I recently met a long lost friend of mine. Before long, we found ourselves sipping expensive mocha and occasionally munching RM1 per piece cookies in one of the more trendy boutique cafes in downtown KL. The last time we met was some twenty-five years ago, and life has been kind to him since. He now co-owns a company supplying diesel nationwide, is married with four kids, stays in a posh residential area in Ampang and drives an Alpina B10. To many, he seems to be living the ultimate Malaysian Dream, if ever there is one. And that too considering the fact that the last time we met, we were sharing some humble `Biskut Lutut' (Knee Biscuits, because of its shape) dipped in home brewed coffee in a sleepy hollow that was Teluk Anson. He must be one very happy guy now, I casually threw that remark at him, and he quickly shook his head.