.." .. asked the student..
"Easy".. said the Master PrimeSht "You must be stupid and/or a boot-licker.. in no particular order.."
"What.. if I may ask oh most benevolent one... is a boot-licker..?".. asked the student.. timidly..
"He who always says YES and never NO to his Master.. If his Master says JUMP.. he must say HOW HIGH? .. and if his Master says BEND OVER... hmmm.." ... answered the Master..
"And oh so honorable Master.. why must one be stupid..??" .. asked the student..
"Simple.. No Master PrimeSht wants his people to be too smart.. especially smarter than him in fear that they will topple him and take his place.." .. sneered the Master.. "If you show how smart you are early on, you will never become the Master PrimeSht.. you would be dead.. or imprisoned at the least.." the Master continued..
"Then ooo most handsome Master.. what would happen to our beloved Nameless country if it is run by stupid people..?".. asked the student..
"Look here.. I'm filthy rich.. My family members are aslo filthy rich.. my cronies are filthy rich.. who really cares about the country.. Worse comes to worst we can always relocate.. We do have properties all around the world..!" bellowed the Master, laughing merrily..

END OF PART 1

Near-Death Experience...

It happened last Monday night... out of nothing... I was lying in bed around 9.30 pm.. drifting in and out of sleep... Suddenly I felt my throat itching.. terribly.. I dare not cough for fear that I would run out of breath coughing.. Yes! That's it! I was running out of breath..! I tried to breathe.. Inhale... No! I can't!
I tried to keep my cool.. "Keep calm".. I told myself.. "Everything is gonna be alright".. I continued thinking to myself... But still NO! I can't breathe! I started pacing around my bedroom.. trying to suck in some air through my nostrils.. my mouth.. but NOTHING! My right arm started to pain.. a kind of painful numbness.. In desperation I gulped air.. but gulping air and breathing air is completely different.. completely..
I kept on trying.. Inhaling... Sucking in air.. I almost gave up the fight when finally a breakthrough.. That tiny bit of air got through to my lungs.. I started to calm down a bit.. But again.. my air passage was blocked.. Once again I can't breathe..! My eyes started to tears.. With what's left of my energy I gave it one last shot.. I sucked the air as hard as I could through my mouth.. I remember the weird sound that came out of my mouth from trying to suck some air into my lungs.. Weird sound indeed..
After what seemed like eternity, I managed to get some air.. I started to breathe.. slowly at first.. and then I could feel the blockage slowly disappearing.. as if it was never there.. and I got to breathe normally again.. Alhamdulillah.. But I'm now traumatised.. It could happen again in the future.. Will it happen when I'm awake.. or asleep..? Alone or around family and friends.. or when I'm among strangers..? When will it happen..? Will I survive to tell the tale..?
The answer is... only GOD knows.. All that lives must one day die.. the only sure thing in life is death.. In HIM I put my trust.. "Ya Allah! Hidupkanlah aku dalam Iman.. dan matikanlah aku dalam Iman.. AMIN!"

A story about politicians.. funny or just sick.. or is it true..??

Once upon a time.. in a far-away land... on a straight stretch of an un-named empty road.. save for a bus.. full of politicians on their way back from god-knows-what meeting.. discussion.. or whatever... All was quiet.. when suddenly... BANG! The bus swirled out of control.. did a couple of 360's.. up-side-down.. right-side-up.. and finally came to a stand-still.. Then quiet.. again...
From a distance... came an old farmer.. alone.. in his ox-driven cart... Slowly.. came to a halt right next to the wrecked bus.. Silence.. bodies thrown here and there.. Sad.. Dug a big hole.. and put all of them to rest..
Some time later.. a patrol car... stopped next to the same wreckage.. void of any human remains.. From a distance.. the same old farmer.. with his ox-driven cart.. came slowly into view..
"HALT!" Cried one policeman.. "What happened here??"
"A terrible accident sir..." Sigh the old farmer..
"Survivors..??" Asked another policeman..
"Well actually.. come to think of it.. one of them did say he's alive.. But you know politicians nowadays sir.. can't really believe whatever comes out of their mouth now.. can you..? So I buried them all sir..."