MI com more focused on saman than jaga profitability of Mi company lah???

Patutlah MI price jatuh teruk. Ex employee pun tak dapat lari… kena saman oleh MI

Ohhh Ular, you Sifu i3 lurker said why Grab prices were dropping…
Ular Sifu i3 lurker very Panlai ahhhh.




Posted by i3lurker > May 19, 2023 12:40 AM | Report Abuse

Grab dropped coz 1Q23 results showed confirmed future impairment due to reduction in partner and customer incentives.

Cut incentives and cut advertising means cut kuku means Grab in future 100% sure die.
Thats why most investors dumped Grab immediately.
Investors dumped huge drop of 12% due to Grab bleak future.

Ular, American soil will shake soon. Take care of your koboi shares.

May the children of America persevere, and rise again to build the country,
let the tragedy be eternal memories
standing up and moving on with your life.

Lying stiff body crushed by rubble.
Groans accompany a tragedy
on American soil as predicted by the Intellectuals.

AMERICA EARTH WILL SHAKE
Unexpectedly at that time the earth of America shook
flooded with drops of blood pearls
splashed behind the ruins.

Ular Sir, your profits in Koboi more important than your Spm English lah. No need to worry about Queen Elizabeth English or presently King Charles English lah. Ular focus on making sure you make money in Koboi market.
Nobody cares about my poems lah. Just killing my time here with my poems while waiting to make money in this Bursa market la.



Posted by UlarSawa > May 18, 2023 2:31 PM | Report Abuse

Income ular ingeris only passed spm nia nia leh. Dunno how to write poem like you leh. Dunno appreciate your poem at all leh. Haiyoh. Correct?

Ular Sir, his in the poem above depending on each person interpretation la. A poem is like an abstract painting, where each person sees something unique depending on his or her own interpretation la.

In his teachings there is hope.
In his admonition there is a prayer.
In his anger there is love.
In his silence there is wisdom.
In his hands there is a built character.

Memories of rain
subsurface groundwater
crack the strength of the soil
massive erosion
bring tragedy to people living nearby!

Memories of rain
long droughts damage crops
rain brings blessings.

MEMORIES OF RAIN
A reminder of rain gutters and drainage
sinking the surface of roads and tracks.

Hug me for a moment and feel that he is still there,
even if the world is separated,
his blood runs through every vein of yours,
be patient, always meet in heaven.

Caressing spoiled in laughter
staring at him full of love
from every love of the chosen people.

You can't see the weight of missing
him hugging his mother in his dream
when he realizes that his mother is still there.

He didn't go willingly, but it was God's destiny.
He also cried in the distance
seeing the eyes of the little one searching
without being able to express a single word of longing.

SEPARATE LOVE
When your child is moaning for milk, thirsty for love
not yet knowing the meaning of the world how everything shakes the feeling when the mother goes to face the creator.

This is the biggest question… where is Vincent bravo… who’s telling everyone to average down…
Vincent bravo… please comment

Then dive to the deepest bottom
absorbing the strong current and pressure
without gliding with a grunt of complaint
because only sincere divers are able to pass to the depths of the oyster garden
picking the pearls of their dreams.

The ocean is calm
which neatly covers the secrets of life
so that you can catch the tricks
and lies of the surface nature.

DREAM BOAT, OCEAN AND PEARL
You have to know the craftsman's customs and the habits of the wood to build a balanced boat that won't roll easily in the waves.

I am the cloud that chooses to be eliminated the wind
obliterates the feeling and
silences wanting you is the rain
that has to pretend to be cold and crumble under their feet.

The clouds are willing to fight the ferocity of the sun
dimming the heat patiently as long as the earth does not continue to be dry,
the rain wets the land that is jealous with clear drops of sincerity
so that the bud of peace grows and blooms.

CLOUDS AND RAIN
We are the clouds and the rain for the happiness of the earth on earth,
the clouds are willing to let go of the rain as the inhabitants of the heart
the rain want to leave the clouds as a comfortable embrace.

Yes, writing a poem in the rain
has a whisper of droplets
that is difficult to understand.

There was a time when writing it every page of scribble
lost the message ink
in the metaphorical heavy rain.

WRITING POEMS IN HUAN
In this kind of rain, writing poems becomes cold because the wetness of words
often becomes a fever of meaning
in the dizziness of interpretation about thinking flu.

Don’t quarrel. Enjoy poetry…

O faithful night, thank you for this calmness, believe me, I always miss your arms before falling asleep.

The night still listens faithfully persuading disappointment with twinkling stars muting every anger with loving dew whispering peace
behind the roar of the waves.

LOYAL LISTENER NIGHT
The night is a loyal listener of the complaints of the sunny day, the sobs, the cries of the rain, the sad news, the wind blowing.

I don't know because the walls are tight, I don't know if the door is tightly locked, I don't know, I don't remember "

But ". oh". my hut is dark, Day 'Iah, morning, like night "" No light enters inside;

That is how dawn appears, the Great Sun descends into the world; All souls rejoice, Comforted by the flower of color.

DAWN
Shadows of the sky in the east, Light flashes of light burst, Bright light bursts, Vanishes in the air, hazy

Wahhh crita drama Hong Kong ini. Make people lose their money , banyak Rm hangus.

we are equals, moments are always precious working together for a love.

here, on this sovereign land-we banish humiliation

who have grown up enough to understand sitting next to young people who have chests to think more turbulent bias bend, stinginess and revenge that will always be scattered on the ground like dry leaves that will eventually rot
-loyal fertilizing

Continuity shines with the bright colors of bitara and faith

however, since long ago you and I have been stuck in oblivion to people who came and begged to people who visited, referring to old wounds that have been extinguished many times, I hope to rekindle

the most perfect
with religion, with culture, flattered to the highest level, successful and prosperous, longed for glittering glittering

for so long it has been so tightly compatible that a world of dreams is envious
we often hope for a home, a country, a most peaceful region

old and young can't change anything, no matter how much conscience and charity, ideals and this land should be

between us and independent age is not to be blamed

You know that every event, memory, service and mistake that rolls away is with the fragrance of the earth that is hugged to the chest

The moon and the sun are always young in the history of the creation and colonization of me and you as a whole body that is twisted and forgotten

And win or lose the common people who feel buried by the calamity that is fertile cascading in their lives.

The loser must be worried about the tricks.