GROs and Prostitutes...

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I am not sure but today I felt pretty awkward as my fellow acquaintances in dropping by at Labuan and surely I am not the person who have been looking forward to party all night or what so ever indulgement. Got a call and gets up after a lazy day reading the welding standard for tomorrow inspection as I need to touch up some issues regarding Submerge Arc Welding. Uhh, pretty stressing to read when you are preparing for next week meeting. Screw it! I am happy I finished up my wacky gold theme park design but I did not manage to render it.

Meeting was scheduled for Tuesday. I was darn happy and I thought it is possible for me to go back for a weekend rest. Imagine being at Labuan for more than a month is pretty shitty. Nothing much here, except for beer tasting and a chicken rice shop opposite my office. Also not to forget the cheap Mamak stall I finally found near my house. Then I got a bad news and it took me a lot of time to reconcile my planned journey with my love one. I love her but then, what can I do. The previous month meeting was scheduled to this month and bad enough my Boss rescheduled her trip from Tuesday to Monday together with the Quantity Surveyor.

I managed to convince her but I cannot lie to myself on how much I really wanted to go back home to breath the air at my balcony situated at the foot a hill especially on the lazy Saturday. Not to say the shopping spree which I missed the most.

I slow down my pace as I have ample time to do other paperwork over the weekend and one particular attraction that really kept me at Labuan. Football match between Man Utd and Arsenal. I did pay my Astro bill, however the RM180 charge for connecting the astro decoder to the dish is yet to be paid to the installer. It is a rip off. I did tweaked with the cable but it is worthless. I assume they have another hidden switches around since my neighbour have yet to move in and install their Astro. I can watch it through the net with some Spanish duded as commentators. Damn it!

Then after a while slowing down and reading the articles, my acquaintance gave me a call. I promise to have dinner with him and a few others. I turn up at the restaurant and have a nice Chinese dinner. Food was not that great as at back home, Kuching. At least this was a completely different meal compare to the shit I have wreck for weeks.

Spoken and advising some the older friends legally and technically about some of their issues. An Oil & Gas consultant, another businessman and my acquaintances . Yeah, basically I am the main attraction since I like to talk and filled with ideas and stories. Alpha male? Nah! They indeed keen of my ideas and basically storming ideas with me. My advice seems to be precious to them. They almost got trap and submit themselves to a scandalous issue of installation at Oil rigs. It is mater of time they get sued.

After a pleasant dinner, we walk the consultant to the taxi stand as he nearly miss boarding his flight. We proceed to the nearest restaurant. To my great surprise, they actually plan to have beer at the pub instead of the coffee shop. Damn! I wish it was a coffee shop as I trust my gut in closing a few deals when I chat with any businessman. My thought was gone. Hope faded away. There we are, entering the pub. OK now, this is not they way I feel like to spend the whole night.

A pub is not a place for me as I cannot close deal with the sound of loud music. If I am in a bistro, I still could do some talking with the ambiance of Blues and Jazz. I told my acquaintance to sit at a table a little bit distance from the loud speaker. I am not under the influence of ecstasy pills so loud music do me more harm than good. I ordered for any draft beer or a Budweiser. As what I have predicted, they did not have any draft beer and Budweiser. I requested for an alternate choice, the Heineken. Cool, four small bottles and we are ready to go. I have a slow drink as I start to chat. I pointed some area which I really want to make clear for tomorrow inspection. I trust he would do as what I have pointed out and I leave the rest to be done accordingly at my site. My site, my territory and my law. No one encroach or else you get memo from me. It is equally a good roundhouse kick into your jaw several fashions as you are tied to a Rambutan tree infested with red ants.

The contractor's Boss is a cum-wet-bitch. He ignored my oral request as what stipulated in the contract document and being a sissy for talking through shit holes. He fired blanks and this time I slapped him with a thirty five pages worth of memo. This includes a copy of penalty which I extract out from the Local Authorities Act which actually resulted him doing time at jail and a Rm50k fine. Not to say the termination of his contract he hardly understood. I hate losers. I hate posers. I hate retards and I do hate lamer.

He backed up for a while and now is trying to buy some more time before eventually get me what I actually wanted, a safety jacket. I do not like to work with pussies. It is irritating and it is tiring. It is stupid and it is a waste of time. You should never try to put me into a scenario of being agitated. That would be the last thing you can opt for when you are confronting a man with vast knowledge and legal know hows.

As I gulp my beer and almost engage into a fruitful conversation, GROs start to sit around. I actually reject it as I do not condone such activities. As a respect, I wish to finish my beer and walk off with good yet sarcastic excuses. It did not materialized. The girl sat beside me and I was looking up at the TV screen. I am not acting as if I am God. I just do not have the mood for all this as I really love my darling. All I want is to make more money and a yearly vacation trip to paradise. As I nearly empty my bottle, he ordered Chivas Regal. Duh! I have to go through the ordeal of a Chivas. He promised a Famous Groose the next round as this is quite spontaneous. I smile and told him I will be fine with Chivas. I start to sip neat whiskey. As I start to talk to them, they are already occupied by their girls. So I am left with a girl beside me. I am trying to buy my way out. No way Jose. I am stuck!

So, just go through it. Just being nice, say hello to her and just have a drink. I look at her. She is pretty and thank God she speaks good English. At least someone who can converse rather than a wall dressed up with laces. I was looking at her and I told her that I have a good friend at KK and he is from the Philippine as well. I got to know she is a Tagalog from Manila. As we chat and I asked general issues about Philippine such as the geography and race, she end up explaining the difference between Visayas and the Bisaya. Okay I did get it wrong when I think that Visayas only inhibit at Luzon. Hahhaa. I am being sincere in telling you my silly bumps and stupidity as well.

We conversed more about the Philippine and nothing really shows up except that I am repeating some of the older stories I heard from my friend and she reaffirming it. That is the best way to kill my time although it is a lame thing to do. What do you expect me to do? Fondle her and say love is all around and I see stars? No!

Suddenly, she told me that, somehow she can actually speaks Japanese. Wow, instead of ditching her as an unholy object of lust or so; I found myself amazed. I was trying to learn Japanese since I am eleven and I hardly read Chinese. There in front of me, a Tagalog who can actually converse in Japanese. This time, I pull myself and face her instead of glancing at her and talk. I know that is rude but I just do not want any unforeseen things to happen since we men are susceptible to sexual offers and pornycation. It is easier to turn down rather than to feel guilty after hours of reflection. I think she is different and I thought to myself, why not try to have a warmer conversation. After all, If Jesus did save a prostitute from being stoned to death; who am I to be rude and crude to a girl even though she had a very nasty job.

We continue to chat and we get more fond of each other and to my laughter we are gossiping like girls. Wow, I never thought I would do that. Actually, she is also a Catholic and that makes me feel that something is not right. I continued to talk to her as she exposed more of her stories. She told me about his Portuguese boyfriend at KL. I felt like I am talking to a lost friend except for the pushy mama-san, the grandmother of whore pimp. A tomboy who wear and dance like a man who keep of pushing me to gulp my whiskey. I hate people interfering with my whiskey as I enjoy to sip my whiskey and the after taste. I see people who do that to me as rude. Fuck you 50 years old retirement-golden-age pimp. You should enjoy cheaper passage offered by MAS and travel the world. Goddamn it!!

We continue to chat; unsure but I did end up with giving her quality advice which I deem as something for those who worthy and deserving enough to me. I do not give that quality of advice to my contractor's engineer as his boss is a big fucking acne between my balls. I actually persuade her to be a tourist guide at Kota Kinabalu. If you are living in KK, you know how many Japs and Korean are around. People with her ability are priceless in the tourism field. I told her to finish her contract which lasted another ten more months and move on with better prospect.

Ten months is actually a long, tormenting and aching period of time if you work in this nasty field. Considering it as the oldest profession in the world. I do not think her boyfriend could actually buy out her contract with the price tag of RM16k. I was shocked and actually partly angry. I mean a Chinese man can actually live by abusing girls into prostitution. I would die in starvation during a human rights rally rather hurting people. I hardly abuse animal except for block-headed flies who fly around my cabin. Sometime the sweaty contractors come into my cabin with extra ordinary guess, the flies.

She actually could make it into tourism either in the hotel industry or being a tourist guide. She told me she understand basic and even write. Viola! She actually worth more than that chicken barn. She lamented she did the wrong decision and did not look up of her qualities. I smile and console her. After an eye-opening chat, we move to another topic.

She refused to tell me why she is very angry with her parents although she send almost RM2k a month to them. I told her we should not be living with grudge toward our parent. She confessed she is angry and will not return home. She have being very angry for the past two months. two months? I asked her why? Perhaps I can say something soothing and perhaps mend back they daughter-parents relationship.

She told me she was married. I am not surprised as I can see that from her body. The body of a married woman. Is not that she have yo-yo fats around her nor stretch marks, it is because of.. I am not sure but but instinct told me so. She is angry with her parent since signing the contract as a GRO at the pub and with all the tremendous amount of monies sent back home, her parent actually gave her son away to her ex-husband. I mean ex-boyfriend since they are not married. The parent did not like their relationship and if I am not wrong, her son is born out of wedlock.

As you all know and gone through, early adulthood is pretty challenging and people tends to do silly things. However, since her parent are strict Catholics and have a high hope on her; it is to their dismay to discover that she was pregnant. Philippine's education system is not a cheap education system. You have to pay for your offspring's education at a really high price therefore makes disappointed parents goes hay wired.

As she travel to Malaysia or got cheated in to our Boleh Land, her parent actually surrendered her son back to his boyfriend without her knowledge and her consent. Oh my God Lord. Another standard story of shitpileheads reappear.

I hate when peoples tend to punish the newly born due to their parent's mistake. I mean that is no sense. What grave mistake do that newborn did? That make us the so-called pious one actually a hypocrite. I felt for her misery and her angsts. I told her that I understand how she feel and do agrees that what her parent does was totally wrong constitutionally and morally. I pat her back and tell her not to worry rather than to fuel her up. There is no point to do so. I just wish that she could trace back and be reunited with her beloved son. I told her the story of my dog as well. Story of my dog Sumo would never be amiss when I relate a topic of compassionate love.

As we continued, we are briefly thwart by the mama-san. Last time it was about my drink and this time is about taking that girl home. I told the mama-san off. I said, "With all of my respect, I treat her like a friend. I have to call my wife later and will be busy with some reading". I did not even give any room for rain check possibilities. I hate assholes. She thanks me.

I see. When she thanks me, I know that she is probably a victim of a prostitution ring. I do not want to get involve. If she promised herself to refresh her Japanese at the library during the day, why should I be bothered. Sometimes, bad things do happened and it is best to let it be around in equilibrium rather than to get into any possibility of trouble.

As the time drawn near to midnight I told my acquaintance it is time for me to leave. The band is playing their last song for their second time slot. They say they would walk me home. I appreciate it as I do not want to get involve with any drunkard as well.

I hug her and tell her to remember my advice. (That hug is a hug you normally do at church between two different gender congregation or friends. It is a sign of warmness without having a body contact with her). I want her to feel that at least some people do understand her.

As I walk back home, my acquaintance actually reveal that these girls were tricked into this kind of work. They never wanted it but some bitches and dick heads actually making a living of their sins. I nodded and I told him that, that is life. At least there are possibilities of change within her after my advices.

Perhaps we are so often mistaken them as sexual objects or fantasy toys. Now, I realized that it is wrong to label them so as they can be warm just like your best friends. Please do understand that their condition and at most time, they themselves do not want you to pay for their service. They just want to do their time and get the hell out from that barnyard after being lured by some dick heads. Your ignorance of these dick heads modus operandi is the key to these events. If we can write a Bill in our constitution and our corrupt society do go hard against favor-with-conditions sexual service, we will find these beautiful peoples are doing decent jobs at the mall and offices. By the way, not all prostitutes are stupid and not worthy for a warm chat. They can be very bright but they are victims of their own struggle toward a better living as promised at our BOLEH LACUR country.

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May God be with you girls always, shower you with strength against evils and a light to walk you out from earthly hell. May God be merciful upon your grave mistake.

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The raping of Penans! YBs - I need a word with you

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The Penan rape case has been the big new throughout Malaysia especially Sarawak last month. I was not ready to make any comment about the situation currently but I am really pissed of how the Dayaks themselves respond toward this particular incident.

What is not true about this incident? How come it is not true? For sure this is an open story about the misery of the young Penans who are trying to get education but end up get raped. The problems about this claim are, the name of those rapist (God Damn you, may you be rot to death!), the exact time and the exact date of the incident. They have been raped every since.

Anyone of you who are familiar with areas from Baram until Lawas know this story. I am sorry, this is no more a story, it is something we heard almost everyday. I can be assure I only heard these stories but I have never encounter the real scenario but who am I to fight for them. I do not have any good proof the whole things are not merely claims. These are the real ordeal of the Penans.

I am sorry to say that even our Dayak Brothers have no empathy for these Penans. They even have the guts to say the Penans are merely liars and filled with stories. Contradict to their claim, I was once caught in a situation where I met with a Penan couple. At first, I observed from far since I have never met them before. I guess it is best to check and see. I knew they are reserve people but I am not so sure what are the issues that brought them near by. Slowly I got to know they just need to fix their solar panel. These Penans know about electrical wiring so I basically accept that the atmosphere will be calm and if I got to talk to them, they are reasonable.

I steps move toward them. They look at me and they are clueless since I have the look of a Chinese but deep inside me, I am a pure native who have some sympathy for their oppression. This is a good chance to talk to them and get true stories from them first hand. There will be make ups as well as now Spinning Doctor to spin the real story around.

I sat down close to them. It is true that they are timid and very reserved. I give them a warm smile and say hello. It is not easy to talk to them since they are victims of much aggression and discrimination. I understood this and I move a little bit slower. I calm down, I gave them another smile and ask them what is up? They briefly replied that their solar panel need some wiring. This is direct current wiring and some testing need to be done. Direct current wiring is not an easy thing to do as any small defect can actually create spark and cause fire. Generally, DC is much more dangerous compare to Alternate current (AC) like we often use at home and taken for granted.

To my surprise, I thought they only can communicate in Kelabit but then, they speak in Malay. Wow! I struck gold. I can actually communicate more like this. I have been reading superficially about the Penan. Not much are documented on history books by Oxford Publication so as the British archive. I never expect anything solid or truth in our local books. All if not most are recreations of Spinning Fuckers and their agendas.

Since I have shown my sincerity as I chat with them, they are driven to tell me more and there goes everything. I actually talked and reconfirm the facts I have read previously. Much are truth by the foreigner in their writtings and less, much less of truth by the local publication. A lot of visiting NGOs felt their miseries. You will be a believer and your conscience will tell you something need to be done.

Very small amount of them these days wear loin cloth. I saw them couple of times when I stroll around but they often shy away. The ladies are very beautiful behind those scar of abuse and the dirts of their hard life. Only by then I understand, my warm generosity, smile and my willingness to approach them did not make any different. That is why they have yet to reply my smile.

These Penans that I have encountered are no more nomads. They have settled down just like the others, only that they are substantially lack of prime necessities such as clothings and food. Their daily activities still maintain the same. They still survive by the jungle. They hunt for food and at most time, their kills is the only source of income. They trade their kills. Sometime they sell it for a really low price in comparison to their effort. Beside hunting, occasionally they generate their income by doing hard labor. They carry jerry cans of fuel and stove tank for hours for the use of the local Kelabit. They actually contribute to the Kelabit by giving them the option for cheaper goods compare to the flown in goods which are highly priced.

Talking to them make feel really sad. They are the Dayaks as well. The natives of Sarawak but when I look at myself, I really pity them. I guess a warm chat would at least help them to forget their misery for while. Other Dayaks excel peacefully and some even abuse their facilities by doing a lot of other unscrupulous work regardless of the subsidy given to them. The Bidayuhs at Bau have a few highway to their village and the Penans? They only hope that their rights are recognized. They have never ask for roads. They do not mind walking a few hours to school and by luck be hike a lift by some passerby. What do they get the end?

The mutilation of the virgin jungle and raping of their virgin daughters.

Is that the way to repay the Penans? The Penans did not ask for the whole vast land. They only need some land as it is part of their life, their culture and their religion. What do we do? Penan have endured ordeals throughout the years. Recently, the Kedayans are abuse where their land are taken for Palm Oil.





Talking about Palm Oil, I myself have even gone through the agreement between the People and the Power of Attorney (hereafter known as PA) and also the agreements between PA and the local. What do they get? A YB (Yang Batut, Yang Bodoh, Yang Buta) who are actually motivating them to do so for better and stable income. I was laughing and I was thinking to myself, the Dayaks actually need protection within their own society and leaders. The bullies usually are Dayaks who are kind of smarter by-10grams-more-brain. At certain time their ATP managed to transform to ADP and produce energy (to party). This will subsequently contribute to some logical thinking. They have been storing a lot of ATP when consuming liquids originated from fermented rice, malt and corn. Or Else, dead man walking. My Lord!

I often lecture the locals, never ever sign a PA Agreement regardless of the deal. I wish I could travel from village to village and tell them, forget about Palm Oil. The palm oil generate nothing. Perhaps the most, you get RM120/month when it start to mature. Even Bio-diesel licenses are priced very low now. Nobody want to do Bio-diesel. Forget about the trivia and walla-walla about Jatropha. It is very expensive to actually produce Bio-diesels compare to cow dung and green energy. You are still generate carbon as the end of the process. You better do direct selling and in case of any failure you can still trade your bag and manual for a refund. You can earn RM300/month with your 0.2Ft² hand phone and a capital of RM300 daily. Selling reload coupon as you enjoy coffee and loafing around with your checker board at coffee house. One acre is about 42k++ Ft². You do the mathematics, please.

That is the easiest and lamest idea could give. Think about investment and Eco-tourism. I am hinting some of my bigger idea.

Let me tell you the cost of a virgin jungle is about RM2K to RM3K an acre for palm oil. By using this trick the perpetrator start poison their mind. At the end of the day most Dayak fall into their trick and sign a lease of two cycles; each cycle is 30 or 60 years. So that Dayak actually lost their land. What is RM120/month today. Sixty years from now, what is RM120/month? A lot of Ibans regretted their action of using their NCR land for Palm Oil. Initially they bought used Mercedes and then now? Their kids are working with the plantation at the same if not lower rate compare to the Indonesian (Mat Indon) and the Timorese (Ohm!). The details? Ask your YB who actually proposed it to you to tell you and then you tell me. YBs are the one who actually gave and drunk the local with beers and liquors. Publicly just before harvest festival, he slurred condemning his own people. Now, after victimizing the local Dayaks, the Dayaks do not even entitle for any State Level Gawai celebration? Why is that?

The oil royalty in billions of Ringgit and the timber you export to foreign country is not sufficient to even play host for us the Dayaks for once a year Gawai Dayak Celebration?

The Sarawak Government “politicized” the Gawai while branding SDNU and SADIA as opposition organization. Both SDNU and SADIA are not registered under the category of “political organization”. Who are these buggers? You surf the net and check them out!

SADIA Boss, Anthony Nait Mani is another bloody idiot. He was booted out from KOR RELAWAN SETIA NEGARA for all sort of breaches. You can actually check his back ground with the Justice Department or so. Please surf http://krsn-ptcm.org/new-page-2.htm for more information. He contested at state level under Parti Negara (winning 100 votes only) during the election. I think SADIA opposed it so that they can actually hold the event with lots of MANI (money money moneeyyy!) to spare for their pocket! If not they are just *tutttt* moles to weaken us, the Dayaks.

They are talking about workshop such as "Impact of fuel hike to...". Hello, if I can actually take pre-caution steps and secure myself with better pay job how come you did not even able to take pre-caution steps for the Dayaks? Do you read books? Are you all in SADIA are plain stupid?

For your knowledge, during this festival there are no Haram foods served. Tuak are serve to those who are non-muslim who want to taste it. Basically it is for the tourist. Now, we lost an important event in the tourism calender. What is dragon boat and regattas compare to this festival which actually shows the gratitude of the local paddy planter for a year of abundant? You tell me. Talking about the social integration and all those shit proposed by our federal Ministry of urbanization.

Some of our politician gave more money to support their political alliance during the General Election which is few hundred times fold comparing for a state level Gawai Dayak feast. You are getting daring and that is what I am assuming.

Can somebody actually and physically help me to screw some of our YBs. Twist their ear or kick their groin. Merely idiots who are living on credit I guess, that is why he is really boot licking hard if not scratching balls to pay their due and bills. If a politician is living on credit, he actually is unfit and should serve no role in any development program of speech. They will just squander the grant even if that grant are meant to buy trophies for young Dayak kids football match. I was wondering, why do we or our hopeless leader install such idiots around? Get caught for CBTs? How can someone be so reckless to be caught doing so? Pure stupidity and nerve of plastic. Smart people never get caught or published in the internet for their crime. If they get title such as Dato' and Dr., then I must be GOD.




I am shocked that most of our leaders, the Dayak leaders are unfit arseholes on the loose. Can you tell me how their brain work? I am talking about sustained growth and talking about long period income such as royalty. Embarking of progressive economy and all those easy but realistic ideas. As I am tired preaching the Dayaks, some smart-fool arseholes managed to convinced more Dayaks with less brain.

Come on you YBs, do not tell me that you have less exposure compare to me, a thirty years old dude. If I am your leader, damn; you know what to expect. You would not even talk about jobs as civil servant or salary. You are talking about generating wealth!

Bunuhlah Ayam Yang Bodoh Demi kesejahteraan Rakyat Tuanku!

I remember Joseph Pairin and Co. told youngster not to ink their skin as it is hard to get job with the uniform departments such as the Fire Department. Hello, chief. this time you are really ought to be booted out. Immigration Department has just increase their quota to 30% for non malay which put your KadazanDusunMurutRunggus to fight with the Chinese, Indians, Sarawakians, Malaysian Philaks and Malaysian Indons for that spot. Next five years, Ohms will also be recruited into that 30% quota. The ink is very much the tertiary issues. See how our Chief thinks, very much out dated. I got three offers for Government vacancies and I never bother to come for the interview. I gave it for my dearest Dayaks to get some job. We are talking about wealth. Who cares if Sir Richard Bronson gets a tattoo if he own an Island.





YBs, we are not as stupid as you think. We are much clever than you have ever thought! We are much capable then you wish. You all would wish us to be death because we can outdo you at anytime. Before we go for that option, we give you another chance to use your brain. Even ostrich and whale have brains. Even if it is tiny, it would help to rather than to use your knee cap. I myself give you an ultimatum of three years. If the Dayaks is still not taken care and our rights are not recognize then I have to say sorry for being rude. You will be thrown out of job and opt to do Tagal fishing once a year as you enjoy your retiring days with your pension money. Your gratuity finished to settle your personal loan.

We move on to the top to continue to fight for our native rights.

It is time for reformation and it suppose to be from the root. Not politic but economy. Come and help me to reform the Dayaks.

Nothing political but more on economy exposure. I believe a good grip in economy means a good grip to the politic. If the Jews can be powerful at the Capitol Hill with no more than seven million Jews in the world why not the Dayaks be powerful within Borneo itself. I never want anything racist but a better Dayak living standard for now. Later, I wish to liberalize them and build them as a progressive communities.

Back to the story of these Penans whom I met. They told me a lot of stories which actually humiliating and really discrediting the Dayaks themselves. But I hope that by being frank and transparent with these stories, the younger Dayak can actually see the wrong doings of the older generation. If we have better proof, never count out the possibilities of accountabilities by this so-called older generation. We are not talking about them being incompetent or ignorance but an act of being a corrupt.

I heard that is why most of the Penans did not afford an identity card and to my shock, Malaysian get their first IC for free unless we lost it or any possible reason. They say they have to pay one of official (let us keep it anonymous since this article behave only as eye opener and shall not be use for any reference or affidavit). They continued by saying that a particular old officer is demanding RM400 per IC as a fee for him to travel to town. Some get it, mostly did not! I told them IC are important document. I rather die without money than without my IC. At least I got to die with honorable funeral. They laughed.

Is it so hard to fulfill what they really want?

They told me more secrets which I will not spill out here. Let it be between me and them. I know their sufferings and I have actually taken a course in my life to actually fight for my Dayak peoples. I have achieved the paramount level of my career and now, I choose income stability (economy is currently down, I opted to work after I read a journal about the future recession after the Olympic Game and I shall resume to business later)and to propel forward the fight for the Dayaks.

I also would like to take this opportunity to say sorry to the Penans for the wrong doings and the bad treatment from my country and also by my Dayak brothers. Maybe this article will actually start something impulsive to assist the Penan within the ordinary people (if we are not graded as peasant or pariah). They are one of the prodigal building block in building a solid foundation to the true liberal and progressive Dayaks.

I pray that the Legal system of Malaysia, all the Honorable Lordships, Agencies and the people to be at least be more sensitive to the need of the Penans. I have no hope for the police and so forth; so-called lacker, incompetent, tax money wasting, you-name-it agencies.

To all the
YB You-Know-Who-You-Are,
please be prudent!

Do not give

"Donno, ya meh?",
"Wa engchai o",
"Wo pu che tau leh",
"Nyai engti boh..hemehhh? Mo konen leh.. tiauuuuu..",
"Apa tek? Sik tauk kamek eh. Menar.. Lilahh.. Sumpah, menar tokkk",
"Nama Utai chak. Amatkah? Apuuuuuuuu, tusah enti baka nya",
"Uih.. Uih.. errr...Am kelik",
"Doi ku pu'an, doi nya'a sikien bih. Tok keh serita muu tih bai?",
"Dbei Tao Nou Agei",
"Nakuro?"

and all those varieties of the same excuse. It is so lame, even nowadays eight years old kid will not accept that kind of excuse. If you cannot afford to take care, just surrender. By the way, who are you, a petty political stake holder like you will not have much chances in winning contract. Do not waste time! I saw YB begging to subcontract my project. The most you will get is the smell of money to buy you over to opposition.

I am fighting. Please no pressure, pleaseeee!!

It is better than to sell you people for Palm Oil project with a tiny RM++,+++. commission. One fart you could finish it.

People are getting smarter very fast dear YBs and so as your political career. Do not be surprise on why out of a sudden the peoples are too smart and daring enough to ask for your head. You are "Amput'ed" by the tree trunk if you can feel it yourself (amput babui-tied piggies in Kayan Language). You are about to get slaughter if you proved to be unworthy. See you at the abattoir, you lame ducks!

Musa Aman, stop your nephews from making mockery of the Dusun from Bingkor. They are having good sweet times spiking innocent girls' drink with 'goodies' and then **you imagine what-refer to the post title**. Rape and reap are two different words, so choose which one to be significantly traceable to the community and the RAKYAT.

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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.