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Title reads in English: 1MDB Audit Report


This is the main part of the message from P D:

Thank you SO much for sharing this information! I’m working on translating some 1MDB papers and this is proving incredibly helpful. Would you have any of the other chapters available in English to read, so as to get a more complete overview of the audit?



Short answer, No.

Nor, so it appears, anybody else. Sarawak Report (SR), which should be accessible from your side, has the the entire report (above) by Malaysia’s Jabatan Audit Negara (National Audit Department) in its original Malay. (Note that the Audit Report is classified Confidential — ‘Rahsia’ in Malay — so that possession of it is liable to criminal prosecution — in Malaysia.) SR had promised (promises, promises, promises…) to translate the whole thing but looks like Clare Brown hadn’t gone round to it. Or, had given up.

Here is a suggestion: go to SR. Download the Report’s eight chapters, copy then paste them on Google Translate. That way, you at least get a gist of what’s in those Malay papers.

This reply is also made public in the hope that some reader might have the English translations of the Department’s report or part thereof. If so, kindly assist and point us to them, online of course. For that purpose, the Comments section has been activated: naturally, the origin source of your information will be kept confidential.

For those in Malaysia, SR’s mirror site is: http://ec2-52-77-145-248.ap-southeast-1.compute.amazonaws.com/

Hope this helps.


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中港同胞:春节来了! 祝您们…












大洗呀  妹妹加油!




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Dear Mahathir, enclosed herewith MY IC

Resisting the IC


This is a time for resistance. (Fact: it always was.)

Upon the inauguration of Donald Trump by Chiwan Choi, Chinese, resident in Los Angeles where he writes poetry and publishes.


If I absolutely have to visit the United States, I prefer to go in the queue for a regular visa with others. I’m no longer part of the society, not even as a resident.

Wole Soyinka, today 82, Nigerian, first African to receive the Nobel Literature prize. Soon, he will destroy his American permanent residency card: “I don’t have strong enough fingers to tear (it) up.”


Resist. Destroy the Green Card?


Wishing me a pleasant, smooth return to Malaysia, Jian remarked that I was going to laojia. That struck me: Strange, I never thought of it that way. Laojia? ‘Birth home‘ in Malaysia? Even in a technical sense she was mistaken. Back in Malaysia I remember the early years as a child when Mahathir ruled and how the adults and the neighbors used to warn: ‘Be quiet, say nothing, or they’ll take the IC‘.

Just the threat of taking the IC exposes the Chinese citizen and residency to the mercy of the Malays, specifically Umno and Mahathir Mohamad. Forfeiture is punishment for not bowing to the Malaiyoo and Mahathir.

When Mahathir qualified his remarks over Forest City and China, he said he wasn’t against the Chinese. Who said why that should be a problem? He never gets it, these bodoh Malays.

Not against the Chinese‘ is characteristic of Mahathir and his (ex) Umno sycophants: our existence is at their pleasure. If Mahathir isn’t happy with the Chinese, he’s entitled to abuse us of the fact as if, live or die, our lives depended on his approval. Today it’s Bersatu as well, Umno by another name. Our IC merely signifies an official existence, nothing real, a number in the electoral rolls, and therefore entirely dependent on the whim of the Malay fucker from Kerala by the name of Mahathir Mohamad.

Before or now, he never saw the Chinese as humans, not even as immigrants, but as some political creature like he is. Understand this and one understands why he went from economic development to Forest City to China to immigrant colony to citizenship and voting. Wanting to fix up Najib Razak so bad, Forest City became an opportunity to hit out at his two great prejudices simultaneously in a single strike.

If Malaysia is to be saved, then it has to be saved from Mahathir, for never has the country known a Satan more evil than he. If the Malays won’t do it, then the task is left to the Chinese alone, and we will. (Forget about the DAP.) To demolish him completely — because he hasn’t changed one bit — we now have to consider letting Najib go. The money is nothing: I had learned that from China.


U-Tun Mahathir: apologizes to the Chinese without being sorry. Impressive U-Tun….


Here’s the IC…

How many times in Parliament and outside have Mahathir and his Umno minions, now Bersatu, threatened to take back the IC?

Well, I think, it’s time to ‘return’ it. The only question left to answer is, when and where. Perhaps at the Malaysian embassy in Beijing. Or perhaps during the general elections.

You want back the IC, Mahathir? It’s yours? We stole it? There’s really no need to beat your chest over it, or demand and threaten, I’ll deliver it to you in person. I’ll burn it, put the ashes into a jar then bring them to you with this thank you note written in red:

Dr Mahathir, please bury this at your mama’s tombstone and, there, fuck yourself.



At Mahathir’s instigation, Malaiyoos ransacked and burned Chinese (above) so those ICs would be pointless. Now, we burn our ICs and sent the ashes to him.


Mahathir Dead Kicking


Mahathir delivers a kick, even when fried dead. Notice, that piece of Maha chicken shit is ball-less, his Kerala prick gone, hollowed out from his ass onward.


Ma Yuteng’s Death Masturbate



Najib’s Word in 2011


Lao Ma, Ma Yuteng, Na Jikor: It’s in the Malay DNA, lying, backstabbing, thieving, barbarous…. These Malaiyoos (below), “oh, so sweet,” according to Wong Chen of PKR; oh, so “tolerant”, according to Mahathir Mohamad; oh, so “gentle,” according to Kadir Jasin; oh, so “dignified”, according to Najib Razak.


Lady Racist Annie: Ini Cina Punya

In the above clip, Annie of the Valley — the same Annie who thinks Malays are the greatest thing to happen to Malaysia, a “patient, kind” race, according to her — had to feign surprise about the barbarity in her stock of people, those Malays without culture, without refinement, but so full of Allah. From Annie:

“Ini Cina punya geng ka Datuk?” I inquired further.

“Tak da  la. Ini Melayu punya geng…,” he said. My friend also said the gang leader was involved in a murder case in 2003….

Notice ‘ini Cina punya geng’: Annie begins by assuming that people who beat up the weak and defenseless are Chinese. Never Malays. You see, to her, Chinese are bad because they are pendatangs whereas Malays are “so sweet”, so patriotic.

In Malaysia, people judge and are in turn judged by IC, by race (for example, by Annie and her Asshole readers) not by the content of individual character. Hence, Annie’s reaction — ini Cina punya — and Kadir Jasin’s reaction to 1MDB, where Najib Razak led the thieving only because he kept a Chinese, Jho Low, as mastermind confidant.

Mahathir would turn the Malaysian IC into an instrument of oppression against common people, Chinese and Malay and Indian as well as made it a political tool (Sabah, Project IC or project M).

From Mahathir on, Umno’s political culture not just ensured all of that which happened in the clip but more: Tanah Melayu is only Malay, so the Malay can do anything, including murder and steal; Malays are sons of the soils, everybody else is a worm and Malays are entitled to step on worms, particularly a Bangla or Nepali or Indian; Malaiyoos are ketuanan and so the police are turned into hired-hand killers and political street thugs, something done not once, not twice, but everyday. Nobody needs to be hanged for murder.

So, why is Melayu barbarity a surprise, Annie? ‘Cina punya geng’ is it? Want to bring on your ‘Melayu punya geng’ and take on the Chinese (below)? Let that great patriotic Malaiyoo know, that motherfucker Kadir Jasin: We’ll get here. Then we’ll see what your ‘Melayu geng’ is made of: ‘So sweet,’ is it. Beating, bullying the weak: Malays are so good at that.


The Return of the Mings


We are on the way. We’ll come by sea, by air, by horse, by carrier, we’ll march, and we’ll get here. We have trained. We are disciplined. We’re ready. Mao yeye, give us the order!




An after thought: China, my Beautiful…

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But, Chinese are against Mahathir…


Mahathir Mohamad says he is ‘not against’ the Chinese.


So good of you, Mahathir. Well, are we suppose to thank you for your magnanimity? You might be for us or against us. But, do you think we give a shit for what you feel or think? Against or not against us, we, the Chinese in Malaysia and in China, are against you. Live with it, boy.

And fuck you.

Fig. 5. Tun Dr Mahathir Mohamad’s quote 

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A Year of Living Dangerous




Jian phoned the other day, crying that if only she had kept her wish to kill herself. Things had been going badly — misfortunes tend to arrive in buckets — so her remarks are simply the restatement of a long-held desire. It is also not a threat, for I had seen her thrice at the edge of death, slicing her wrist with a butcher’s knife, downing a bottle of pesticide and tilting from the ledge of a fifth floor kitchen window.

Just two days earlier, a weekend, we were standing with our backs against the sun, trying to keep warm in a freezing park. Few things in this northern Chinese weather can be worse than this bone chilling cold. “Do you know,” she says suddenly, “chunjie is just fifty days away.”

I didn’t know. She, on the other hand, keeps tab of such things.

“You should go back to Malai-zi and see your Ma? How long has it been? Two years?” It is how they, in China, pronounce the name of this asshole country otherwise known as Malaysia.

“And you?”

Laojia.” She meant her birthplace and family home.

“Why don’t you come along. No visa now.”


“Yes, from this year on; just your passport.”

“It’s too hot.” This is an excuse, of course, which in the hanyu is known as jiekou 借口. Literally, it means ‘a mouth borrowed’ so that the truth of the matter actually sits in her own tongue and lies in her heart and which is this: No Chinese — not one yellow skin out of 1.3 billion — gives a shit for Malai-zi.

It is just a shit hole Malay country run by a gang of thieves and fraudsters who call themselves Umno and like to believe they come from some big deal land that China’s Chinese will hanker after, like so many Banglas and Indons do. If a single Chinese out of 700,000 is willing to exchange his Chinese identity card for Malaysia’s I will give up mine, along with passport, the same minute.

(China, like Malaysia, forbids and makes illegal the holding of dual citizenship. Old Horse Mahathir the Motherfucker had never like the Chinese anyway; so, a wild, stupid claim won’t hurt his anti-Najib, Umno/Bersatu style political campaign. As Umno boss, he had made not dissimilar accusations against local Chinese, mostly it is that they are unpatriotic. Count me in as another disloyal pendatang as well: I owe Malaysia nothing, not even its ugly passport and which I’d be happy to pee on.)

“It’s too cold here,” I replied. “Anyway it’s just for a few days. After Malaysia, we could go together to your laojia.”

My own work all sewn up I have a whole month free and which is well into after the Spring new year. We won’t be spending time in Hong Kong after all.

There is no heating in our bedroom, so I drew apart the curtains to let in the sun. Seven hours to go before she flies alone to Zhejiang to see Yuen-Yuen and try pull in some new modelling assignment for the Spring season. In the meantime… there’s the same old thing to tend to: Money.

She plainly refused to accept anything from me so we spent the night before quarreling over intents and purposes. Without at least 5,000 ringgit (10,000 yuan) for the lunar new year, she won’t have anything to go home with. People tended to pontificate about the virtue of being just home — as if nothing else is more important than the being of a person. If only this were true, life would be a breeze.

Jian shall be back soon and I can’t wait to wrap my arms around her and say, “You won’t die, not without my permission.”


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Fight 4 Country, Meet Bersih Girl!


Bersih 4‘s successor is Bersih 5 (above)

Fight 4 country = See girl. Fight for country, meet a true beauty and true fighter. (No silat required. What a bunch of Umno kampung monkeys.)


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The Origin of Species

When the bandage is taken out to be replaced, 简安‘s face looks bloated around the upper cheeks. One ear was so heavily padded the cotton protruded from its drum like a gremlin extension. Tiny slices of tissues from it had been sewn into the bridge of her nose which on a WeChat (微信) photo appears with a Band Aid. Around her eyes, they are still reddish three days after the incisions to create the effect commonly called double eyelid. Her lips have darkened somewhat.

Humans change what Nature is slow to do. Primate species, or any species, is not fixed for eternity. If specie change is inevitable, then there is no sanctity in the Origin of Species (Charles Darwin). The appearance — hence, deception — of immutability arises only because genetic and physical changes move at geologic pace, therefore invisible to the unaided human eye. This deception prove that the Allah of the Arabs and Jesus of the Jews were simultaneously fallible and mortal — the perfect human qualities that superstitious Malaiyoos and Malaysian Anglophiles still ascribe to their imported gods. In this age, voodoo beliefs still thrive in PAS and Hannah Yeoh and Elizabeth Wong and the Prime Minister’s Office and in the blog pages of Syed Akbar Ali and Kadir Jasin and Annie of the Valley.

The pain, as 简安 describes it, is like prolonged needle pricks. “Each time there is pain, I think of it as the cost of beauty.” Tomorrow, I shall wire to her five thousand yuan. The hospital has a seven-payment installment plan. But, if the surgery has turned out all right, could we settle earlier than planned? It is a thought.

Daily injections against bacteria infection are necessary. Then there is something left to be done about her teeth. I have no idea what that is. Post-surgery, there is an eight-to-ten day waiting period. I have no hopes how 简安 should look like when the bandages are removed after that. “I will look prettier,” she replies over WeChat video. “You want that, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I said without conviction but enough for the worries to slip through the voice.

“Don’t worry, Love. It is like home renovation.”

Which is true, of course: the old is stripped off, the new is installed. Where no installation is possible, it’s patched up. 简安 made the analogy only because I had watched her house in the pine and cypress forests of Sichuan patched up in that fashion.

I had made only a mild, unconvincing effort to dissuade the surgery. If appearances are, however, important to her life and her stage career, who am I to say ‘no’. “But, I can’t be there, with you. At the hospital,” I said. I reminded her: there was no possibility to leave __ City for another two weeks at least.

“I am not a child,” she protested at the thought of further delays because of my schedule. In that way, the renovation of 简安 was launched — without me. Still, there’s nothing to it; these days we have WeChat.



Something went terribly wrong from the Origin of that man’s species, above: his skin darker than the color of coffee, his nose is snubbed, the mouth of a drill monkey (below), the ears are oversized, more elongated than a wild pig’s. It ain’t his father’s fault nor the mother’s. It could be the buffoon genetics in him or possibly — look at those lips! — the arse of a buffoon. But, there is nothing slight human intervention can’t correct.


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