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丘光耀, 你 口干舌燥  言多必失  话多不甜

Far, far more than Zaid Ibrahim’s Malays who he claims, falsely, are ‘generally shy and reticient‘, the Chinese are a remarkable lot. We can take a lot of lies and humiliation that, collectively, we say 吃苦eat bitterness‘. But that man, above, has just crossed the line. Once we are through with him, he won’t be DAP’s Superman super weapon anymore. He’ll be a street dog, licking his own wounds, whimpering for his mother.


Letter from Home

[In translation, excerpted]

Why, yesterday, I think of a letter from you. There were none. Do you take care of yourself? Do you eat? Where are you? Some Malay girl I hope not, for I trust you…

The letter reminds of Du Fu and Li Bai, the great Chinese poets from some 1,600 years ago. Always traveling, far from home on government assignment or war, they never had to deal with those thoughts contained in yesterday’s letter. (Malays didn’t exist then.) Their heartaches were typically the opposite instead — home.

To exorcise those aches, they wrote poetry from the point of view of the wife, child, and so on. Case in point is Li Bai’s ‘Letter from Chang’an‘ (today Xi’an, home of the terracotta warriors), rendered by Ezra Pound in the English as ‘The River Merchant’s Wife: A Letter‘. Another is Du Fu (my translation):

Pounding the Clothes 擣衣

You hadn’t returned from the Front
Cleaning the laundry stone this Fall
The bitter cold months near
My heart aches from us apart
Yet, do I not toil pounding your clothes?
No! He must be at the Great Wall
So let me use all my woman’s strength
That you, my Lord, may hear the sound over the vast

The poetry reads like it was written yesterday with the little hiccup about ‘pounding the clothes’ which is also the title. Women do the washing, either by a stream or on a stone tablet beside the well. Winter clothes especially are thick and heavy so pounding takes out the water, like the act of squeezing or spin dry in a wash machine. While washing, there is time to reflect: what if he doesn’t come home? What of his clothes then? And all that toil for what?

Here, below, 1,600 years later, still pounding clothes.


Clip below, Li Bai thinks of home…and reminds of Chinese Standard 1 classes. Teaching such high-standard poetry to kids is unrivaled and exists nowhere else in the world.

It’s like teaching Shelley, Keats or Wordsworth to the six-year-old, 1000 years late. Even better and superior because we remember them and live by those words.


Anglophiles, from Khoo Kay Kim down, spit regularly at those Chinese class methods, saying they are types of copycat learning that plagiarizes and makes Chinese stupid. Sheridan Mahavera of Malaysian Insider says the Chinese language is an ‘obstacle’ to ‘unity’ (whatever that is). Lisa Ng calls the kids learning Chinese, ‘sick’ and ‘useless’, locked up in Chinese ghettos where they are unable to give road directions to her in English! (They pick on Chinese because, against Malays, none of them would dare say a thing, not even whisper.)

Before it was about Chinese teaching and learning; today it is about giving some Anglophile road directions, about Chinese engineering capability, investment acumen, and the South China Sea (when it is not North Korea).

They malign us without end, and that continues even as Chinese teaching produces the world’s top students at all levels, in all PISA subjects from science and mathematics to the arts, literature and composition, better than Europeans and Americans.

Before it was Charles Lee Kuan Yew and Mahathir Mohamad. Today, at the premier hate-Chinese, Anglophile site Malaysiakini they never cease to spit at us, though we mind our own business. What did we steal from them? Did we try to convert them? What had we done to them?


I had enough of this country I want to leave the next day, go home, but all I can do for now is listen to Sun Lu…



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What is the difference between capitalism and communism? The former is the exploitation of man by man while the latter is the opposite. — Soviet-era joke.


China, looking down…

Village of Pipa, Zunyi, Guizhou.

Jiankou, portion of Great Wall near Beijing (also below).

Winter forest, Xi’an, Shaanxi.

Lake in Nanjing, Fall.

Rapeseed farms, Yunnan, Fall.

Glass-floored walkway in Zhangjiajie, Hunan.

Gobi Desert, Inner Mongolia. (Those are sheep, dummy.)

Shunan bamboo forest, Sichuan.

The Yu Yuan garden, Shanghai, Winter.

Lotus field, Quzhou, Zhejiang.

Five-tier Nanpu Bridge intersection, Shanghai (another below).

Bicycles seized (for blocking roads) then dumped here, Hangzhou, Zhejiang.

Solar farm. Location unstated, probably Guizhou (also below).

Vinegar and soy sauce mill, Zhenjiang, Jiangsu.

The 500-meter Aperture Spherical Radio Telescope, Pingtang, Guizhou (also below).

Fish harvest, Qiandao Lake, Zhejiang.

Taichi practice in Rongan, Guizhou.

Residential suburb, Wuhan, Hubei.

Below Victoria Peak, Hong Kong.

At 348 feet tall (106 meters), memorial to emperors Yan and Huang, Henan.

Jiangcun market, Xixi National Wetland Park, Hangzhou, Zhejiang.


Source, all photos (except the one below): The Atlantic.

Island colony, somewhere in the South China Sea, Spring. (Want to try and take it, RD-rahmat?)


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Waiting for Godot

Image result for waiting for godot

Waiting for…

…end of Parliament,

…the last and final GE.


Fed up of waiting, Chinese troops on their way to colonize Malaysia.




Hallelujah! I’ll save Malaysia…from the Chinese!

Whom the gods would destroy they first make mad. — Spoken by Prometheus in ‘The Masque of Pandora’ by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


Have we lost our passion for souls? …We are about soul-winning. The church must go to (non-Christians). We must be Christ to them. … We must be in the marketplace. — Dennis Ignatius preaching in Penang


Dennis Ignatius wants to know how China will fix GE14?

Well… our possibilities are limitless:

1. We could blow up churches in Penang, as we have done last January in Shanxi.

2. We could turn Malaysia into a colony, as Mahathir Mohamad says we’re doing.

3. No, we’ll turn it into the next province, as Mariam Mokhtar has predicted. (It will be the 24th.)

4. We will enslave Malaysia, as Kadir Jasin has warned, then sell all the Christians as slaves. Steven Gan next then Mariam, in that order. Mahathir, Kit Siang are too old.

5. Or, perhaps we should sell Malaysia, lock, stock and barrel to the highest bidder. Anyone? Azmin Ali? Prince Turki? Donald Trump?

6. We’ll turn Malaysia into a Wahhabi domino, as Dennis had failed to hope for.

7. Or maybe, we could convert, become good Christians, Dennis’s disciples, and join his crusade.

8. No, no. On second thoughts, we will stick the keris up Dennis’s arse, chop off his motherfucking dick then send his body parts to feed the poor pigs in China.


These Anglophile, Christian motherfuckers….


Update: Flower scent for my wife…


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We’ll never be nationals of Eden.


The soul sits alone and waits for a footstep that never comes. — Edith Wharton


葬花吟 A Lament to Flowers for Burial


Thoughts at qingming

When will you come?

It’s been two weeks already and that question is unanswered. Tomorrows are notoriously slippery things. Sometimes you think you know. Then, when the next day comes, the certainty flies out the window into the wind. Tomorrows never always come.

When will you come? I don’t know.

The cliche response of the arrogant, Anglophile type is, I go when I go. But, what the fuck do they know?

Eight years ago — or was it seven? — the same question was answered two months later. There was still two hours to wait, an early spring holiday, when I arrived in …. Passed Chongqing’s tower blocks along the wondrous misty banks of the Chang Jiang (old name Yangtze or Yangzi), physical things, even gargantuan ones, don’t hold your attention when the heart is elsewhere. I wonder what Jian will say to, “Well, I am here…” Her question never stops to ring in the head, that raspy voice, northern in its Mandarin accent, from the other end of the line. We had met not long earlier.

Now, to answer the same question, all past experiences — or is it training? — are useless as guide; they come to nought.

This is, as our sages tell us, inevitable. Our lives pass from moments to moments, week to week, year to year, constantly evolving. We are not, as humans, a fixed person. Characteristics change and so, too, habits. In the process of numerous encounters over time and space with others, one is forever a different person. Learning ceases only at death.


The western metaphysical conception of the same thing is the opposite, that of an immutable, transgressed self, full of sin to begin with, even though such a self was ‘created’ in the image of some god. There was never a god. Jesus had fooled everybody.

Western intellectuals say the process of being human is not acquired from experiences and by trial and error, so that any transgression, no matter how minor and especially against law, is considered a violation of society’s given set of virtues. Western society treat transgressions as it were social happening, and not an individual act. Consequently, they treat violations with wholesale punishments, in the Foucaultian sense, rather than treat them on an individual basis, with understanding and empathy.

People might not be perfectible and this is its very beauty. If perfection was possible, such a person won’t be recognizable. Indoctrinated in Christianity, the West (and their copycat Anglophile admirers in Malaysia) just don’t get it and so ignored the real possibility:

God created Christians in Satan’s image, and they became thus the source of all biblical evil.

The evidence to that? The Christian garden of Eden, source of all imperfections down to the raw genitals of Adam and Eve, and also source of all human divisions between morality and immorality, between good and evil. It explains why Anglophiles (Mahathir, Kit Siang, Ahi Attan, Mariam Mokhtar, Dennis Ignatius, et al) are such virulent anti-Chinese racists: We simply refused their divisions. The more piety they show, the more devoted, the more mendacious they are; this has to happen. No other societies outside Europe and the Middle East had formed and mastered the idea of Purgatory.


At the appointed hour, Jian was dressed in a single piece white skirt, flared from waist down to the knees. I think of her as very pretty, not just in the word’s physical, common sense meaning but in the exuberance of a youth untainted by an outside world, especially an old world of western, Christian strictures. She is, in more ways than one, not just symbolic of China but, in representing it, tells me what it is to live in the freest country in the world.

A decade later, I still believe it: China is the world’s most democratic country in substance though not in form.

Six days later, I took the train from its station in the city’s outskirt. “When will you come again?” I lowered my head and ignored the question. As if in revenge for that, she said, “I won’t send you to the station.” She’s got weak knees for farewells, she said. Few things lament a parting more than seeing the back of a train. Those are her words, and she is not even a linguist or a university teacher.

Over the years I have come to appreciate words that visualize imagery than merely convey information or describe. This is a testament to the succulent quality of the Chinese language, hanyu, so deeply influenced and sustained by its linguistic culture, national history, literature, and by, above all, ordinary people who so often peppered their conversations and styles in proverbs and metaphors.

Yet, in Malaysia, Anglophiles the like of Lisa Ng, Petra Kamarudin and Annie’s Assholes spitting at our language, thinking a big deal of the English as if it is the measure of intellectual prowess.

I will probably return to her after the qingming. No, not probably. I must, if only for a few days.

Language is, as they say, ‘the stuff’ of culture. One carries the other. Cobbled by Anglophiles from the west, then disable by the strictures of Arab religious life, Malaysia never had much of a culture; as soul-less as is Singapore ruled by the PAP. To build it, or rebuild it as the case may be, language must be revitalized, the Chinese language especially.


花落人亡两不知! 花落人亡两不知


How many times have we, more than necessary, let him get away lying just because we’d remember that he was going to die and didn’t know it. — Adapted with apologies from Clarice Lispector.

The sources of the tyrant Liberal

Is Pakatan liberal or illiberal?

In Pakatan, it appears, are all the fonts of liberalism: the forms of democratic processes, ethnic minority empowerment, equality, human rights, and so on. Of course, mere proclamations don’t make a liberal. Najib Razak say the same things but doesn’t pretend to be liberal. Mahathir Mohamad is, on point of fact, a bigoted fascist tyrant but today whisper sweet nothings for cutting back Malay state power and more speech freedom.

So, is Pakatan liberal or illiberal?

The short answer is, it is both because, being liberal, makes it tyrannical. The long answer follows.

One of the first municipal acts upon DAP taking Penang was to circumscribe the lottery business. Through licensing it restricted how and when such shops operate. Lim Guan Eng even went online to talk of lottery’s morality. His performance was one small part propaganda, with the remainder being a justification, borrowed from the Christian west about gambling done to social harm, yada, yada, as if the Chinese would come out in open revolt against his decision. A similar process went on in Pakatan’s Selangor legislative assembly. There, liquor sales became an issue of contention. Their arguments centered not on the morality of drinking but where liquor could be sold, a 7-Eleven shop for example, so that the end result was the same. Restriction.

In both cases, Pakatan cheerleaders (Hannah Yeoh, Charles Santiago) would marinate the arguments with the cliche: “We rather do the unpopular thing but the right one.” They could have said, unpopular because the values in those edicts are foreign, illiberal and un-human. Their liberal orthodoxy are simply not our values, and Penang and Selangor represented the beginnings of their fatwa rule. (PAS Kelantan had preceded them.)

Now, consider the situation on American campuses where ideas and thoughts opposed to liberal orthodoxy are systematically eradicated. This is the same orthodoxy held by nearly all the politicians in Pakatan, including Mahathir Mohamad today. In western universities

…a hyper-liberal ideology has developed that aims to purge society of any trace of other views of the world. If a regime of censorship prevails in universities, it is because they have become vehicles for this project. When students from China study in Western countries one of the lessons they learn is that the enforcement of intellectual orthodoxy does not require an authoritarian gov­ernment. In institutions that proclaim their commitment to critical inquiry, censorship is most effective when it is self-imposed. A defining feature of tyranny, the policing of opinion is now established practice in societies that believe themselves to be freer than they have ever been. (Emphasis added.)

That the western liberal Press should be astonished by this turn of events is no thanks to their own hypocrisy, double standards, and contradictions. Liberal politics have their roots in Christian traditions. In, for example, love thy neighbor as thyself, the maxim evolved into the equality principle. That we have priorities is one of the most human things of all for love to have any worth, these priorities are not an issue of bad vs good. But, because that standard is humanly and voluntarily impossible, it had to be shoved down the throats of objectors. (This is why liberalism never took root in Chinese and other Confucian societies.)

Here, to further press the point above, is Karl Marx whose Marxism underpin the foundations of the liberal left. Marx had no truck for anything that isn’t white and western, terming Indian villages as repositories of “undignified, stagnatory and vegetative life”. In other words, inferior to British sheep farms:

[W]e must not forget that these idyllic village communities, inoffensive though they may appear, had always been the solid foundation of Oriental despotism, that they restrained the human mind within the smallest possible compass, making it the unresisting tool of superstition, enslaving it within traditional rules . . . . England, it is true, in causing a social revolution in Hindostan, was actuated by only the vilest interests, and was stupid in her manner of enforcing them. But that is not the question. The question is, can mankind fulfil its destiny without a fundamental revolution in the social state of Asia? If not, whatever may have been the crimes of England, she was the unconscious tool of history in bringing about that revolution. (‘The British Rule in India’, New-York Daily Tribune, June 10, 1853)

That Marx should attack the Indian village is already a precursor to the illiberality of the liberal, who, 150 years ago, had already sees themselves as superior. Today, it is political incorrect to cast aspersions on another culture. But something else from Marx survived: liberalism.

Its flip side, “Oriental despotism” is founded in the kampung thus, these crucibles of backward thinking such as “superstition”. To be liberal then is to be progressive, to be progressive is to be urbane and cosmopolitan, to be urbane is to thrive in modern city ideas, to have gone through American and Australian education, hence to speak English, and to be Anglophile.

In Malaysian political terms, to be liberal is to be a Pakatoon, one who is smart, unlike those Felda village idiots, and also clever enough to see through the facade of Barisan Nasional/Umno for its ‘evil’.

From where had the political word or idea contained in the word ‘evil’ come? What is its root source? Why? How? These are asked because, search as you may the cultures far away from Europe and the Middle East, you won’t find a similar concept in which religious condemnation (that is, cursing through god) and politics are fitted like gloves to hand.

In On Liberty, John Stuart Mill, with typical self-righteous western smugness, regarded liberalism as a new religion, indeed “a better religion than any of those that are ordinarily called by that title.

Contained in the political word ‘Liberal’, thus, are the elements sourced from Christianity (Mills will know only Christianity, as better than say Hinduism), Marxian sociology and, above all, religion cursing. All of which don’t seem to square with the backroom, almost unconscious or unwritten notions that liberalism is inherently ‘good’ and liberating as opposed to being oppressive.

But, here is the point: it doesn’t have to.

To understand this, consider the Daoist explanation: the tall and the short define each other, high and low make each other, front and back follow one another. In Chinese:


This truism — that no thing, not even an objective thing such as a tree or stone, stands alone existing and independent to itself — means that to call Umno/Barisan evil, the caller (the person calling) must be good. Here, you fall into your own trap: prove it! This is because, once you go down this road, you are littered with the opposites of your concepts and ideas, terms of your own making. The religious sense of it is this: the person, as it is with the Christian god, is the unity of all things; we embody both good and evil.

In Chinese society, therefore, we are deeply reluctant to make condemnations, especially moral condemnation. North Korea is not an evil nation; Kim Jung-Un is not a tyrant, he is what he is, China’s brother, entitled to his own way and, if we disagree, we can only quietly say why and not punish or threaten. Take that premise you can see why Chinese societies, as with many East Asian societies (whether Buddhist or Confucian), once freed of the strictures of western, Abrahamic morality are the world’s freest.

The Liberal, on the other hand, makes those morality judgments. It is inevitable of them, so that Francis Fukuyama, in writing on The End of History and The Last Man (1992) has no qualms boasting about liberalism as being the last stage of the human evolution. Today, everybody laughs him out of the door. He sees humanity purely on linear terms, each epoch in moral conflict; we, on the other hand, see circularity — and no morality.

Stated in those terms, Pakatan’s accusation of an evil BN/Umno government brags, in the inverse, that it itself is good and righteous. Easily, very easily, it will become the tyrant it eschews.

For evidence to that possibility, look at Mahathir, one day fascist bigot, next day liberal, who wants to preserve democracy, who wants to return political rights to the citizenry he had previously whittled away. He is supposedly the converted man, today going along on the morality themes of sovereign sanctity, irreligious conduct, truths, and the future good. This isn’t just hypocrisy; it is an inevitability in the western and religious-centric way of thinking.

But, here is the catch in Pakatan’s tactic: once it establishes itself in power, who or what is there left to call them out? All opposition had been eliminated. Who is left standing to say Pakatan is the immoral, incompetent, corrupt government because the other, diametrically opposing part of the Malaysian polity — BN/Umno —  is, after all, the Evil vanquished. In the future, BN/Umno has no moral standing left.

But, can you see the origins of tyranny?

Political tyranny begins with the tyranny of thought. And few things are more insidious and corrupting than thought itself. Thought corrupted is invasive. See, for example, how it appears in countless fora: Malaysiakini, most prominently, and to various degrees in, for example, Annie’s blog. There their lynch mobs shout down others and tell them to shut up. On their receiving end are Kua Kia Soong, #undirosak proponents and Sangeet Kaur who have risen to challenge their premises, calling out on their self-gratuitous arguments.

As in American campuses, cited in the John Gray article, Pakatan liberalism attempts to “purge society of any trace of other views of the world”. This explains why Pakatan programs are less about how best to govern than how best to eradicate the other side — the enemy.

Control in all its forms does not require an authoritarian gov­ernment. Censorship best happens, and most readily when is self-imposed. Censorship becomes, as Gray argued, ‘established practice’. Where and how liquor and lotteries are just primers, little teasers, in Pakatan governance because when political control is total, it has no need to suggest innovations in governance. Innovation is the new normal.

Thus begins the birth of the conditions for totalitarianism, producing a situation far worse than ‘1984‘. In this situation there is no need for an enemy. The enemy is self-identified and is exposed the moment you speak up so that, with all already converted to the liberal cause, only good things need to be thought and said of Pakatan. (This is what’s happening to PSM and Sangeet Kaur, condemned on the ground that if you are not with us, how can you be for righteousness? Even the Good, i.e. those on Pakatan’s side, easily become the complicit of Evil.)

With missionary zeal, the Pakatan crusade against Evil has turned into the only acceptable standard, a standard flaunted in public discourse by useful idiot-Anglophiles (Nathaniel Tan, James Chai), these smug, self-righteous men in their bourgeois careerism but who know nuts about what are thought crimes (which Pakatan stands guilty as charged), much less Foucaultian sources and origins of power and control.

Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent.


Postscript: Here is that piece of banana, incapable of even writing his mother’s name in hanzi, schooled in London, English law at that, with a set of white man’s brains and a value system to boot, trying to tell us what it is to be Chinese. What a motherfucker! Bah…



Qingming in Nanjing


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This, Our Han Family

We are back together

On a nation the world doesn’t attempt to understand, treats as pariah and criminal then spits at her, but who has and will remain our eternal brothers and sisters. When together we are so happy.


Related Article of Interest

Letters from my Father in Prison


Excerpted from Crime Reads; by Tyler Wetherall

The letters came every week at first. I hid them from my friends so they wouldn’t find out. I imagined leaving one where someone might find it and then they would know my secret. This secret felt weighty and adult, grander than the adolescent worries around me. I was sure the other girls at school didn’t have fathers in prison.

Dad was arrested in February 1996 after Scotland Yard followed me on my 12th birthday to the Caribbean island of Saint Lucia where he was in hiding. He was transferred to the county jail in San Francisco, an entire continent and the Atlantic Ocean away from where we lived in England with our mother. International calls were expensive, and there were only two phones in Dad’s unit, so we wrote instead.

These letters were our lifeline.

But I’m not writing a book about prison. I’m writing a book about a father and a daughter and growing up to accept your parents as mistake-making people and loving them all the same. I stop writing down the details and listen instead. Here is the voice of my dad as I heard it during my teenage years; the voice of a man in his fifties whose past had finally caught up to him after a decade of running from it. A man who had made millions smuggling marijuana, fallen in love, had a family he adored, and lost it all. Through these letters I might get closer to that man, in that moment, not the father I know now.


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Glorious Spring

China spring on qingming 清明


Azalea forest in Bijie, Guizhou.


Qingming parade, Kaifeng, Henan. Kaifeng was a Song era capital.


Tea leaf harvest, Gaofeng village, Pingli county, Shaanxi. Leaves are for the mingqian tea and sweet tea dumplings, colored green. Below, school girls and boys are a part of a school tour of Meitan county, Zunyi, Guizhou, to learn tea leaf picking.



Cherry blossom in East Lake, Wuhan, provincial capital of Hubei. Below, more cherry blossom in Daguan Park in Nanchuan, Chongqing.



Fengyan terraces of Xuanwuo, Hanyin county, Shaanxi.


Spring flowers in a Chengdu garden, Sichuan.


Rare panda specie — it is brown, not black — photographed with infrared-red camera in Changqing Nature Reserve, Yangxian county, Shaanxi.


Amid plots of yellow cole flowers (below), a guqin concert is held in Qiantan village, Jiande, Zhejiang.



More cole flowers. They bloom at the same time, the one immediately above in Rugao, Jiangsu.


Fashion week in Beijing. Creations by Xie Jiaqi.


A parade runs through the Dong village of Qiandongnan, Guizhou, prior to the start of a wrestling competition, below. Those guys know fun.



Daming Lake in Jinan at night, Shandong.


A qingming burial ceremony for the remains of 20 Chinese soldiers killed during the 1950-53 Korean war. The remains were returned by South Korea, arriving in Shenyang, Liaoning, March 29, 2018. We will remember.



Qingming 1,000 years ago, captured in the above segment of an almost 20 feet long Song era scroll painting titled 清明上河圖 (Qingming Along the River) by the artist Zhang Zeduan, 1085–1145. The scene location is a river bank in Kaifeng mentioned in the second photo from the top. Animated digital version below.


地铁 Iron Road Malaysia


Rolling stock produced by China Railway Rolling Stock Corporation (CRRC) in a 50-acre complex in Batu Gajah, Perak. Begun operations in October 2015, this is the first rolling stock manufacture outside my China; Malaysia used to import these things. Production capacity 200 carriages a year.

Some 84 percent of staff and 95 percent technicians are Malaysians (Malaiyoos only?). Eat your heart out, Old Horse 老马。As Annie might say, ‘Happy?‘ We say, ‘Fuck you.’

And, yes, we are going to colonize this sweaty mosquito country where no spring flowers bloom and people live in coconut shells. We are going to bring culture to you, Old Horse. Try stopping us….


Peking Man Malaysia


Peking Man in Malaysia‘ exhibition kicked off on March 29, 2018, in Kuala Lumpur. The exhibition is supplied by Zhoukoudian heritage site where the fossils were unearthed.

But look at that fellow with a near identical skull specimen. The woman talking to him is an archaeologist. But expect him to understand? His head could be in the wrong place (should be below).



Non-qingming update

(minus Mariam yada, yada)

Malaysiakini on another promotion round….


The one above, named Michelle something, is one more Christian Anglophile member for the DAP tribe, yet more Yeo Bee Yin type (they are mold-produced in the Church factory) then primed for the season by Tony Pua, marketed by Steven Gan. That Steven fella has the nerve to say Mkini is independent. These Christian motherfuckers… Ptui!

And that Koh Jun Lin, another Mkini willing and stupid idiot. Political awakening, did you say? What the fuck is that? Before that was what? Non-political slumber? Malaysian journalist stupidity has no limit to its depths. Go get another job, boy, a real, work-job. Try selling nasi lemak.

As for Michelle, why don’t you sit in a corner — you know the desk beside the toilet? — and lick stamps for Gobind. He has lots of letters to send clients. That way, Michelle, you will useful, serving society.


Below are lyrics to the song clip. It’s not too late to learn Chinese on your free nights and days off, Michelle, you might even become a Queen’s Counsel. Start simple and easy; it’s like a nursery rhyme, you may even like it, Anglophile:






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“Najib, Ku Nan and the PRC are demolishing KL’s heritage”

O… Mariam


Mariam’s Truth

Mariam via Malaysiakini (emphasis added)

Companies from the People’s Republic of China (PRC) are destroying Malaysian heritage, with the collusion of Tengku Adnan Mansor (KuNan), the Federal Territories Minister, and the PM, Najib Abdul Razak.

Many MPs have questioned why Malaysia is being sold for a song, by these two men.

Forest City, in the south, Johor, and large tracts of land around Kuantan have been sold to the PRC. Malay reserve land in Lumut has been sold to The Vale, a Brazilian company


  • Destroying?
  • Heritage?
  • Collusion?
  • Many MPs? (Yes, of course, 2+2=5. Five is many, two is few.)
  • Sold? (Land is now a federal business?)
  • Forest City is land? (Najib doesn’t sell the sea anymore?)
  • For a song? (How about for a penny? Good songs are expensive, no?)
  • Malay reserve sold to Brazilian company? (Is that Brazil thing a typo? Shouldn’t it be Chinese?)


Mariam, O Mariam

Here’s a song for Mariam…and it’s for free.


O Mariam

This (below), too, is for Mariam. And Steven Gan of course. 2+2 = 5. Stupid. It’s called relative maths. Enjoy:



Breaking News Update

Malaysiakini loses Monopoly on Truth: Cries foul


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