Growing up, there were countless times I was labeled "moh yoong." I was "moh yoong" for many reasons: dropping my food on the floor, forgetting my homework at home, not doing my chores, watching too much TV, breaking a window, lighting stuff on fire, beating up my brother... etc. But it usually rang loudest when I brought home my report card and attended parent-teacher conferences. Lets just say I was not the scholarly type growing up and my brother was the overachieving type. He had to go and get straight A's all the time, managed to skip a grade and was a usual favorite to most of his teachers. In the eyes of my parents, my future didn't look too bright. They didn't know what to do with me. Heck, I didn't know what to do with myself. I just didn't care enough to work hard. I always managed to get by and I still do. I turned 27 today and I started to think back to all the things I've done since I graduated high school. I was blown away by how much I actually managed to do the last 9 years. I managed to graduate high school and college, maintain a job, and marry an awesome girl who can only say "pai gwut" and nothing else. I guess being "moh yoong" isn't so bad after all.
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