Just the other day, I visited my long lost schoolmate for Raya. There he was in his bungalow with 2 Porsche parked majestically in his posh porch (Cayenne and a 911) with a 24 hour security guard stationed in front of his house which was already sitting in a guarded community housing estate. Understandably, his sensitive position as a high flying executive in his line of work warrants such an arrangement.
After living and working in the US for more than 10 years as well as living flamboyantly in the fast lane, he returned home to settle down. And here he was sitting down with me and other old schoolmates.
I noticed that he had become quite private in his outlook. He does not have many friends. He does not have a Facebook account for fear of intrusion of daily activities! Eh, does he have more that he needs to hide? Maybe...
Later, we were discussing about his toys - his Porsches and their performance! He had apparently hit 240km/h on the highway! When asked about speeding tickets, he answered to the affirmative. The worse part, however, was when a summons was sent to his house with an ensuing digitalized 'mugshot' photo-shoot depicting him and another temptress who was not his wife driving along in SUV. And he was supposed to be in a meeting, not enroute to Port Dickson where the shot was taken. Now we understood the privacy and secrecy!
With the advent of internet, Google and the World Wide Web, nothing seem to be sacred or secret anymore. The tentacles of the web will spread its stuff like what spiders do into all nooks and corners to expose everyone's secret lives. Just like how MCA's feeble attempt to draw youngster into its wing fell flat on its face. Everyone went agog when a bevy of beauties claiming to be party members paraded shamelessly to the assembly to entice the roving eyes to join the party something like how the mice followed the Piped Piper of Hamelin.
Leave it to the Netizens, a few days later, the full expose of the said members were out in the open, complete with pictures to match. As predicted, these beauties ranged from lingerie models to pit stop babes! Go ahead, try to make out who is who. They are look alike to me! All straight hair and manga inspired heroine's eyes!
After living and working in the US for more than 10 years as well as living flamboyantly in the fast lane, he returned home to settle down. And here he was sitting down with me and other old schoolmates.
I noticed that he had become quite private in his outlook. He does not have many friends. He does not have a Facebook account for fear of intrusion of daily activities! Eh, does he have more that he needs to hide? Maybe...
Later, we were discussing about his toys - his Porsches and their performance! He had apparently hit 240km/h on the highway! When asked about speeding tickets, he answered to the affirmative. The worse part, however, was when a summons was sent to his house with an ensuing digitalized 'mugshot' photo-shoot depicting him and another temptress who was not his wife driving along in SUV. And he was supposed to be in a meeting, not enroute to Port Dickson where the shot was taken. Now we understood the privacy and secrecy!
With the advent of internet, Google and the World Wide Web, nothing seem to be sacred or secret anymore. The tentacles of the web will spread its stuff like what spiders do into all nooks and corners to expose everyone's secret lives. Just like how MCA's feeble attempt to draw youngster into its wing fell flat on its face. Everyone went agog when a bevy of beauties claiming to be party members paraded shamelessly to the assembly to entice the roving eyes to join the party something like how the mice followed the Piped Piper of Hamelin.Leave it to the Netizens, a few days later, the full expose of the said members were out in the open, complete with pictures to match. As predicted, these beauties ranged from lingerie models to pit stop babes! Go ahead, try to make out who is who. They are look alike to me! All straight hair and manga inspired heroine's eyes!
What the MCA models doing here?
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