I want fame and fortune.
I want to walk down the streets confident in my 4 inch heels, exposing a part of my thigh to the excruciating cold wind of the winter days.
I want my lime coat to be flapping in rhythm to my walk as i stride down 5th avenue.
I want my hair to be swishing back and forth behind me as i take the lead, nose in the air into my future.
I want to stay hidden behind my Channel sunglasses, protecting me from the sun's deadly rays and judgmental brows of passer-bys.
I want to be tapping my fingers on my well looked after Blackberry, clutched tightly in my palm whilst i cling tightly onto a Starbucks cup in my other hand.

I want this scene,
this vision,
so badly, it leaves me furiated with myself because i can't have it.
I want the good and easy life full of glitz and glamor.
But i can't have it, want to know why?
Because I'm stuck in bloody Malaysia.