Thanks to the Englishmen and Tun Abdul Rahman Ya'kub

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It was a bloody drowsy day. My head hurts and I cannot do anything more other than to take a rest. I woke up and I felt slightly better. Whoa! I never feel this way before. Oh yeah, now I remember, it was that four all draw football match early this morning that actually kept me awake and resort to not enough sleep. Well, football is a wonderful game. A lousy one, when my team should have gone for the kill. Five minutes to spare including extra time, two extremely foolish goals and here we are standing at number three for the Barclays English Premiere league.

It had actually kept me frustrated all day, I decided to go for a walk and a dinner at Chinese restaurant. I got myself a modest chicken rice and some finger food. I thought to myself, "there goes my night".

However as I am having my dinner, I am filled with amazement by the other table, adjacent to me. Something is happening and it is mind boggling for sure. I found two ducks having their good time talking to a goose. Somehow all of them are having beers with chicks watching and giving some aide to the goose at the other table. No! I am putting this into a literature perspective. You did not get what I meant?

It is about two fine British men talking to a Bajau, a Malaysian citizen but I believe to be originated from the Philippines. Again, I am assuming he is one of the many created Malaysian from the Project IC in the past. It has given the National Front the benefits in killing the local strong left-wing political party at that period. I hesitate to talk more about politics; it is not that I am refraining myself from talking about it but politically, I surge like a madman in defending my thoughts. Let us not go even near to this topic.

So as I am enjoying my dinner after being doing all sort of crazy stunts for a few days in order to keep myself within the budget, I found myself listening to this table where all three guys talking at higher tone. I guess it must be sobering effect after consuming buckets of beers. The two British look sloppy and goofy while the other Bajau, needless to say looks like a tramp; drunken tramp on free ride.

I found that there a few girls at the other table smiling at them. At first thought, I actually thinks that these are hookers putting up their boobies trap if not titsy traps. Hahaha! Amazing words. But to my bloody mistake in judging them, these two Brits are having a good beer drinking session and these girls are actually the restaurant servants who serves beer. My bad, my bad; apologize for that. I swear that at most time, my instinct proved me right. But why are these girls are interfering with their conversation?

Alas, they are actually trying to help this tramp to converse with these Brits. Okay! Now this is getting more exciting. I slower down my eating pace and I sip my Iced coffee slowly. This is surely something worth to watch. The girls are laughing, to my Good Lord; that tramp hardly speaks English and try to express what he is trying to say in Malay. Wow! That two Brits surely are resilient and patient dudes. Needless to say they are trying to stir something up to make it fun and kill the night off.

What in the hell is happening? An old Bajau who hardly speaks English. My words! I found this to be amazingly humorous. I came from Sarawak and living far away from home taught me about living independently but this, this is something I hardly come across over at my hometown. Old man cannot speak English. From my experience, working and traveling around the whole Sarawak, I could have taking things for granted. Only now I knew that most of the older Sarawakians converse very well in English. For those who did their MCE, they are good in writings as well it is their nature to have English newspaper clutched at their armpit as they walk down to the nearest coffee shop for breakfast.

Now that make some sense to why some of the people around me now, never even carry newspaper. It is not the act of that justify the lack of interest in reading, it is just a plain wall who cannot actually understand what the paper have written. Worst, some younger generations only browse through the ads column as well as the badly translated section of the newspaper. It made the local paper lack in their competencies in writing nicely if not profoundly well. I found that their English standard are on par with me, taking to the consideration that my English writings are full with errors. I am bad in writing and I admit to that.

If the local newspapers is dying due to the bad sales, the national English paper hardly make it to this region. That is why I hardly find these newspapers around. Comparatively to the Sarawakian newspaper, there is no Malay section since everyone speaks good English and understand English writings. An English newspaper is always a fully English newspaper. So as the Malay newspaper is fully a Malay newspaper. The younger generation at Sarawakian cities goes to an extend of fine tuning their preferred slang to sound like either White Americans, Black Americans and British. Britannica and Americana rules down there. So when you are down there at Sarawak, if you heard them conversing in this way, it is not about being a snob; it has being a culture down there. At the last paragraphs, I will explain why. Bear with me for a while.

If the town scenario seems to be an unfair territory to make judgment, I might have to say that you can find English speaking communities in the jungles and at high plateaus. I coordinated a project at Bario before. Most of you might not even heard about Bario before the infamous helicopter crash as well as before Mr. Idris Jala reforms Malaysian Airlines after being left with deep shit created by those smart-fool idiots who call themselves corporate figures. You, I feel like I want to fist your anus with a spade! Bloody buggers.

They speak fine English. It may not be so great to fit into Thomas Jefferson's profile but they did cross their Ts and dot their Is in their writings. They converse with some consideration of proper tenses. Many dropouts make their good income by being tourist guides here.

I pondered for a while. I resume back and listen to their conversation and this time, I cannot help myself to give some deep thought about the past. Looking at them makes me think, how the missionaries work in the past. They are trying to live their pious life here by spreading the word of the Lord and have to deal with someone who do not speak their language. Put this into perspective, this tramp is having a good relationship with these Brits. What the missionaries when through is far worst as they have to perform at spear point. This does not come easy. Trust me, if you have twenty workers demanding for their wages is already a big headache; think about two hundred men with swords, spears and blowpipes telling you to leave. You have to compromise with them as your task must be perform accordingly.

Conversing with body languages and with all the flaws in communication spattered all around, understanding can be very difficult and tricky too. I found it is amusing that a journey like this is a memorable one for these Brits, therefore they are trying to get something out of it even if they have to talk to a goose. Regardless of the others around, they just try and have a good time. Mesmerizing!

I am laughing to myself and giggles around when I see them communicating. It is hard to call it conversation since both parties got it wrong somewhere, somehow and most time. I wish I can have a drink with these Brits and tell them that tramp is hardly a Malaysian. I mean how bad can we be as Malaysian; a former British colony with lots of inheritance from the British can speak like this. The Queen surely laugh till she fart as if a jester is cheering her mood after the defeat of Malaya in the hand of the Japs. What is wrong with this tramp and the batches of these incompetent peoples around us? Is it hard to even put up an A-man-and-a-pen conversation rather than to say 'yes', 'no' and 'boleh' or 'can-can' then continue with walla walla yada yada nadda?

At one point, these two Brits did not understand what he said in English. The pronunciation is misleading and the diction, God safe our fools for once. I cannot bear to hear these two Brits teaching this tramp how to pronounce the word "Welding". They thought they heard that tramp said "wedding". Worst, these gentlemen have to show what is welding and a wedding with gestures and even with the aid of the table. They have to mimic the action of welding. They even ask that silly tramp to pronounce it right. It is not they are discrediting us, they have that nature to make things right. Earlier, they receive a phone call and the caller hardly speaks English?

Is that particular caller a Bajau or a Bruneian? I heard from my dad about the true reality around us as he traveled frequently. I am cushioned with the surroundings which are perfect back home. At this age, exposed to these kind of happenings, I am agitated with these tramps who make us look like some sort of a country which have just recovered from war, tore apart by civil war and just exposed to English by the rescuer. But is this the reality? Are they living in their own matrices? My holly cow dung! I cannot believe this is Malaysia. Regardless of English being the second language here in Malaysia, it seems like it is an alien language. Is that true? How true? What do we perceive as the truth? Is there any truth in this claim?

I recalled what my dad told me before that sadly, most of the Sarawakian only speaks good English. He added that there are also several others who can speak English around Malaysia but mostly, they cannot even start a conversation fully in English. They will resolve to some sort of other language but at most time to Malay. What contributed to this tragedy? Look at Ivory coast and Togo, they speaks good French when that is not their mother tongue. They are French former colonies. So what is wrong us?





To unfold some of the actual contributions to this particular scenario, we can actually trace it easily. This happened during Dr. Mahathir (Dr.M hereafter) era as the Minister of Education. He abolished English as the education medium and usher in Malay language, the later Bahasa Malaysia as the backbone of the education system. By doing so, this will ease the burden of most local who have the hard time struggling to understand English. The architecture of this system works well without any further thought on globalization. The system backfires and only until recently he want science and mathematic subjects to be implemented in English. Initially, I thought this is a half cork if not half bake or half past six idea. Since Malaysia love to change their policy, I surely think that this will change soon. He backed his idea up of discrediting English by establishing another policy called 'Look to the East Policy'.

What happen when we try some new policy? Proton and Mitsubishi? Both almost bankrupt. Korea, Japan and China are the oriental powerhouses; the Peninsular which looks like a human appendix in the map are trying to follow these powerhouses. It took Dr.M thirty years to realized the result which My dad had earlier forecast when he read the Malay Dilemma book written by Dr.M in 70s. Why this policy created an irreconcilables scenario now?

Our government never acknowledge the Chinese influences as well as the transmigration of the Chinese which form most of the natives here. I mean the Dayaks. Thus, he failed to understand why his policy does not work his way for the Malays or the non Dayak natives.

Korea and Japan are part of China long history. Wars and revolution, makes it hard to tell what kind of policy and mentality they have currently. Dr. M failed to recognize the signature of these oriental powerhouses. They are from the same group of people who evolve through time and geographically. Dr.M, look at their skin and eyes, you know that they are all groups of people with Chinese inheritance during the ancient time. They only thing that evolved is their calligraphy. They have 5000 years of history. Science and mathematics are part of their life. They derived scientific names to all the elements and they have archives of findings.

What do we have? Hang Tuah's sacred Kris called Taming Sari? Worst, we are still fighting to clarify who are Hang Tuah and his gang. Either he his a Bugis, a Malay, a Mamak, a Chinese or IDUNNOwho.

As Dr.M pressed on Malay Language as the education medium, the Peninsular accepted it and then a few years later Sabah accepted it. Thanks to Dr. Mustapha, a Filipino who was the Third Chief Minister of Sabah who are well known for threat against those who goes against him. The use of the infamous ISA after he was granted such power from the federal government. He also sponsored most of conversations of the natives in Sabah. If any local who do not convert, they will have no chance of promotion or even get a job in the government sector. He then declared Malay language is the new medium for education for Sabah.

Tun Abdul Rahman Ya'kub rejected the idea but peacefully proposed a transition for this to take place. This is when SPM exam replace MCE. One of my family friend's son who failed horribly a few times in his MCE, got flying color distinction in his SPM. My dad told us, that is surely something that will lead to doom in the nearest future. He does not know what doom will it bring but surely as a Dayak, he prepared well. My dad actually did it in a more practical way. Our family converse in English, Malay with our nanny and mother tongue with our sumuk, babai, kung-kung and popo (Bidayuh Grandfather, and grandmother; Chinese Grandfather and grandmother).

The transition of English to Malay language as education medium did materialized but the impact is so visible between Sarawak and the other states. As the precious eight years of transition did open the mind of the local Sarawakians and have prepared them well for the future upcoming. As the system reformed, the blow is cushioned well as majority educated people are from this precious eight years. They continued the usage of English in their daily life and actually they inherit it to their offspring.

As they grow older with their maturity, like most people said the old habits die hard; they use it in their daily life in form of communication. Maybe a lot of Malaysians are not aware the degree of English usage among the Sarawakians. I believe the foreigner too will be spellbound by the level of English being use publicly.

If you put two Bidayuhs from two different villages which have different slangs, publicly or in the office; they would rather converse in English. Why? To make instruction clear to everyone. It is the same thing when peoples from different races meet, they prefer English rather than to waste their time to translate the actual ideas into some other language, to structure it back and then rephrase it which is something deem to be time consuming if not stupid.




The Sarawakians are totally different type of peoples. The state constitution as well as government sector correspond greatly in English. Minutes and bulletins are in English. The state government servant often make fun of the federal government staffs whom they deem as lackers. You should see them make fun of each other during the good old days. They mimic they way the letter is written which they got from the federal government, it is clearly a direct translation to Malay from English. They read it loud and translate it to their preference. Some time it sounded stupid and most time it sounded corny. It was the humor of the era. Even the local Sarawakian Malays look it as something incompetent for professional use. Nowadays, some of the older generations who served the Government often literally make fun of the newer generation. It is true that they have no idea about English if not inadequate knowledge about English.

Now, put this in another perspective. When someone ask "Did you went to Jesselton at Sabah or Anson Bay at Perak", there are large number of people start to wonder where the hell is it? I am surprised that when my dad ask the newer generation of Government servants these questions, they have no slightest idea about the question nor the whereabout. They hardly knew that when they actually came from Kota Kinabalu and Teluk Intan.

The ignorance is due to lack of knowledge since most historically correct books are in English. The abolishing of English as our medium of education had jeopardize if not halt the knowledge of our history. Most of our history books are in English. You should check out interesting books from Oxford Publication, which are written by some of the English Governors at that period of time. We always talk about the act of remembering our own history. What can we remember if we cannot read it? Worst, the vague idea of our history can contribute and aggravate toward far more complicated situations. Imagine teaching others our history, the wrong and twisted version. What possibility would happen?

Malaysia lost their bloody Shit dropping island called Pedra Branca or Pulau Batu Puteh heavily due to the lost of translation in correspondence. Thanks to the Assistant State Secretary of Johore at that time. But why put an incompetent fool to correspond? Later, all the cow dungs stories. So what happen then? Singapore got our one of our island. So? Shame on us. I am counting more to go, perhaps we will loose more if we have a very soft agreement at Wilayah Pembangunan Iskandar. Is it part of the scheme to sell Johore to Singaporean directly? Who knows? I am assuming without no theory or hypothesis.

My father love the **tuut/censored** Department's Motto in Malay. It sound something like this. "Barang Anda Kebanggaan Kami". In English it mean "Your Substance (barang = part - a vulgar word for private part is our Sarawakian Malay language) is our pride". It sounded more like "Your private part is our pride". I mean that is direct translation without much common sense.

Until today, the tradition and it is the norm for many Sarawakians to continue in English. You can see older Malays reading Borneo Post and sometime giggles on the grammatical error in the younger generation's writings. Having a drink is incomplete without newspaper.

I sometime gets accustom of most restaurant having newspapers like back home, mostly English newspapers and a Chinese daily. But here in Labuan, none. Nadda! So as most restaurants at Kota Kinabalu. Most people will sit down and yadda yadda and walla walla about politics with no guidelines and true sources. It makes me want to puke!

Speaking English surely does not make you look any superior than others but this is a necessity. It is like going to the washroom without wearing a flip-flop or a shoe instead barefooted. It is not wrong, it simply look wrong somehow. Most perceived it as wrong or lacking.

Being fluent in English surely gives you a whole lot of advantages. Imagine being able to accumulate knowledge as we read English references and debate in forums. What if we do not know or incompetent? It is surely our lost. When we lose, it is usually somebody's gain.

This particular incident really open my eyes and open myself to accept that many Malaysian hardly understand English so as using them. Mostly, half-corked Malaysian tends to jumble up English with their mother tongue. Without shame, they just fire it out publicly. Feeling glamorous being able to do it even though it is fully wrong. For sure their pronunciation have the amplitude and wave length of their mother tongue.

Many younger Chinese (I mean those who grow without daily sparring or speaking within the family or so) tends to pluralized their English words with the 'S's. It sounded like their microphone in their Mars Exploration Space helmet have the treble-based echo. Need calibration, hello! For example, Mens loves goings to the libraries. Bitter to swallow but this is the reality. The non-Chinese and non-Indian will speak something like this. "I believe you boleh buat tu. Not hard, Easy what. Can lah aah?". A cross breed of Singlish and a pure evolution of Minglish. Sometimes, I pondered. Why are we raping English like horny yet pathetic macaques?

I pity them but what can we do? What can my empathy do for them? Our system did play the biggest role in resulting to this crap. Dr.M's policies has the biggest impact to all. Even if the Malaysian call him the father of modernization, surely he is not even close being the foster grand-nana of globalization.

People will say some American cannot even spell but speaks good English. I admit that. But why do we need to follow some dumb Ass, Mule, Donkey, Llama, Pony or Keldai?

Badawi? Ermm... Najib.. Waduhh! Glokal? Najib starts his Glocal agenda. A cross breed of idiots who thinks about global locally. Put this into a clearer picture, it means just think globalization, locally. Wikipedia said this is a portmanteau of the word global and local. It is also described as a process of thinking globally and acting locally. It is also mean to bridge local to global. I am not sure how this is working. But surely this is a good start and heading for explosive dooms day real soon.


For example, "No need worry one. We speak business in Malay also can but later we think the global market of the business la, at your office at batu Beruntung. After this we lepak-lepak at Ceasar Palace. Good place to relax. We can play batu selemban with the chips. If not we play carom. You can shop for minyak lintah. We langgan cucur tonight lah!". Geographically lost friends, speak to foreign investor in local dialect at Las Vegas and acting like locals.

Another classic example, "You past that brochure to my office boy. He will courier it by post to Uganda. Also don't forget to tell Mr.Whitestçigger I will go out at 3pm for coffee. You punch my card k? I Ular a bit today. Tomorrow your turn". Where he can actually email it instantly in PDF format at a single click as globally accepted and have coffee break, that is so local. This is the process of bridging local to global. Acting locally, global market and this what we called bridging the local and global.

Yeah! Najib is so yesterday doesn't he? So as his soup-parred bowel (super-power) subs.


Malaysia, O Malaysia! How art thou shall be? Wherefore art thou to be?


*Erm, knock-knock
**Who is there?
*A pity and sorry bronze ass filled with Najis after gluttonous buffet with Mdm. Rust Mug. (Rusted and contaminated but fulfilling).



I thank you the white-men who came a long time ago to liberalize us the Dayaks from the nasty Bruneian Empire; infested with draconian rulers and ordinates. Thank you as well for helping us to be literate during your missionary period. Special thanks to all the Jesuits and volunteers. Thank you Tun Abdul Rahman Ya'kub for those eight years of transition. If not because of your great wisdom and wise decision, I will be blogging in some other language, alien to most internet communities.

Again, Thank you!

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I am no racist and I am not a Bumiputera

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I got to read something interesting at my friend's blog. Clearly it is a picture of us the natives princes of Malaysian Borneo or known as the Bumiputera have been revokes from any rights as a native. Hahaha. Great, so what now?

Yeah! At last the blatant article busted big time. I used to wonder that it is a school of thought by those UMNOs! It is clear by now. So?

To you all Bumiputeras of Sabah and Sarawak; having a high hope for Bumiputera's privilege is something you should rethink now. We are no more considered a Bumiputera. Once, a long time ago; we were graded as the second class 'pariah' Bumiputera but now it is clearly that they revoked our right, literally. So what are you hoping for? Free education? Free health care and medication? Free ride? Do not ever think of this ever again since we are now considered as non-Bumiputera.

// The timid Bidayuhs and their close cousin, the progressive Melanaus are no more Bumiputeras.
// The mighty Ibans and the fearsome Kayans and Kenyahs are no more Bumiputeras.
// The clever Kelabits are merely known and are no more Bumiputeras.
// The beautiful and warm Kadazans and Dusuns, fought and discriminated oftenly and publicly are the former oppressed Bumiputera who have loosen their right as countrymen, I mean foreigners and squatters.
// The unique Muruts are left without no indication whether they have the right and given any facility as to Bumiputera. Nope, They are no Bumiputera anymore.
// The Lun Bawang and Lundayeh, they are among the hardest tribe for our country to recognize are no more the Bumiputeras.
// The Rungus' are the neglected No-more Bumiputera.
// The Penan are not Bumiputera anyway.

So now who are Bumiputeras? Who are the native princes then?

Malays? Who are the Malays?
Bugise are the Malay even they are from Indonesia.
Javanese are the original and the truthful Malays from Java I guess.
Ubians, Tausug and the other Bajaus are the originals if that is accurate in our pre-historic history text books. They are Filipinos.
Mamaks are original too. Never even question about that. A mamak stall is a Bumiputera stall.
Our infidels from the yesteryears are Malays. So?

From Sulu to KK with plastics, Bumiputera too.

From Mindanao to KK with plastics, a happy Bumiputera

Why care about the difference of RM40 if you labor at the General Hospital if you are working with the private firm? Why care about the free health service at the General Hospital when you can pay for better service at some Chinese Clinics for extra cost? Best, it is free if you have health insurance for major health problem.

Why care about those teachers who teach your offspring mathematic equation such as "one-push-one-same-with-jello" at school (because the jello one jatuh longkang and hospitalized) when you can afford tuition center who teach your kids "one-minus-one-equal-to-zero" on earth and it varies at space? They even send their children for tuition. Oh yeah, our cosmonaut broke his experiment box as he tumble out from the shuttle. Dizzy after watching the earth from the sky.

Why care about our legislation system if we can afford an Indian lawyer to sue those who gets in our way? Why lick boots of those who drink coffee in front of us as we wait for their coffee break to be over?

Why care about the economy when we have our almost-protected NCR land code? We can survive and be rich by eco-tourism anyway? Why bother about the hike of price when we have vast land to do agriculture?

Why even bother to downgrade ourselves as they want it for themselves. Why bother working in the government department? The Dayaks should not worry as many Chinese companies want to hire Dayaks for their agility and cleverness at work? Why care if we can get increments from the merits if we perform excellently? You can learn their trade too throughout the years.

Why bother about being Bumiputera?


REM *** Please read my blogs about Dayak are natural born mogul.


In ten years time, see who will lick whose fat, shiny and well butticured (derivation of manicure as in the future many will take care of their curvy buns) ass? Must I stress to you the answer? At that time, the Dayaks will sing, "Some whereeeee over the mountain.." as we enjoy our life by the beach; drinking honey dew juice, sipping local made wine and our Dayak Europe fusion delicacies (support Dayaks who manufactured them) and indulge ourselves with TIMES magazine after a successful transaction at a keystroke of our notebook. Far away from the less likely use and nuisance of hand phones. Freedom from being slave to unnecessary calls from banks who want to offer us Platinum card and credit facilities.






By then, they are still the pity and petty consumers for the cheap if not rejected goods that we sale. They ran out of cash after their Gold GIRO Card from BSN is with their humble and merciful Loan Shark.

The less fortunate Dayaks; some make it to be successful leaders of Chinese based Organizations as their front man under the age of 30, some are advancing in their career under our wings and our mentoring and lastly, some of our blood brothers are arguing and scheming at our so-called parliament to clean up the legislations to our likings.

So by then, who gained? The resilient Dayaks and their advancement regardless of the condition. If we have been doing fine all these years, oppressed indirectly by the country legislation; what is another ten years?

We are still one of a kind natives of the South East Asia, known for their bravery. We are still the courageous one in the eyes of the British WWII Veterans.

We broke our shackles and shown to the Bruneians that we have surpass them in many ways after years of slavery and captivity under their draconian empire in the past. To all those Abangs, Awangs and Dayangs, you saw what we are made off. How does it feel to be stepped around by us now? Your former slaves advance faster and outpaced you now? Some, did not their lessons instead enjoying their exotic cars as we build their land with soon to finish resources. We have been taking your goods and your currency with us; its a payback time for how you looted our villages before. Every salary we cash out is for every jar you broke at our long house before. Remember those plundering two hundred years ago. It is still fresh in our memories. We will seek our sweet time to finish you off.

The local Borneo Chinese knew our capabilities. They have fallen into our grips as we progresses and control the market price in certain fields, mainly technical services.


We have to play low profile before these goons who revoked our native right literally; to apprehend their powers to us soon after we monopolize the local and global economy.






If they are known as the Native Princes, let us be united and work together to be Native Kings then. Why do we have to wait in line for the crown. The time has come. Do it now! Be united for our Dayaks countrymen. Fight diligently for our natives rights.


But one must learn and always keep this in our heart. We are not mercenaries like before. James Brooke label some of our tribes being so. We must unite and only through unity we can fight what have suppresses us. A unity not through political party but through economical market sharing will help us. May God be with us. God Bless.

GOD SPEED!

I am so pissed tonight

Damn! I have spend close to 6 hours tracking back my PHP script as well as my MySQL database just to see what the hell is happening. Actually, I just want one form for membership to my several website in the net as well to prepare for the upcoming service providing business I thought of embarking.

Thanks the Lord, Alleluia. I am actually so happy, I am humping around and about to sing "Kumbaya".

"Kumbaya my Lord, Kumbayaaaaaaa......". To the background sound of frogs and the wind chime.

Hahahaha! Well luckily I got to fix it or else I have wasted my 6 hours, 2 packets of Maggi Mee, 3 pieces of tomatoes and 3 sachets of Nescafe 3-in-1.

For a moment, I thought of swinging my PC, boycott Control Panel and my Web Hosting Provider.

But now, WELCOME MONEY!!!! Keching-keching!! Cashing in!

Very lonely cloudy, lazy rainy day

It has been raining since last night. I felt so lazy. I woke up really late and saw all sort of miss call at my mobile screen. I stretch and giggle. What a lonely cloudy, lazy rainy day.

I did some graphic design to loosen down my messed up mind from all the work I have to go through. It is not easy when you subordinates is fighting with your colleagues. Tired and lonesome, this is life far away from home.

I do miss my fiance, my car, my house and my parents. Days like this can make you go paranoid or even do something really stupid. It is too cold for a shower. I put of my my favorite Liz Clairborne wool jacket. Sound feminine. I just love it. It has been my favorite piece for close to 7 years now. I put on another layer of camouflage raincoat and walk in the rain to have a late lunch. The cash deposit is out of order. I am infuriated and I nearly bang that machine. Technologies, you can say that again. Tech-no-logics! I am tuning to the Singapore 98.7 FM and the deejays are horrible. I miss Glenn Ong, the EGO trip man. He is married to Jamie Yeo currently. Browsing through her web broke me as she is happy with her dog.

I miss my Goo-gook and Sumo very much. They are the angels that has cheered me up in the past when I am down and mellow. Now, it is a lonely, cloudy, lazy, rainy day. I hold on from bursting into drips of crystal clear tears. I pray the Lord would take good care of them just like how I had always did.

No one enjoy the rain so am I. I am in the mood for poem but my itch irritates me so I no mood anything other than to blog about the day. You have a nice rainy and lazy day.

Why do asian women throwing themselves at whitey?

I am not so sure why but I may state some of the reasons.

Take a look of this video.



Okay now. Not trying to be racist nor sexist. I know some are in loves but at most time these couples are deemed the other way round.

Lets talk about our girls who want a whitey just for the reason of being glamor (just this context)

Actually since I was young, I do like to make friends with the whitey, the latino, yada yada yada; anyone actually. I never idolized anyone's race regardless you are a Jew, Aryan or any super race you can mention to me. Everyone was created accordingly, individually and sorry to say some are born impair.

I found it is astonishing how we Asian are intimidated by the whiteys due to the belief that they are smart and out beat us physically. I was a non-believer to this. I see whiteys are equal to us and sometimes far uneducated than us. Look at ourself, here we are pressing keyboards, constructing sentences, composing writeup and have the world to read it; compare to the whiteys in certain part of their TIMBAKTU, they are still renting VCR. They hardly understand CDs and well the list goes on. So what so special about those whiteys until the female of our species seems to be attracted to them?

Their looks? Nah, many of the Americans are obese and it is comparatively outclassed from what you have seen in porn films, magazines and movies. Not to say, all those cover girls are Photoshops edited and they are the materials the magazines created in their matrix; for you to believe and a whole lots of sales. The studs and hunks you saw, most of the time make you wet and cum are none others than metro-sexual cunts for their market. Exploits for you girls to buy their magazine. If you do, you are living in their matrices and you should realized by now that the magazine you are holding are full of crap. I mean there is no harm in reading what you want for leisure and indulgence but as a religion. Hell, No!

The increasing thought by younger Asian girls that whiteys have longer dicks is a misconception ever since the whitey dock at our ports. Sailors infested with HIV gets jolly drunk, having one night stand, payable in lieu of drinks they bought at the bar and walla, you are infected. All you can do is to swear "son of a bitch!", "Pukimak!" or "Chau Cibai!" or even "Pundek!". He is long gone, living his remaining sickening life with greater sex and perhaps until a point he reflect his wrong doing and get pardon by some pastor.

Happy friends enjoying their drink!

Most white guys speak a great deal of good English. WTF, that is his mother tongue and he has been conversing using this language everyday. Have you crossover some whiteys who cannot spell 'An Engrish men'? I do. That is why since elementary school they have contests called spelling bee and regularly dictation test. Their English glossary and the usage of terminology also flunk big time. There you are, adoring them. What is the big deal with them?

You can say that they are smart and brain stimulating. Sometimes you can also give prolongated excuses as well as purported views about them being this and being that. I find it truly amazing. Whiteys got listed as some of the successful people (but not smart) due to their earlier exposure to the global world as well being brave to try something stupid but brilliant. But what is the ratio? Probably 1:1,000,000? Now compare that to our people. Previously, our people were left far behind but the momentum is building up and we have excelled forward exceptionally well. This is great, don't you think so? I have a friend who is still 16 and write blogs; so as her friends. Did pretty well with Adobe Photoshops and all those software which are needed to compose and upgrade their blogs. Compare to some other whiteys who hardly did anything other than just enjoying themselves pranking their friends and a nuisance to the public. Tell me that is not true. Is that brain stimulating or is it you got STIMulated?

Four years ago as I was excelling my career, a whitey Director asked me if he can get upgrades. I search the net and to my horror; he can actually get a Master Degree by buying it with less than USD$3,000; online! Wow! That is a good life. After 16 years of specialized job and now you are a holder of a Master Degree. They give names for their career. Sewage Engineer for those who well call General Worker here. They just clean up manholes and scour the pipes but then, they are specialist. Twenty good years of shitty life. What do you expect? Lavatory Hygiene Expert means a janitor with great experiences. Well done, you finally got that paper qualification and move on to the next level, expert!

Here they are, in our pubs with attitude problem they are stimulation our ladies. Yeah! Crappy yet creepy. Still, what so good about them? Money? Well have you heard of the term American pay? Contradicting to our Asian culture, every payment have to be split accordingly. If you are a lady with no job and sleeping with these buggers hoping to cash in their money and bling-bling, you are really wasting your time and the elasticity of your pinkish yet moderately used hymen. Keep it for more agility with the perfect man. You understand that scorned bitch?

Their looks perhaps the best asset as a monkey pot to trap you, filthy worthless flies. So there you are again enchanted by their looks. Big nose, blue eyes, athletic frame with some beer blubber (Michelin man wannabe) and a smashing hair style. Duh! Will that last long?

You! Ms Beautiful Beer. The infamous retired hen at your little town

For sure that hair you are attracted too, stands slightly longer than his ejaculation. I mean external ejaculation. After 10 minutes of foreplay, 2 minutes of blowjob, 2 minutes of your sexercise as you humps around and there he goes; like Flash Man he push you away, stands up ejaculate his snowball at your face and then forcing you to draw all of that sperms into your mouth, later swallow it. Yes, he is there standing tall in front of you making that "ahh-ahh!" voice and calling you an Asian whore. You say thank you (you are drunk and you heard Asia Mall), stretches forward and lean down; unsatisfied, hardly perspire, recalling the odor of his 'American cheese' (or relatively known as Taik palat) filled salty yet filthy cucumber-like dick with hairy balls and you just continue to smile. You are drawn by his smile. You rub you butt, a little bit distressed from that spanking you get as you did the sexercise. Noticeably, you are a bit shock for the poor performance. "What the hell", you said; at least I get to fuck a whitey for my own personal record, a so-so slumber at a five stars hotel by the sea and aching jaw with that stinky breath.

You wake up to the smell of his vomits. There he is laying beside you, shockingly it was not what you what you saw last night after a bucket of cheap beer. Perhaps that cheap beer got you wind up here and the dramatic jaw breaking blow jobs you got last night is the final blow to his deception. You still feel the hangover. You try to SMS your friend but you refrain due to tiredness, you have a brighter idea; Sick Leave. You get another nap to beat that hangover. When you are just about to get some rest, he touch you and kiss your neck. Ambiance lighting from the sunlight, lights up the room shows you the best of his smashing ugly looks and unwillingly you push him. He call you names and start to get mad.

Worry about what he might do next may get you into more possibilities of headline, you give up. By now he is no gentleman. Knowing this will be his last sexual encounter of you, he lay you down. Gulping more beers and slapping his belly. Like a pre-historic and barbaric Mongol he pull you to the side of the bed and do his poorly performed version of 'monkey jack'. Penetrating his cucumber-size rod into your anus, make it one of the hardest record breaking escapade you never thought of. He pull off his condom after rapturing it during his high impact pounding. His testicles projected shock waves as it in contact with your labia and gives you that sensation after taste.

You are trying his monkey jack as you squirt. Your smart-fool whitey is trying to reach for his passport hidden in the vase. Both of you now known as the newly cross breed, homo-stupido-shapen

Later, he reach into his plastic bag bearing foreign writings and smile. You are clueless and scared. Not to say the pain that is still lingering around your torn, skinny, rich with nerves, bronze colored ass. He drag you to the toilet bowl, cuff you and give you more of his fantasy. He did that Hulla hoop dance (he imitates John Wayne), as he is wasting your precious time for a board meeting scheduled at 2pm (it is Monday, duh!). He lasso his counterfeit Louis Vuitton belt and then he spank you, continuing with more bondage-inspired sex. He reveal another gadget you have already known since secondary school. A modified red dildo is then stuffed into your anus. He amplify the vibration. It vibrates harder, reminding you of the SMS you did not sent earlier and an Medical certificate which you need to obtain before the meeting.

You finally scream to his ecstasy and submitted. He gelled your ass with his water-based lubricant, promising you this is the last act. He continue his artillery pounding and after a while, he opt for chocolate cream and goes for the final high impact pneumatic jackhammer like thrust before jacking off his extraordinary yet intelligent self-propel 'Sperm Haley BurstStar' on to your newly permed hair. Just like the RPG blowing up a Black Hawk Helicopter at Iraq, he stood behind you with amazement and self adoration. He scream like a young boyscout and proclaim that is his furthest shot he ever did. It is extended to the toilet door and close to the wash basin. He ran to check out his sperm shot which you knew actually was a slime ball of his nostril waste he blew earlier as he puts on his thorny pink colored condom; an exaggerating claim. He wipe his rod with toilet paper and with the same toilet paper he wipes your hair. He keep on telling you how your tiny but whining pussy make his day. He repeats,"A jolly good shot I must say, don't you think, Darling?". He sticks some of his semen around your ear and make fun of you.

Ohh! You both faked it very well just to unleash your
squirting orgasm and his low bat level libido.

Your knee is aching and your anus is soring. You beg for a release and he is still fooling around. He first reach for a beer and then the handcuff key. He shower your hips with his beer and lick it, unwillingly released you. He kiss you and thanks you for that service. He gave you his number and email and hoping to see you at his country. Thanking you repeatedly for that sexual fantasy he have just engaged. You are limping around looking for your cloths and dress up with your torn off polka dot G-string and your expensive push ups. When you about to walk out, he give you a good spank in the ass and call you a darling. You slam the door and for once in your beautiful life, you heard something that never cross your mind. He just vociferate and gibber as he called you a petite cheap midget.

Sadly; during the board meeting, your top management fired you for being incompetent and mostly due to your almost-red-everyday punch card. This time, your immediate superior just watch you from a far. You give him a blink asking for help and in lieu of sexual favor. He just stare at you until you walk off. You clean up your desk, unplug your web cam which you usually use in the sex chat room, escorted out by the security and you gave your immediate superior a call. You tried calling him and only after your fifth call he answered. He decline to help because you forgot about that dinner with his parent.

He chuckled and say, "Damn horny bitch! I saw you with our fat potential investor's driver last night. We set a hidden CCTV to extort his boss; not that proxy and there you are, whoring around. I am not sure why he is in his boss room. You look pretty bad and awful in that video. Everybody in the office saw your video and your two minutes joke. The top management have to fire you to save their skin, you bloody moron. Have a nice life and an "advance-flirtatious" (cynically for adventurous) career in the future.

Tearing boxes will not help in releasing the stress of loosing a job and worst, after you fucked by the boss and associates like floor mats. Not advisable for career advancement.

You walk back home with a huge box. It does not compliment with the tube and ultra-flashy Lycra miniskirt. You look like a retired tramp, high on drug and collecting aluminum can. As you about to buy the monorail ticket, you finally found out why your beg is lighter then ever. You left your wallet in the hotel last night when it accidentally falls of as you are choosing the right condom size for your man from your fake Gucci handbag. Actually, he insisted to use the thorny happy condom. Now you sob and breakdown in tears. No money but with lots of dilute 'Mani'.

Well Done bitch! You broke your health Record

Two months later, you have been owing the landlord, the banks, parents and several more Chinese dudes. You are awaken from your day dream, unfold the envelop given by the nurse. The doctor in front of you grin at you and only to find yourself positive for gonorrhea. You thought you have problem with your menstruation for the inflame sensation of your holly'ed-jolly pussy every time you urinate. Now you regretted it and you still owe your grandma RM100 for that test. On the way back, you stop for lunch. An Indonesian man approached you and offers you DVD. You want "Jungle Man does the heliopter" or "Maria Ozawa Office Bukkake" porn. He did not have that but offers you a new and hot local video. The title of that DVD is "20 Minutes Jokes (two hours of hilarious snoring & farting, nothing close to high performance Dr. CSL)". There you are on the cover with your skimpy bra and luckily it was your silhouettes or else you can opt for any of the high building for a grand finale; suicide in red dress pin with your final note.

The cover shows a female monkey and a white
mutt faking what we call as rubber love!

Wow! I admit the top part sounds like a porn movie if not reenactment of a local 3gp format porn but that is what happen to our young girls. Who to be blame?

As people always said, pussies died due to curiosity. I mean cats. Let me rephrase the actual riddle. Curiosity killed the sexually perverted Siamese-Malaysian cat. Did not mean vagina any way.

Okay, the blog ends up tragically with a semi-porno writing. I never backtrack what I have written so, just enjoy this bloody inconclusive blog. Have a nice morning and May God saves your ill soul. Damn!


**REMARKS**
To those who are married to a whitey, no offence; this artical was not meant for you. If you love each other and enjoying the best of each other and plan for a better life, you go ahead. I also know that most of the whitey are compassionate people. Maybe next round, I will be siding your side. But for now, this article stand.

Arsenal and why supporting Arsenal FC?

Arsenal displayed another stunning performance in Europe with some of the younger string of players. No expensive players but lots of stars in the making with an average of 22 years old players take center stage of Europe most prestigious football match.

I must say that Arsene Wenger is an inspiration as he is a manager with great qualities. With limited fund at most time, he found the best in each individuals. I have been a great Arsenal fan since I am eleven. Almost twenty years down the line, Arsene Wenger is the best so far. George Graham did managed the team well but Arsene Wenger is in a different league. Tell me how many manager with limited fund able to put a good team like he does?

Football in the international scene is no small matter. Everything is about money and the income of the club as they go and achieve the best they can. Arsenal is a team who did some record breaking results. Remember that legendary 49 undefeated matches? But that is nothing compare to the thrill you get every weekend for the wonderful football. Yes, the wonderful football and the entertainment they gave; by pass all the expectation. Arsenal fan understand that and they always cheer up for the wonderful display of football techniques and the openness to create attacking moves. Unlike most football clubs who played for result. That is surely a boring, boring, boring football.

Youth is Wenger's fetish. With his scout, they have scoured Europe for the best they can find. Fueled with spirits and energy, they find themselves at most time unexpectedly at the front line. Compare to other club who love to buy old cocks for their squad, Arsenal is a club who work, manage and earn their income from their dedication. It is wonderful to see young low profile footballer bloom under Wenger's flagship.

Individually, I admired Wenger not only for the football he have to offer but also the management techniques he practice. Among them are:-

A. Believe in dedicated human resource development
B. Individual ties strengthen the team
C. A management core is not about the fund, it is about being smart building a team
D. Good management makes money by buying low and selling high
E. Scouting for your cheap good, not substandard but as an alternative.
F. It is not about the glamor but the service offered
G. Have fun as you work but with a standard of disciplines set.

I have tried some of these at work and in life.

It works perfectly. You can too.

For Item A, I did it by mentoring a tea lady to be a Document Controller who work and performed well in a short span of time. We achieved ISO 9001:2000 accreditation in just seven months. I also experimented with individual ties as it is the essence of a team work. Listen to their problem and help them out. The problem actually hinders them from performing well. Item B is a complimentary essence from Item A.

Item C is another thing that I have been practicing throughout my career. I basically reduce the cost of office expenditure with a few steps and techniques. By utilizing and exploiting the internet as a facility to reduce conventional tool reliance and less time consuming. The crew and staffs work diligently with information are made available at real-time speed. This will ease updates of information and orders compare to snail mails and unnecessary phone calls and fax as well. Currently, I am still building up a portal for my project communication.

I hardly gets the chance to practice Item D but so far one particular purchase will surely described this perfectly. I bought my house for RM125,300 after surveying it for a month. I give a deep thought and financial analysis prior to the purchase. Three weeks after the transaction, my broker told me the price of my purchase increased dramatically to RM161k++. The newspaper advertised the sales at this price. That is the market selling price and maybe I could sell it at a forced selling price of RM155k if I am broke (that would not be likely). This is good enough to cover my bank interest and the uncertainty of the BLR rate. I assume that my particular unit will be price higher since it has a spectacular view of surrounding nature. Needless to say some of the renovation and upgrading works done.

Previous trip back home, I intended to furnish my home. Instead of getting into all the mess of interest from purchasing furnitures at Chan Furniture and Courts Mammoth, I survey the necessities and by only being nice to the sales person at these places, I found the best deal in my life. I purchase a few coffee table which actually heftily priced close to a thousand Ringgit for only RM50 a piece. The only defect is either a broken door or scratched side surface. I can have these fixed by my friend, a Filipino craftsman for only RM60 a day. That is surely something I picked up at Item E.

Something like this. Leather coffee table with leather stitches

My websites are truly made of Item F. These websites are less fancy compare to some other websites which are heavily flashed. I emphasize the services it could offer. Visit my websites and you can see the services I have to offer.

Lastly, I have been working professionally. I enjoy my career as an Engineer from Site Engineer to Assistant Technical Director and now as a Resident Engineer. I was offered in several occasions to be the MD for the company but I declined due to the calculated risk. I was the Regional Manager for AAC Air (a subsidiary) for Asia Pacific region as well. I was flown up with the potential buyers regularly when I dealt with aircraft buyers. It was an Eagle 150B. At site I have the chance to sail and work on boats and some other big machines. I have fun with all the tools and machineries. I also used to a lot of gadgets. I own the first O2 XDA around Kuching. I used to carry it around 2003 and 2004. Basically, the computer supplier asked me about that gadget's operation frequently. I see it as a reward for all the smart works and being decisive in all of my company's dealing. This is Item G definitely.

That is the aircraft, 9M-ACA

On the recently purchased boat and soon to be crew boat

Many of my top management and top flight friends who are MD, CEO, COO and even Chairman enjoy and support Arsenal. They did stress one thing for sure that is "low cost and yet very effective, not to forget; it is entertaining to see the effective processes end up with a good result".

F words collection & glossary - Fuck SSAS Form 4 Boys

I found these fuckers at you tube as I browse through all the older Beavis and Butthead "Cornholio" videos. Well, they think they can speak more language and swear out all the vulgar words? Okay I think I can give them a big fuck for what these delirious monkeys have said / rhyme / rap/ shout? Form 4 boys from SSAS (SSAS Sekolah Sultan Alam Shah) swearing all the vulgar words they can find in their dictionary/exposed to. I pity you kiddos with no talent trying to make something out of your free time and it is really annoying. The Ministry of Education, gave Rm500,000.00 to this school for Cluster School Project? Educating these retards? You hardly detach from your mum's titties and you are swearing, thinking that you are a sexually active adult? I think I will see these fuckers (and their cheap mask) again in handphone-recorded-porn videos circulated in the Internet very soon. Idiots!! You better go to science museum and try to be a cosmonaut. Hell yeah!







See how a DAYAK can swear them off with better deal of F Words. Watch me and make a comparison for yourself.

They have ONLY said these

Butuh (and variation Lancau)
Puki (and variation Pantek, Burek, Burit, Cibai, Pantat, Kimak, Pukimak)
Bodoh (and variation Bangang, Tolol, Bahlol, Bodoh Gile)
Sial (and variation Celaka)
Boleh Blah (and variation Kluar dari sini)

Babi, Sondal, Fuck off, Sial, Anak Haram, Anjing Kurap, Hantu, Taiu ni ma, Chau Chibai, Chou Kanasai, Meh butuh Punya orang?, Shithole, Mother fucker, son of a bitch, Fuck you man? Shoot your pant off? - VERY LIMITED, Hellooooo Fucker!! Can you smell what you monkeys are made off? (Veronicle's quote of the century)

Unia Si? (Are you sure? - Is that a vulgar word?)
Lim chiu, chau cibai (drink alcohol, stinky pussy! -Err isn't that sentence constructed wrongly?)
Wrong! Wrong! - He swear better than his English. Pardon him.
Bayar Kereta? - Typical orang Boleh Land.
Eh hiau Mei lang kong Butoh punya orang? - Erm, Can swear at people? Nothing relevant here.
Angmo wa? - English? So do I. Even better I must say. Hahahaha. SSAS did a lousy job in educating their student. Poor command of English I must say. Future Malaysian-Russian Cosmonaut! I forgot about that.


Former SSAS student: Air one-two gore the space ship. Gore space up up. See world turn round round. No test test. We buy you a-low-prank lot lot. Very a lot! Fleas! Tank Queue. I want to go to the space station. I want to see the earth revolving around the solar system. However, I do not want to do any experiment and in lieu of this, I will purchase of your jet fighters. Lots of your aircraft. Please reconsider. Thank You.
Russians: Отсутствие путя! Вы крыса пакостной земли гадостная маленькая. (Vulgar! You dirty and filthy rat.*Retributions time*)

Two years after dropping out from Your&I.TM Business School and got fired while working with Mr. Shaariibuu at Mongolia, he applied for the space program. He learned how to speak the Russian language half-corked and sounded like a horny Bulgarian street flasher.

Former SSAS student: Я насильник. Пожалуйста зачислите меня для вашей программы космонавта пожалуйста. I am a *Tooot*! Please enroll me for your cosmonaut program if you will, please.
Russians: Вы можете обтереть мой приклад с ваш лизать сперва. После этого, я буду рассматривать вас после моей водочки. Вы смотрите как тощий страшно кот с вашим ' смогите' сновидения. Go to hell! идиот!! (You can lick my *toot*clean! I will then decide after I have my Vodka. You look like a freaking cat. Vulgar! Vulgar! Toott! More Vulgar words. *Retributions time*)


That is all I managed to trace in their video clip with dozens of rap and shouting repeating at the background like petrified macaques, monkeys and of course; chimps. You try to trace the other words or sentences but then, they are lousy don't you think so?

Look at these vulgar words. They are merely variations of a few bloody words they could possibility think off. They are not even up to par compare to me if I would like to screw to them in vulgar words instantly and spontaneously. Further more, they would not understand my swearing! Why bother?

Okay now. Are you ready for me? Let me tell you that I have a bigger magnitude of curses when I curse at people more than these few fagot monkeys. Treat the following listed swearing and curses directed to these few SSAS monkeys. Bunch of Fags!


Kaninasaneiguyongchowcibaikia, Tiau nyia ma, Tiau nyia sibut kung kaw kaw a, Thai lin ngong, Chukew piang, Si chu ma ong, Nyia mei kung thai, chia po thai, Pun nyin tiau, Chau cibai, Choi lap, Kaima! Apchai! Kamlan! Chion Choi! Lu mak bei tahan, tak ji sio phu! Nyia pak ta sui chung, Nyia ma nyien sun tiau, Ham ka chan! Ham ka leng! Nyia kai kuku ciau lah. Nyia kai fung piet piet pun nyia kung tiau! Nyia ma law kew sun tiau! Nyia ma kung tai po tai!

Butuh, Anak haram, Babi, Laknat, Celaka, Pukimak, Haram jadah, Sial, Anjing, Pantek, Lembu! Sondal! Anak jalang! Anak jalanan! Pelacur! Anak Ayam sundal! Kepala Butuh. Kepala bana datuk ko kat kampung tu. Kepala lutut! Konek kurap bapak ko! Pungkok hang! Tetek mu! Gege a mu ni! Makan taik babi. Isap kotei bapak kau la! Jolok puki mak kau! Ko ni macam pantat anjing! Muka macam barua kampung. Setan! Dajal! Iblis! Binatang! Bengap! Budak bodoh! (best category for these retards). Macam bapok pencen! Otak udang! Bikin malu bumiputera! Buang karen! Buat malu! Buang masa! Buat habis beras bapak! Buang duit kerajaan! Buat Malu sekolah! Buat Malu Sultan Selangor! Dasar budak dungu! Budak Hingusan! Kulum butoh anjing a! Suara macam katak puru rindu hujan!

Kemak kau, Taik palat kau, Jubor kau lah, Palak butoh kau, Encebei pukimak kau! Lengkong! Gai kali! Kedak asuk kampong! Nang kemak kali! Pandei ngelocok jak! Burut!


Pitchkumatei! Fukulolo! Ibn Himar! Bakana!

Pundek! Tundun! Kuligaran Kupei!

Fuck you! Son of a bitch! Faggots! Bloody fool! Bunghole! Bitch! Asshole! Analroxcea! Fucking pussy! Dickhead! Tweet! Mutt! Shit! Dick weed! Retards! Idiot! Bastard! Pea brain! Bird brain! Maggots! Cookoo! Doggone! Loser! Slacker! Sucker! Lamer! Poser! AIDS inflicted fuckers! Bastard! Cheap Whore! Homos! Clown! Jokers! Street Hooker!
Go and Fly Uncle Charlie's Kite Off! (FUCK OFF)


Tuloi sama muu lah! Tului mu isit! Kiande amu! Tektel muu ayuh! Tobiet sinde muu ayuh, ogik giuk! Botah tobiet sinde mu, Kobos muu tia oboh tului sama muu, Kopok tului muu, Maan toki, Nduak masing oku leh, Pakeh amu,
Nyam keh tului ku? Paguh leh,
Kirieng budua!!

Kindai nuan, Amput indai nuan, Parai nuan lagik ku amput! Butuh apai nuan! Bengal! Lungau! Janik! Ngepap taik aku waii!
Nda nemu nama-nama, nemu amput asuk ajak nuan neh wai,
Pelir nuan! Puki nuan! Uduok! Keling lelengau ke capi!
Bajik? Baka jelu!
Lanjut butuh nuan!
Sikuk-sikuk aku pantap pala bala nebiak tu.
Nda nemu utai, paloi amat nuan cak.
Ancau kibung, lagik aku ngasuh janik amput indai ngau inek nuan.
Laut!!! Bakanya meh Laut(I love this one, hehehe)

Belabak ko, Puki tai ko, Tantalau ko, Tonton ko, Kindet! Tasuk! Santut kuyak!


I am tired, I leave those comment section for you to continue and improvise. So much more in my brain but if I swear, these are the common words I will use.

Basically, I am not so proud swearing around but I surely will not come up with such stupid video in You Tube and show my limited knowledge as well as my incapabilities. Well, as you know; people from the other side is always lack of knowledge. Hahahaha! Very Funny! Thanks for the education policies, Tong Loktor Mahu-there.

Fucking fagots! Please, don't you dare to try or do any of these stunts because you are insulting my intelligent. Worst, you compose that song for a few days. You are extremely a lousy rapper so as your vocabulary and vague in understanding the meaning of your swearing. Sadly, you are horribly bad if not clueless in constructing your sentences and rhyme. Sucks big time! A big L on your forehead. Get it? Losers!

For now, it is clear that SSAS breed losers and retards exponentially! Go and Fly Uncle Charlie's Kite Off! for wasting the tax payer's money. 500k for these kids? Yeah! Hallucinating kids. Our legislator must be sure that they BOLEH do something in life rather than mimicking rock stars as they wear songkok and do a Nu-punk cum hip-hop with a twist of dondang sayang and kuda kepang dance (in their other videos). Foreigner may assume that this is our traditional dance, I call it the itchy monkey dance. They stomp like sexual perverted monkeys wearing thick sweater and best; they dance with a pair of striking colored toilet flip-flop.

Thanks for ruling my country, the BOLEH Land. Hell No, you lousy politicians! Screw you and your so-called family tree in your self proclaim, full of discrepancies and unjust, national history book! You can tear it and give to Beavis as he always need TP for his Bunghole.

New Idea again

I just got a new idea and I have just drafted the layout.

What you think about Putatan, Kota Kinabalu, Sabah?

The site will be not be disclose any sooner. Hehehe. Try to tell me where is it?

I have been browsing empty plot of land around Sabah and I few suitable candidates to be develop for tourism and housing. You have some land to spare? Let me check it out and see if there is anything can be done about it. Page me A.S.A.P.

Yahoo!

Beach Bum!

Alright, this is one the many photos I have taken at the beach, yesterday. Hehe! I did not have the mood for any vibrant blog yesterday, so I post it today. Beach Bum on the loose. Catch him if you can. Here also a photo of my cute toy represent my beloved dog Sumo. I will always have him regardless of the distant. Saw him chilling at his special pool? Yeah, good dog goes to heaven on VIP ticket too.

Bored of racist and political motivated blogs

It comes to my conscience that I am bored of reading blogs of these natures. How about you?

All of these blogs speak about all cock and bull stories which hardly give any impact in my life and frankly, I think I have wasted my time on these bias blogs. Some of them declare themselves as non-racist however their writing turn out to be a racist infected bullshits. When racist come to play as an essence of these writings, political views resurface and poor judgment can be made by non-mature readers with the attitude of half-pass-six.

You can go on reading it and to your amusement for sure, the bloggers are history maker filled with their own theories and not even 1% made it for hypothesis's. Everybody wants to be a chronicler at their own right or are they just merely a writer with lots of free time?

You decide.

SUMO Beer Rating - SKOL Beer

SKOL Beer

Country of Origin : Europe
Brewer : Carlsberg Brewery
Alcohol Percentage : 5%

It taste like Carlsberg and it is manufactured by Carlsberg Malaysia.

Actually it taste bitter just like Carlsberg. Not so smooth compare to most outstanding beer. On paper it is highly rated. But it is best you taste it yourself and by the way, one of the cheapest around. So no point in beating around the bush as third largest selling beer if its cheap but taste fairly acceptable.