$$$ for the Body You Dream of?

Some of us are lucky. Lucky to be born with good genes than govern where that extra calories the mid-day potato chips will go to on their physique. Some lucky ones gain fat on their boobs. Some on their ass. As for me... food has always been a guilty pleasure. Yes i repeat.. "guilty" pleasure.

I'm far from lucky. Being born with the "Murray" genes where calories just find a way to creep up on my waist, upper arms or thighs...Food is a inevitably guilty pleasure. I love eating. I love cream cheese and bagels or even the morning Nasi lemaks sold outside the lrt stations by vendors every morning. But i can only do that once a week. Or i'l bloat up really bad.

People say, just eat healthy and exercise. Well, i do both! Eat healthy in proper proportions and exercise (almost daily since i walk approximately 1km everyday collectively to work). But the perfect body is still far from my vision.

Don't blame me and say I'm paranoid. Being 5'3" and having a reasonably petite frame, a slight bulge shows whenever i indulge in food. I was a whopping 60kgs when i was in school! Now i am 46Kgs but my thunder thighs have not abandoned me.... can you really blame me for not trying hard enough and being paranoid??? Sighhhh....

For some of us... Like myself, eating healthy comes at a price. I never ever stinge on Food. I can pay up till 16 bucks for a morning sandwich but as long as its healthy and full of goodness, i don't mind the price tag it comes with. But yet it's not something i can afford on a daily basis, three meals a day! Gym... Sigh! alas... Gyming is so expensive i cannot afford it. I want to because i love exercising. I love sweating and the adrenaline pumping through my veins but it's an expensive lifestyle. Not to mention it will aid me in getting that body i want..Things are so expensive these days. Of course my pay is considered meagre because of all the other responsibilities living alone in a city costs me... I have to pay rental, phone bills, electricity bills, water bills, insurance bills, "soon to be added to my budget Housing loans" bla bla bla. Can you really blame me for not being able to save?

It's ridiculous how everything necessary in today's world comes with a big price tag. And there we go writing up about how obesity is a trend in our growing youth and how people are diagnosed with heart diseases earlier each year. But for healthy food and exercise which is the main way to a healthy lifestyle is barking madly expensive... I would love to buy everything organic... or have fresh mushrooms instead of canned preservatives ladden mushrooms. The price difference is of course like heaven and earth......
so what was it again about our government's intention of having Malaysians eat and live healthy???

Mane of Glory

I admit i'm a tad bit obssessed about hair. I cannot sit quiet long enough to leave my hair alone. But since i've resolved to growing it out once again... I'm in torment... Literally.....I believe that (tested and proven) one's hair can eminate a new sense of confidence and bring out a whole new person from looks to personality. I'm currently at a state where my hair is neither here nor there. Neither straight nor wavy. Neither short nor long.. neither colored nor natural... It's just a mess!

Everyday i bun up my hair with lil baby hair sticking out and falling all over the place. seriously.... It makes me look very unkept. It also makes me want to shrink into a hole when i'm around people. Argh... i sure hope the fruits of labor will entertain me soon enough, before the wait kills my resolution......Bluehhhhhhh

I missed the Event of the Year!

Sigh.... First i wanted to go to the The St Patrick's Day event at Sunrise. I was all geared up because, well, what's there not to get geared up over! Clowns in green, stout, food, fun, people dressed in quirky ways... It' been agesssss since i attended a party/event/concert/whatever....

And then! i forgot it was also the same day Sunburst Festival was held. I was so torn apart. I've heard lots of forecast reviews on how great this event would be. Viewing the pictures of friends who attended the festival just put a sulk across my face..... I can't believe it.... I didn't go and now i'm not sure if there'll ever be another Sunburst Festival in Malaysia...

Sigh, what happened? Unforeseen circumstances happened that is... I was doing alot of important things this weekend. Taking care of my loved ones who are not in the best condition. And i'm glad i did because i wanted to and it did take half the disappointment of my mind when i watch them recover one by one. What satisfaction!!! And do i regret not going to Sunburst? kind off... Do i regret the circumstances being such that i had to miss it? nope............


Well, I did what i should have and well, hopefully through my optimistic lenses, there'll be another festival sometime soon. Still sulking....... still sulking at all you people who got to go for it... boo you! :P

Needle Me.....

When i was 17, i thought people who had tattoos were the devil's seedlings. Well, i also thought smoking was a disgusting habit, drinkers went to hell and kissing was yucky. Oh of course i believed i was going to stay celibate till i get married at the age of 26. Surely, quarter a century would be sufficient time to find my knight in shinning armor.

Ideals change. People change. Well, i'm no where close to "ready to tie the knot" right now though i've hit a quarter a century old. I love drinking for pleasure and i smoke, quite a bit *grin*......I find "Kissing" most erotic act of intimacy and yeah sure, i'm still celibate *double grin*.

I think i'm ready to get my tattoo. Well, at least i really know i want it now, not for any other reason to look cool or goth, but just for self-gratification...I'm just such a whooze and God i have a low threshold for pain. I was thinking of a fairy.. maybe just a simple tribal black inked fairy across my lower back. Been looking up designs for something that looks less complicated but still flattering. Hopefully, less complicated ones would actually hurt less! And no, i'm not doing it for some bullshit reason of wanting to feel the pain and then the endorphines and find out how addictive it is bla bla bla...... I always wanted a red dragon on my shoulder blades ( inspired by my love for "mushu" from Mulan), but i do intend to walk down the aisle one day with a bareback dress so now, no red dragons. Furthermore, Lina ( a tattoo artist) once told me dragons tattoos are bad luck for women. I'm not really superstitious but why challenge the supernaturals rite?

I want a tattoo in a place where people can't see it. Firstly, i don't like showing off, neither do i like "holier than thou" people judging me cz it just pisses me off. But mainly also because my tattoo's gonna mean something, something which is a secret code between Bernard and me. Heh...

Well, any suggestions? Well, bernard thinks i should do tattoos of arrows pointing upwards or downwards with suggestive text . *kinky lil brat!* *grin*


When i do muster up the courage of bearing 500 needle pokes per second for 2 hours, i'll fill you up on the details. =)

~rainbows and all things nice ~

All Puppies Go to Heaven

Last few days have been pretty grey for me and Bernard ( my other half ). See, on 8th of March, 2008, the long awaited birth of 8 beautiful German Shepard Puppies finally arrived. Lassie, the mommy looked exhausted,dirty but proud, and darn well she better be since she popped 8 little angels out of her area. =) She chose a sandy area underneath the Veranda to home the 8 little angels. We could hear them squeaking under the wooden planks, some louder than the others but all just as adorable as the other.
Every single one of them was special. When German Shepards are born, they are fully black and tinier than you would expect them to be, despite the ferocious size they grow into as adults. This batch of angels however, were very different, Some were bigger in size, some has white markings on their chest, One was actually grey in color ( very rare and beautiful ), and some looked a little brownish, some yowled and cried every time Lassie nuzzled them, some squeaked like mice, and some cried like human babies! It was a joy to see the whole bundle of angels.
However joy was short lived, I went to Bernard's house on Sunday, (2ND day) and from the corner of my eye i realised one was stiff. =( We dug a little grave for the angel, she looked so angelic even tho she must have been gone for a few hours already. I touched her tiny little paw and i started to weep... I knew that it is normal for one or two to not make it especially in a big litter but you know, It was sad it had to be this one.. Sigh! After we buried her, Bernard was especially subdued, He totally didn't anticipate this. But we thought, Oh well, there's 7 more. :)
Next evening: Bernard calls me and i can hear his voice stifled a little, He tells me 2 more didn't make it. :( The grey one didn't make it... I felt so torn, to either be strong or cry again.
Later at Night: He tells me one more gone... That's 4 already! WTF... We couldn't understand why.. I am a bad consoler.. i don't know what to say, what to do, how to react, We just spent lots of time on the phone, in silence, because no words could translate the remorse we felt.
This morning: He told me Ms Lil White patch on her chest did not make it too.... Feeling a bit numb, we just let the topic go and talked about the remaining dogs and how they always make our day even on days where our tempers flare like tornadoes.
Well, we're trying to be positive because we do not know if the other three will survive. It seems thatthe only possible prognostic is that "Canine Herpes" is the reason why the puppies were fading off one by one. Yes peeps, Dogs can get canine Herpes too and it causes their pups to die in 2-7 days. Here's an Article i found on http://www.pedigreedatabase.com/ .
"canine herpes virus infects whelping bitches and the pups die within 2-7 days of birth as they pick up the virus from the vaginal tract when the dam gives birth to them. It is sometimes confused with puppy fading syndrome. It is said that the virus is resistant to cold temperatures and very sensitive to temperatures above 37 deg C. It is recommended that the puppies are kept in a room where the temperature is 37deg so that they survive. "
Nonetheless, we hope they knew we loved them all. Each and every 32 paws. They may have lived for barely a week, but we loved them ( that we lost ) because our hearts was bent on loving them even before they were born. We miss the puppy yelps and the squeaks and all the little shoving and pushing to get past the obstacles to suck on mommy's nipple. They weren't just puppies, they were pure as angels could be. They were bernard's family.
But we know they did not suffer, and that they are safe now, from bugs, mosquitoes, and any pain they could have experienced if they were to live. Because they're in a special place. And how do i know that? Because All Puppies Go to Heaven.

Juste Ce Qu'il Faut!

"I deal with refugees everyday." "Isn't that illegal?" ( no its not by the way)

"I have drug addicts shooting up at my stairwells every now and then." "look of horror"

"I work in Masjid India" "eughhh what a dirty place!"

"I don't earn much but i love my job" "she has to be in Denial.... ( in silence)"

" I ride on my colleague's motorbike to go visit the refugees in their hidden communities" "Fuck, that's dangerous"

"I work in an NGO" "Look, i can always get you another job...you just have to ask.. seriously, i know this place..........

I get incredulous looks of confusion and pity everytime i tell someone what i do for a living. And they wonder, doesn't she love going to work in power suits and jimmy choo's with manicured nails? Who wouldn't?? She's barking mad.

I work in an NGO. Our aim is to strive to protect migrant rights and help them help themselves but setting up support groups and teaching them how to cope with the violence they're faced with each day. In short words, I'm a social worker who earns an minimal wage with no prospects for a raise. I have resigned my fate to Vincci, Topshop and Giordano and bid farewell to Manolo, Kate Spade, and Salvatore Ferragamo. Sigh...

Two years ago, i told my boyfriend that i was going to own a power suit from Armani when we walked past an Armani boutique in KLCC. He was like "whatttt??? What's a power suit? Do you even know where you want to work at yet?" "well, a power suit is a suit which is sooo fine, no deals will be left unclosed, but no.. i haven't thought of which path of career i would like to tread" i beamed.

Thinking back, I wanted to be a power career woman in a big kick-ass multinational company. i wanted to sit in a huge 10k worth office and earn big bucks so i could swim in my money. Well, i had that opportunity to rise in a corporate company. Share my playground with the big boys over cognac and wine. But i was deluding myself once again. I wanted what society thought was considered "successful". That dream does not define "success" to me anymore.

I have never been so sure in my life over anything (besides knowing that my present boyfriend is the only soul mate i'll ever have and want in this lifetime). When i said i wanted to do social work, people were flabbergasted! They told me however ( for the sake of patronizing me) that i should try it out and follow my "dreams" to get over this phase. Well, i took it in my stride and here i am, loving my odd hours job and finally, finally finding Passion in what I do.

The Burmese refugees need our help. Our government do NOT recognise the term refugees. To them, you can be 1 month old up til 90 years of age and they will still be considered an Illegal Immigrant. Why are the Burmese refugees considered "refugees?" They are different from our other counterparts who sneak into out country, just to find a better life and escape poverty. Well, if you think the Indonesians, Filipinos and Bangladeshi's fate are heart wrenching, wait till you read up on this.

The Burmese refugees flee their country from the Military which is the ruling party now. They have been discriminated, raped, killed, molested, tortured, and scarred emotionally and physically in their own country who is performing ethnic cleansing. They run to our countries ( Malaysia, Thailand etc) to escape this cruel fate. To fight for the chance and freewill to simply just.. Live..

They have no country to go back to. If we send them back to their motherland, they will be exterminated like insects by their own government. All they can do is wait... for UNHCR to find countries which are willing to provide them resettlement. Here they are constantly haunted by the authorities, their children have no birth certificates not to mention education, and the uneducated ones are hardly getting any resettlement. They are shackled with invisible chains, denying them a simple plea for freedom. They are not allowed to work, all they can either do is wait for money to fall from the sky, or go back to Myanmmar with suicide intentions.

Despite the blatancy of the situation, not much news have been reported to help them. We see Ads on Tv asking us to donate for Dalfur, Tsunami Relief Concerts, and many other pleas for help other disasters, but somehow, this situation is just not enough to catch our conscience. Despite their already grave situation, people inflict violence on them, and burn down their refugee camp with 6000 occupants as they have failed to pay bribes to keep their place "safe". The camp was the only legitimate camp in Malaysia. Approximately 3/4 of the women who made their way to Malaysia has been inflicted with sexual violence, and yet no one addresses that as an important enough issue to relieve their pain and suffering by fighting for their freedom that will enable them to breathe freely in a country.

So, if you are reading this, I plead that you take a moment, and think of the women who are suffering from PTSD ( post -traumatic-stress -disorder), the children who have no future, no education, the men who run barefooted while eluding the cops in efforts to put a grain of rice in their family's mouth. If you have a skill to share, or even the compassion and passion to volunteer your weekend once a month even, Contact me, Contact gbvmalaysia@gmail.com to render your services to help these refugees. Juste Ce Qu'il Faut for me... what bout you???

-Cheers-

"Body Shapers Sanctuaries"

A few months ago, after losing close to 8 kgs after joining my first job in the fashion line, i had an obsession. No no... not to lose more weight, but to tone up all the flabby skin my fats have left behind. I confess, that i'm hysterically paranoid about gaining weight. The people who know me well would know that I never cease to ask them if i look fatter or thinner every time i see them. (my house-mate nodding her head vigorously in approval) :P

My boyfriend has resorted to just agreeing to what ever i say because to think of it, i never really asked, my questions went more like "I look fatter now don't i?" or " My face so round ordi isn;t it?" So i exasperated everyone around me.... (giggle giggle)... And especially my best friend who's all the way in KK, cz even though i see her once a year, i still shamelessly try to ooze some compliments from her on whether i looked better a year ago or now.(MY idea of looking good of course i losing more weight. See, this obsession came about as i lived a childhood and teenagehood of being an overweight girl. Boys weren't interested in me and truth being told, even if they fell for my personality, they were more worried about their friends teasing them having a fat girlfriend. This post was inspired by an article Daphne Iking wrote on her blog, on her experience to bad customer service in a spa for prenatal massage. See, we are not a bunch of anal people, We just expect getting a little courtesy when we're paying for a service. We especially expect to not have people trample over our pride for the sake of selling us "packages".

Well, back to the sub-topic, i stood in horror as my weight plunged day after day due to stress, irregular eating habits, and the lack of sleep. I realised that Fats weren't my worst enemy, stretch marks were! It just never goes away. So being a religious reader of fashion magazines, i decided to go to a slimming center to tone up. Since i hardly had the time to visit "Lala Land", i obviously didn't have the luxury to exercise. Mind you, i love exercising.."Oh how enticing the treadmill seems to me" :P

A particular slimming center promised that in addition to burning the deep down stubborn fats ( cellulite) , it also increases skin rejuvenation, hence no stretch marks and a firmer and toner body. I wasn't even pregnant to begin with so i wasn't going to settle with having stretch marks at 24! My housemate always commented that i am a perfect citizen in the world of advertising. Hehehe.. I am naive enough to believe everything an advertisement claims! Because who doesn't like to live with bright brimming overspilling hope! Being a Realist isn't healthy all the darn time! To cut the story short, i went to the "slimming center", a reputable one in fact and seeked an audience with my Beauty Guru. The moment i stepped in the consultation room, i knew there was no escape. "NO" is hardly in my vocabulary. yeah... that's my weakness... My beauty Guru immediately told me where my problem areas were and how ugly they looked. I was shocked! Are they actually allowed to tell a customer they look ugly? My concern was toning up i eventually fell into a black hole of believing if i did not do something about the remaining fats i had, i WILL look UGLIER than i "am" eventually. As i sat there, crestfallen and a thousand thoughts zapping through my mind, i signed a contract of 10 treatments for a hefty sum of money absentmindedly. I went into the treatment room. and my beauty consultants got down t0 business in breaking down my stubborn fats ( clearly hardly existant). The process was painful! They used some device that uses infra red heat waves to exterminate my cellulite! They said it will be painless but boy oh boy.... i felt as though they were using some kind of blunt parang and trying to stab it into me. And as the process went on, two personnels that was "exterminating" my fats for me kept shaking their heads and clicking their tongues. WTF.. surely it wasn't as bad as they wanted me to believe it was.

I did not get good service. People in Malaysia should learn that since we're a multi-racial society, perhaps we're multilingual too?? Being half chinese, Mandarin and hokkien is my second language. I could hear the beauty gurus openly discussing my session from outside the session room. (Spa was supposed to be included in the treatment so i was expecting some peace and quiet but alas, i got none). They were strategizing on what to say next to get me to sign for an additional 10 treatments on top of the 10 i've already paid for. I was furious and the entire time i was jz reverberating myself for being such a naive idiot. In addition, they also short changed me for my treatment. The consultant told another consultant that was performing the treatment on me to only use the slimming equiptment on my thighs and not my hips as i have requested so that i'l come back for more sessions. At the end of my session, they tried to get me to sign up for the 10 sessions they were strategizing about. Well, i already made a fool of myself and i wasn't really to be a bigger fool. So i refused. The beauty Guru pulled a dramatic stunt by taking my hands into hers and telling me if i didn't go all the way, my cellulite problem would end up grave... That was clearly enough. I spoke in the most eloquent mandarin and expressed how i didn't F***king have any cellulite. I came for toning up and reducing my stretch marks and i wasn't about to pay for the rest of my treatments since they couldn't even maintain some level of decency to keep their voice down and bitch about other ways to cheat me. The experience wasn't good, they were rude and obnoxious and i wanted to pay only for that one session and refund the rest of my money for the 10 sessions i paid for an hour ago. In an instant sweet fairy godmother who promised me the world to make me feel beautiful again became the evil witch. She persisted that there was no refund and i'd just have to do with that. I left in a huff, angry, violated of my customers rights, and deranged. the next two weeks, my entire legs were covered with bruises and skirts just wasn't an option.

I never went back there for the other 9 treatments i paid for. And i never forgot that experience. It is okay to try sell a product/service to someone but to make someone feel like they've fallen short of themselves in the process of selling them that service/product, should NOT be tolerated. I have extremely low tolerance for rude salespeople, before this encounter and perhaps even more after this encounter.

George Carlin's Message

Isn't it amazing that George Carlin - comedian of the 70's and 80's - could write something so very eloquent...and so very appropriate.


A Message by George Carlin:

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways , but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness. We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often. We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things. We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less. These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete... Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side. Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.Remember, to say, "I love you" to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you. Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind. AND ALWAYS REMEMBER: Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.


George Carlin

Super Glue

Don't you think relationships are like super glue? Well, the ones that really matter and mean something at least. It's just like sticking both ur fingers together with super glue. Skin to skin. then try detaching it and see how it hurts. It leaves residue and it might even rip a part of ur skin. jz like a broken relationship. Residue equals scars, and the rip equals hurt. Super glue can be uncomfortable cz it leaves a residue which is hard and almost impossible to wash off in an instant. But seeing the wonders a super glue does to mend broken things is comforting and astonishing! so jz when you think ur in a "sticky" situation in ur relationship.. and you think you have no where to run off to, or if you feel too suffocated with the closeness, remember that it is the super glue which is keeping the broken pieces of you together and collected... and without that super glue, u'l still be as broken and worthless as you used to be.

I Did Not Vote...

I woke up this "morning" way past morning... Last night i had an adrenaline pumping time awaiting the final mandate on whether our ruling party for 50 odd years will maintain their power. It was only until last night that i realised what a lousy citizen i was. I sat there, waiting to see if the rakyats would be strong and brave enough to embrace a change, waiting to see if the rakyats have had enough of corruption and unkept promises, waiting to see if all the woes and lamentations on Malaysiakini would translate into votes to hope for a better future for our country. As i braced through the hours of awaiting the results of the hot contested areas, a pang of guilt swept through me. I wished i registered to be a voter, i wished i did vote.

Disclaimer: I did not register for three reasons. Firstly, i did not want to go back all the way to Ulu Tiram, Johor Bahru to vote, as my Identity card address will determine the location of my vote, It was of course a hassle, so i chose to take the easy way out. Secondly, I felt my one vote would hardly make a difference to the majority vote, of course i guiltily confess that was shallow thinking. Thirdly, i told people i did not know who to vote for because i've yet to see a "party" that has won my heart and mind and i didn't want to mindlessly vote just for the sake of voting. Truth being told, i already knew who i wanted to vote for. Truth being told, i came from a less than middle income class family since i was born and that has barely changed, so of course i knew who i wanted to vote for! Truth being told, i could only have been too blind or deaf if i believed wht i said because of all the emails and articles that i've been bombarded with should help me make my decision. Truth being told, i just did not want to fulfill my obligations and that, i regret deeply because i have just included myself in the typical Malaysian Group which i have repeatedly scorned by having this "Tidak Apa Attitude"

I'm of course ashamed of myself. The changes in our election polls yesterday gave me new hope for this country and i wished i had been part of it. And to all the Malaysian Voters out there who fulfilled their obligations and rights, i applaud you. It is easy to sit by and just wait for a change but you guys did what you knew was right. Many out there (like me) chose to leave this responsibility to you and because you fulfilled it, we will have hope for tomorrow. So thank you very much, for voting from your minds, and not your heart.

I had a life where everything good that came by me was an opportunity i must consider myself blessed with. All the good things like my education, my identity, my job, were opportunities but not something i could have worked my way through if i wanted because our country created too little opportunity for education especially to the minorities. My parents sacrificed for me and That's how i got to where i am today. I'm not a great achiever, and neither am i an underachiever .... I am an Average citizen, and average individual. Am i Happy with this? Not really. I'd like to play the blaming game here. If my family had money, things would be different, If i had the chance to pursue the education i dreamt of, things would be different again. But things are so which that the most important determining factor of changing one's fate is so scarce in our country. I'm still bitterup till today that i didn't get to do medicine. Because i either had to be insanely rich or insanely intelligent because i'm a minority, Which by the way, i'm neither. Yesterday during the election poles discussion on TV3, a professor, (which in my opinion was farrrrrrrrrrr from bright) said that the reason DAP won was because the middle class income group voted for them. He had such a haughty air by saying this as though it's a statement to be proud of that our government was not at risk by the voting phenomenon. What he said was utterly true! It is true that perhaps the opposition won is because the middle class income group voted for them. The low income group voted for our rulling party because they probably were scared that a change would make them lose what they already had which was so scarce, and the high income group voted for our rulling party because they were afraid to lose their privileges and their wealth. And this is because, the middle class group is sick and tired of being middle class generations after generations. Because these are the people i can truly relate to and understand that it's time we need a change. The middle class are probably the biggest sufferers in this country. We're stagnated. We're not starving and suffering physically, but we are suffering emotionally and hungry for a hope that through our hard work and persistence we want to see our lives improving. Just because we have enough, it doesn't mean we're fine with it. The human race cannot progress with enough. The human race can only progress with changes. And because we're the middle class middle income group, we want to see a progress for our personal growth. So, yesterday was a time when the middle class group stood up, woke up, and decided it's time we choose to progress and not blindly wait for someone to allow us to progress.

We cannot say for sure that this change will bring a significant change in the quality of our lifestyle, but we can say for sure now that we chose to give the others a chance to address our woes. We Malaysians Gave ourselves a chance. :)
And please, Pat yourselves on your backs for voting. For once, I'm proud to be Malaysian and i assure you that wherever i am for the rest of my life, I will fulfill my voting obligations next General Elections Onwards.

-cheers-