25th Jan 2009- It was a wonderful day that was full of surprises. I was supposed to take a flight home via jetstar in the evening and unexpectedly my msn window popped out and it was him. A guy that i fell in love 3 years ago in Sydney and we ended our relationship 2 years ago. I have not seen him in msn since then because i believed that he had blocked me. I was really excited to chat with him again...and the first question he asked me was do i have a boyfriend. He left his phone number to me before i left to the airport.
26th Jan 2009- He sms-ed me in the evening. I didnt expect that he will contact me and of coz i was nervous and kind of excited. After pretending to ask each other some silly questions he finally drove to my house. before reaching to my house he called me and i picked up with my heart pounded fast. "hey where is ur usj4?" i will forever remember this moment. his voice that i have not heard for 2 years. do you know how much i miss you? i wanna tell him but i know i cant tell him this... i love u i love u i love u dear where have u been in these 2 yearS???
When i jumped into his car, yes, is that scent. regretfully i didnt pay much attention on him in the past and now only i found out that he is using hugo boss. hugo boss? i didnt know about branded stuffs back then so he must be thinking that im such an idiot no wonder he doesnt like me. we are from different family background and he is well exposed to many many things which i cant even cope into them.
We went for starbucks. I had my usual green tea frapuccino and he had java chip. after that he brought me for drive-by, showing me houses he loves in bangsar. It was first time for me. he is so matured yet cute now. i like that in him. do i deserve him?
He asked me what i want coz he felt guity of using me and left me alone back then...... didnt he forget everything? i am just nothing to him...i worth not a single cent. he hugged me when i start sobbing. i love his hug, holding hands with him, his kisses.... dear, im really sad to lost you, i have been missing you for these years, i miss your accompaniment, i know i cant be your gf, i dont deserve your love and care, i cant forget you ....how i am gonna live without you?
Showing posts with label Truth. Show all posts
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Thursday, February 05, 2009
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
My Real Final Exam
I would be an official post-graduate soon, after my final paper dated 24th nov 2007. Yeah !!!! the moment i had been awaiting for ages and ages would be arriving soon...haha i know i will definitely pass this stupid exam and there would be no more exams in my life (i hope so). There have been three months living without an internet connection at home, to the extend that i even forgot about my blog. Two days later would be having my Managerial Accounting paper. But guess what students usually love to do while studying for exam is procastinating through out the whole day. okok i duwan a high distinction or Distinction i just wanna get a credit that's all. Hey summer is coming soon !! I really want to have a summer dress like this. i think is gorgeous in multiple colours cotton material yet versatile to suit different occasions. My long-awaited Singapore trip is 17 days more to go !!! Looking forward to travel by Sing Air for the 1st time.
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Monday, December 11, 2006
Returning to KL
:: I really need someone to accompany me to the airport. Accompany me so that I would feel being accompanied, or help me to carry my lap top, cuddle me and kiss me goodbye, whatever. During the two hours phone conversation, mentioned something intensively touched my heart. What if I never ever return to Sydney again? Would I get a bf in KL instantly in one month time? Silly. You silly head.
Lying on the bed continously curling my hair around my finger for a very long time, I finally got my real answer. No more hedging, no more excuses, no more half-true answers or not-true-at-all answers. This is what I should say without sounding vague, or following up with a dumb ‘i dont know’, or sounding brutally ruthless. ruthlessly brutal. unkind. uncertain.
Unfortunately this place does not belonged to me. No matter how luxury , how prosperous, how gorgeous, how classy , how elaborate, it is still not my place.
Like moving to Sydney, I dont know what was going on before. Other people might have stronger connection than me. There are other people fingerprints on the wall, the bed has the smell of sex. And I dunno why the swimming pools have the stains of blood.
I am just a coconut's country type of village girl. Wearing a pink hibiscus in my hair. Hopping around chasing the pussy cats that are making love on the street. Born in a little tropical island that is rich with coconuts' smell, famous with its black paper and curry spices, multiculture and multilingualistic.
A simple reason would turn the whole thing round. There is a unique reason keeping me to stay in Sydney. Not luxuries. I hope I had made the accurate judgement based on my intensity. Is it ridiculous to rely soley on intensity? Well we will never know what will happen tomorrow.
My MAS flight already confirmed at 2nd of January, 10.50pm, arriving at 3.50am the next day.
Right after the New Year 2007 countdown celebration in Circular Quay, which is known as the best place on earth for fireworks viewing, I would head back to KL immediately.
Pretty headache to deal with all my junk stuffs. Two overweighted luagages. An Acer laptop. Freaking heavy for me. Carry them like a humpy-dumpy, hopefully wont have a great fall and crush it.
I wonder what is the first thing I should do when i arrive KLIA. Camwhore ? May be. No! Would buy a cab ticket first.
I wonder what is the first thing I wanna eat. Hm.. roti canai? nasi lemak? Wan Tan Mee ? McD ? or Nandos?
I wanna meet my long-lost friends May YAn, Azlina, Yan Pei and Pui Yee.
I wanna give a call to someone in Sydney that I'll definitely miss very much.
Dont worry. Aussie would be my future home after one year.
I will be back again. To see you, to meet you, to cuddle you, to kiss you !
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
I wanna migrate to Australia
:: I am fortunate to be born in Malaysia instead of China, thanks to my Grandpa who migrated far away from China and saved us from that piece of scarce- pitty land. Interestingly, I browsed through this perfect article online. It is not only clearly reflects how Aussies look at us, but also represents how the world are laughing at us. I have no further objection against this article because Malaysian themselves are quite disappointed to the craps that were done by the Malay Government.
Title: While Malaysia fiddles, its Opportunities are Running Dry
Source: The Age.com.au
Michael Backman
November 15, 2006
MALAYSIA'S been at it again, arguing about what proportion of the economy each of its two main races — the Malays and the Chinese — owns. It's an argument that's been running for 40 years. That wealth and race are not synonymous is important for national cohesion, but really it's time Malaysia grew up.
It's a tough world out there and there can be little sympathy for a country that prefers to argue about how to divide wealth rather than get on with the job of creating it.
The long-held aim is for 30 per cent of corporate equity to be in Malay hands, but the figure that the Government uses to justify handing over huge swathes of public companies to Malays but not to other races is absurd. It bases its figure on equity valued, not at market value, but at par value.
Many shares have a par value of say $1 but a market value of $12. And so the Government figure (18.9 per cent is the most recent figure) is a gross underestimate. Last month a paper by a researcher at a local think-tank came up with a figure of 45 per cent based on actual stock prices. All hell broke loose. The paper was withdrawn and the researcher resigned in protest. Part of the problem is that he is Chinese.
"Malaysia boleh!" is Malaysia's national catch cry. It translates to "Malaysia can!" and Malaysia certainly can. Few countries are as good at wasting money. It is richly endowed with natural resources and the national obsession seems to be to extract these, sell them off and then collectively spray the proceeds up against the wall.
This all happens in the context of Malaysia's grossly inflated sense of its place in the world.
Most Malaysians are convinced that the eyes of the world are on their country and that their leaders are world figures. This is thanks to Malaysia's tame media and the bravado of former prime minister Mahathir Mohamad. The truth is, few people on the streets of London or New York could point to Malaysia on a map much less name its prime minister or capital city.
As if to make this point, a recent episode of The Simpsons features a newsreader trying to announce that a tidal wave had hit some place called Kuala Lumpur. He couldn't pronounce the city's name and so made up one, as if no-one cared anyway. But the joke was on the script writers — Kuala Lumpur is inland.
Petronas, the national oil company is well run, particularly when compared to the disaster that passes for a national oil company in neighbouring Indonesia. But in some respects, this is Malaysia's problem. The very success of Petronas means that it is used to underwrite all manner of excess.
The KLCC development in central Kuala Lumpur is an example. It includes the Twin Towers, the tallest buildings in the world when they were built, which was their point.
It certainly wasn't that there was an office shortage in Kuala Lumpur — there wasn't.
Malaysians are very proud of these towers. Goodness knows why. They had little to do with them. The money for them came out of the ground and the engineering was contracted out to South Korean companies.
They don't even run the shopping centre that's beneath them. That's handled by Australia's Westfield.
Next year, a Malaysian astronaut will go into space aboard a Russian rocket — the first Malay in space. And the cost? $RM95 million ($A34.3 million), to be footed by Malaysian taxpayers. The Science and Technology Minister has said that a moon landing in 2020 is the next target, aboard a US flight. There's no indication of what the Americans will charge for this, assuming there's even a chance that they will consider it. But what is Malaysia getting by using the space programs of others as a taxi service? There are no obvious technical benefits, but no doubt Malaysians will be told once again, that they are "boleh". The trouble is, they're not. It's not their space program.
Back in July, the Government announced that it would spend $RM490 million on a sports complex near the London Olympics site so that Malaysian athletes can train there and "get used to cold weather".
But the summer Olympics are held in the summer.
So what is the complex's real purpose? The dozens of goodwill missions by ministers and bureaucrats to London to check on the centre's construction and then on the athletes while they train might provide a clue.
Bank bale outs, a formula one racing track, an entire new capital city — Petronas has paid for them all. It's been an orgy of nonsense that Malaysia can ill afford.
Why? Because Malaysia's oil will run out in about 19 years. As it is, Malaysia will become a net oil importer in 2011 — that's just five years
away.
So it's in this context that the latest debate about race and wealth is so sad.
It is time to move on, time to prepare the economy for life after oil. But, like Nero fiddling while Rome burned, the Malaysian Government is more interested in stunts like sending a Malaysian into space when Malaysia's inadequate schools could have done with the cash, and arguing about wealth distribution using transparently ridiculous statistics.
That's not Malaysia "boleh", that's Malaysia "bodoh" (stupid).
Title: While Malaysia fiddles, its Opportunities are Running Dry
Source: The Age.com.au
Michael Backman
November 15, 2006
MALAYSIA'S been at it again, arguing about what proportion of the economy each of its two main races — the Malays and the Chinese — owns. It's an argument that's been running for 40 years. That wealth and race are not synonymous is important for national cohesion, but really it's time Malaysia grew up.
It's a tough world out there and there can be little sympathy for a country that prefers to argue about how to divide wealth rather than get on with the job of creating it.
The long-held aim is for 30 per cent of corporate equity to be in Malay hands, but the figure that the Government uses to justify handing over huge swathes of public companies to Malays but not to other races is absurd. It bases its figure on equity valued, not at market value, but at par value.
Many shares have a par value of say $1 but a market value of $12. And so the Government figure (18.9 per cent is the most recent figure) is a gross underestimate. Last month a paper by a researcher at a local think-tank came up with a figure of 45 per cent based on actual stock prices. All hell broke loose. The paper was withdrawn and the researcher resigned in protest. Part of the problem is that he is Chinese.
"Malaysia boleh!" is Malaysia's national catch cry. It translates to "Malaysia can!" and Malaysia certainly can. Few countries are as good at wasting money. It is richly endowed with natural resources and the national obsession seems to be to extract these, sell them off and then collectively spray the proceeds up against the wall.
This all happens in the context of Malaysia's grossly inflated sense of its place in the world.
Most Malaysians are convinced that the eyes of the world are on their country and that their leaders are world figures. This is thanks to Malaysia's tame media and the bravado of former prime minister Mahathir Mohamad. The truth is, few people on the streets of London or New York could point to Malaysia on a map much less name its prime minister or capital city.
As if to make this point, a recent episode of The Simpsons features a newsreader trying to announce that a tidal wave had hit some place called Kuala Lumpur. He couldn't pronounce the city's name and so made up one, as if no-one cared anyway. But the joke was on the script writers — Kuala Lumpur is inland.
Petronas, the national oil company is well run, particularly when compared to the disaster that passes for a national oil company in neighbouring Indonesia. But in some respects, this is Malaysia's problem. The very success of Petronas means that it is used to underwrite all manner of excess.
The KLCC development in central Kuala Lumpur is an example. It includes the Twin Towers, the tallest buildings in the world when they were built, which was their point.
It certainly wasn't that there was an office shortage in Kuala Lumpur — there wasn't.
Malaysians are very proud of these towers. Goodness knows why. They had little to do with them. The money for them came out of the ground and the engineering was contracted out to South Korean companies.
They don't even run the shopping centre that's beneath them. That's handled by Australia's Westfield.
Next year, a Malaysian astronaut will go into space aboard a Russian rocket — the first Malay in space. And the cost? $RM95 million ($A34.3 million), to be footed by Malaysian taxpayers. The Science and Technology Minister has said that a moon landing in 2020 is the next target, aboard a US flight. There's no indication of what the Americans will charge for this, assuming there's even a chance that they will consider it. But what is Malaysia getting by using the space programs of others as a taxi service? There are no obvious technical benefits, but no doubt Malaysians will be told once again, that they are "boleh". The trouble is, they're not. It's not their space program.
Back in July, the Government announced that it would spend $RM490 million on a sports complex near the London Olympics site so that Malaysian athletes can train there and "get used to cold weather".
But the summer Olympics are held in the summer.
So what is the complex's real purpose? The dozens of goodwill missions by ministers and bureaucrats to London to check on the centre's construction and then on the athletes while they train might provide a clue.
Bank bale outs, a formula one racing track, an entire new capital city — Petronas has paid for them all. It's been an orgy of nonsense that Malaysia can ill afford.
Why? Because Malaysia's oil will run out in about 19 years. As it is, Malaysia will become a net oil importer in 2011 — that's just five years
away.
So it's in this context that the latest debate about race and wealth is so sad.
It is time to move on, time to prepare the economy for life after oil. But, like Nero fiddling while Rome burned, the Malaysian Government is more interested in stunts like sending a Malaysian into space when Malaysia's inadequate schools could have done with the cash, and arguing about wealth distribution using transparently ridiculous statistics.
That's not Malaysia "boleh", that's Malaysia "bodoh" (stupid).
The last sentence makes sense :) So is it better to migrate to Australia ?
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