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Teenage Love 10: Interracial Teen Couples

Once again, young love has affected the lives of all teenagers, but this time, it's also
affecting the lives of all young interracial young lovebirds. All types of interracial
relationships have been active since the ending of the 1960s and when all of the schools
and other places have been integrated. It seems that two young people (a teen boy and a
teen girl) would rather date someone outside their race than dating the other that's
within the same race, that includes African American and white teen boys and girls. Like,
for when a black teen boy were to get into a real relationship with a teen white/Caucasian
girl, a teen Asian girl (Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Taiwanese, Vietnamese, Malaysian,
Thai, or Filipino), a teen Hispanic girl, or a teen Middle Eastern girl, that would be
great for him. And if a black teen girl were to get into a real relationship with a teen
white/Caucasian boy, a teen Asian boy (Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Taiwanese, Vietnamese,
Malaysian, Thai, or Filipino), a teen Hispanic boy, or a teen Middle Eastern boy, then
that's great for her, too. What love is trying to do to all teenage lovebirds, including
all interracial teen couples, is to have made them happy, especially when they're around
each other.And what this type of young love is also doing is promoting interracial love
around the entire American nation, including Massachusetts, Texas, Alabama, and
California. Interracial relationships among all teenagers are increasing in not just the
United States of America, but the whole world, as well. It also seems to everyone that
both lovebirds of different races will never stop loving each other, not even before the
year 2019. But then, interracial relationships among all teenagers do have a good impact
on then. Their parents (the mothers and the fathers of all different races) should be very
happy for their teen sons and teen daughters, especially when they know that their teens
are in love with each other. And if love among all teenagers continues to grow and grow
without stopping and that all interracial relationships were to increase, even before and
after the year 2020, this is going to be the greatest thing that has ever happened to all
teenage lovebirds nationwide.

Copyright © Brashard Bursey | Year Posted 2011

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Asian Princess

An Asian girl is a beautiful princess in her own right. She's the crown jewel in the lives of all American guys, even me. Even though this awesome Asian girl doesn't have a crown on her head, she's still a princess in my eyes. It seems to me that she's the type of girl that I really want to be with, especially when we're going to get into a serious relationship in the near future. Whether she's either Chinese, Japanese, Taiwanese, Korean, Thai, Filipino, Indonesian, or Malaysian, I still want to be with her. When I tend to look at her eyes, they look like a pair of black diamonds. And when I see her beautiful face, it's like looking at the face of an attractive angel. Her hair is so soft and smooth, it's like holding a silky cloth made entirely out of silkworms, especially when they're known for making good cloths. If only this Asian girl knew that I had so much love for her. And if I see this beautiful Asian princess (Chinese, Japanese, Taiwanese, Filipino, Indonesian, Korean, Vietnamese, Thai, or Malaysian), I'd express my love for her. I hope fate will bring us together soon.

Copyright © Brashard Bursey | Year Posted 2011

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I can remember her face in my dream.
Her feature is somewhat brave, prominent jaw line and thick brows but pretty.
She’s taller than me; her face was so vivid in my dream.
Built is bigger though not fat, just big.
I can almost paint her if I just know how.

The woman I married in my dream.
She was wearing maroon floral long blouse or something Malaysian like. 
But with hijab, wow what a wonderful dream!
She’s submissive and positivist. 
Too opposite with her features
That she just took my reprimands, lightly.
She's so clear to me.

I am feeling she exists. 
I just don't know from what era or where.
But in my dream, it was her who went to me for a marriage.
And that I've been waiting.
Indeed weird!

She was walking in a foot bridge coming to me.
She is with a guy, probably her brother or cousin.
But not seem to be her dad though.
Oh my wife in a dream!
But I forgot when I was dreaming!

I just knew that she's Tausug because we both speak in Sinug.
But grew up and raised somewhere here.
I do hope I find her. That’s it.
But some of my dreams come true.
Good luck to me!

 This is a story of someone’s dream named FS and shared to me.

Copyright © Neldy Jolo | Year Posted 2014

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This is a tragedy
A tragic in the history
MH a Malaysian Hospitality
Ended in a catastrophe
Another date of unhappy

July 17 you flew from Amsterdam
MH 17 you are proud flying no harm
Boeing 777 is your airplane
You are shot down in Ukraine
That’s in the Russian border
In the conflict zone it happen

Malaysians are shock
Everyone felt struck
And we mourn the attack
Crying your luck

Your destiny hack
Before MH370 is back
You come with a shock
Suppose Kuala Lumpur is your last track

Kota Kinabalu (18 July)

Copyright © Neldy Jolo | Year Posted 2014

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I woke watching television news
The jet plane is soaring high note
Operation Sulu is launched forth
Until the intruders to get out
Malaysia always chose to peace
Come and let us all save peace

Philippines is wanting peace
For Sulu Archipelago is its part to ease
Sulu Royal Army chose to enter because of peace
They call homeland in the book pages 
They decide to stay and die never ended
Many see this is not a good choice
But for them this is a pride to hold and take
Come and let us all save peace

For Malaysia also has to protect its state
Its sovereignty whether lives at stake
It has chosen the space to negotiate
And has given the time to withdraw in peace 
But the “intruders” is hard to take the leave
Come and let us all save peace

Many children cried
Much wives shed tears
Every Mothers weep
Their love ones died but with pride
Our prayers to put ahead their faith
Come and let us all save peace

The eyes of the world where are you?
The humanitarian aid you have to do
Don’t you see the lives are here waiting?
The civilians need your helping
Do not wait until the time lapse to nothing
Come and let us all save peace and do something.

Come and let us all save peace
Take part and let us all save peace
Pray and let us all save peace
Where are you peace activists?
Come and let us all save peace
Let us all save peace!

This is the day that Malaysian Forces conducted “Ops Sulu” to drive the group from Sulu that recently entered Tandu’, Lahad Datu, Sabah. 12:41PM, 5th March 2013, Bandar Sandakan, Sabah, Malaysia. 

Please Print and Distribute to Save Peace. Thank you
Get the copy here: http://www.academia.edu/2904281/LET_US_ALL_SAVE_PEACE

Copyright © Neldy Jolo | Year Posted 2013

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Ugly Swan, Pretty Frog

I had wings that flopped here and there
She had legs that spread in the air
She jumped for joy each time I swooned
Even I tripped all over by noon

She would lick all my wounds away
I the ugly swan would shyly play
This beautiful frog with her heart on fire
She heated the very essence of my desire

My wings were clipped from early on
If I tried to fly I only flipped and tumbled
All the other swans did laugh
So alone I was left to fend for myself

She the frog, ever so kind
She took all my pain right out of my mind
So an impulse struck me from I don’t know where
I kissed this frog, right then and there

A princess appeared before my eyes
She smiles and kisses me on the lips
A miracle of sorts did transpire
As we flew away on my wings of desire

Note: Ancient Proverb: A Malaysian Swan never flies far before he drowns

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2014

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Aim High -The Pantoum Style

~Aim High~

Check the sky aim high and then just fly 
There's so much you can do, achieve  
Just set mind and focus today don't be shy 
God has great plans for all your life, just believe  

There's so much you can do, achieve
Don't let bad things get in your way   
God has great plans for all your life, just believe 
Sky's the limit don't ever quit, to God just pray  

Don't let bad things  get in your way 
Just set mind and focus today don't be shy   
Sky's the limit don't ever quit, to God just pray  
Check the sky aim high and then just fly!  

Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000


~Author's Notes:

"The Pantoum" is a Malaysian verse form adapted by French poets and very occasionally imitated in English.The pantoum is a poetic form derived from the pantun, a Malay verse form: specifically from the pantun berkait, a series of interwoven quatrains. The pantoum is a form of poetry similar to a villanelle in that there are repeating lines throughout the poem.

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2016

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Underdogs Have Their Days

Well, well, well!
The whole world knows by now, impossible dreams can come true,
In the game of professional soccer, it has just been proven at Leicester,
Starting the season with a laughable 5,000 to 1 odds of winning the Championship,
Leicester has the last laugh now, they have topped  the 2016 Premier League,
They are into their victory parades and celebrations, ticker tapes and partying,
A minnow in spending with prudent management in the world of soccer,
They confounded all the disbelieving sport pundits who think they know better,
For when all the battle dust is settled, they are the Premier League Champions!

Of less epic proportions are the latest sporting achievements here in Asia,
Somewhere in the unlikely courts of Chinese Taipei, member countries of Asia,
They were battling it out for bragging rights to be the best in Asian Squash,
Of particular significance was the women teams event, team spirits at its best,
The 2nd seeded Indian team knocked out the top seeded team from Hongkong,
The Indian team were in the finals after a surprising 2-0 drubbing of Hongkong,
The Malaysian team, seeded 3rd, was a rookie team headed by Delia Arnold,
She is the only veteran seasoned in these kind of team competitions.

In the final shootout, it was rather tame affair as the players strutted their stuff,
First to court was 17year old Sivasangari who despatched her Indian rival 3-0,
Next in court was captain Delia Arnold who was classy as a 30 year old veteran,
Her game against her Indian rival Joshanna Chinappa was a quite dicey affair,
Losing her first game, then having to dig it in to carve out a win in the second,
There were many an anxious moment as each player tried to dominate the other,
But playing the captain role to perfection, Delia Arnold presevered to be a winner,
Deservedly, the Malaysian Captain secured the winning point for the gold medal!!

Back in Kuala Lumpur, a miracle of sorts was recently achieved on a playing field,
A local rugby team, against all odds and in spite of little or no publicity,
Outran and outfought other international teams to claim the Division One title,
An incredible triumph on home soil to win in this Asian Rugby Championship,
Of course we have have the services of 3 Fijians, as foreigners in the other teams,
What is significant is that we have a winning team in this international sport.

Well, well, well! Heads up, underdogs!


Copyright © KENG CHUAN SENG | Year Posted 2016

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Heart Of Stone

Heart Of Stone

What a heart wrenching piece of news..
In today’s spread of daily news…
Boldly headlined ‘Mom: No Forgiveness”
It was about filial hurt and devastated dreams.  

This news worthy piece of news was rather brief..
The reporter was probably  trying hard to be objective..
This news begin with a factual statement of a 10 years’ ordeal..
A 63year-old woman looking for forgiveness, to make amends.. 

There were only two colored photos displayed,
The main one showing a unsmiling woman,
Bagged eyes, resolute and looking slightly defiant…
Her left hand across the bony shoulders of a skinny man.

They were enstranged siblings, getting back together after 30 years…
She is 63 while big brother is 65, the latter must have had tough years …
Gaunt and feeble looking, big brother has been more forgiving,
Brotherly love tirelessly scouring for 30 years for a sister missing…

The second picture, O how it speaks the depths of timeless  hurt and despair..
When it caught and froze a 93 year old mother’s wave of  rejection for reconciliation
There she was, a feeble bent over aged mother, an upraised left hand with open palm..
In her hardened heart, she was dismissing an intruder from revisiting old wounds…

Nothing was written, nothing was reported, the beseeches and pleadings to be heard..
This 63 year-old long lost daughter, unlike a biblical prodigal son, was not to heal a hurt…
A hurt so deep and forgotten, that must have devastated the family and the siblings that day…
When she chose to run away from her home, her parents and siblings on that fateful day..

A lot of water has flown under the family bridge and if you were to read between the lines..
Her unexplained and undoubtedly unforeseen rebellious act of abandoning her home that time..
Was a betrayal that  destroyed and endangered all close family love, dreams and ties..
Even her elder brother too escaped the family nest and for 30 long years he looked for her…

O what a sad episode for a Malaysian family, the trauma and the hurt, the crushed dreams..
30 years of anguish and regrets supplanted by an armor of wilful memory loss and silent screams..
Even at 93, “You ran away all these years without thinking and caring about how we feel”..
A simple statement of truth, how it must have hurt, is there time enough for such wound to heal?


Copyright © KENG CHUAN SENG | Year Posted 2015

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Villanelle: Whose voice does the non-native English poet verily hear

Villanelle: Whose voice does the non-native English poet verily hear

Whose voice does the non-native English poet verily hear
Words which sound to native English speakers as gibberish
Does received pronunciation yoke the borrowed voices’ ear

The poet hears a voice probably his own loud and clear
As he scribbles words English dictionaries list and cherish
Whose voice does the non-native English poet verily hear

Can the fine feel of a language’s rhythms and cadences cohere
In the non-native speaker’s bookish learning albeit feverish
Does received pronunciation yoke the borrowed voices’ ear

When a Malaysian-Chinese poet whispers into his dear’s ear
Lines he has learned for exams from native speakers of English
Whose voice does the non-native English poet verily hear

Post-colonial poets simulate voices buried in psyche’s rear
Words they utter in tutored voices under authority of the English
Does received pronunciation yoke the borrowed voices’ ear

To whom does this poem belong if it stirs not far from here
The voices that bred these words all swirling around dervish
Whose voice does the non-native English poet verily hear
Does received pronunciation yoke the borrowed voices’ ear

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2014

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The Malay Pantun: Post-colonial writing

La capinera's wintering pieces of tropic tunes
    The garden warbler's echoes of dark melodies
Post-colonial poets return by summering fortunes 
    Learnt by rote as sacred Oxbridge duties


The French "pantoum" may be modeled on the Malay pantun,
or at least it may aspire to, but it does not adhere to its
fundamental compositional criteria. For the original prototype, 
cf. T. Wignesan, "The Poietics of the Pantun" in Journal of the
Institute of Asian studies, Vol. XII, n° 2 (Chennai), March 1995,
pp. 1-15; reproduced with corrections in T. Wignesan. Sporadic 
Striving amid Echoed Voices, Mirrored Images and Stereotypic 
Posturing in Malaysian-Singaporean Literatures. Allahabad:
Cyberwit.net, 2008, pp. 49-67.

(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2012

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2012

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Boy Malaysia

Who is this Malaysian boy?
His style is dashing,
His eyes are beckoning.
He is the eastern boy from Nnewi,
With the hands that work all day,
Where poverty has no space.
He is the western boy from Ile-Ife,
With the reckoning personality of dignity,
Here,kingship breeds.
He is the northern boy from Daura,
With the ancestral voyage of valour,
A nature of prestige.

You'll find him in his abode,
In the central district of Kuala Lumpur,
He burns candles at both ends,
The Nigerian trait of dutifulness.
Leaving b'ami,ma'mi,Aduke and Akanni back home,
He had tears in his eyes.
Again,his face lit up with the hopes of riches and glamours.
"In the nearest years", he had said,"I'll be rich and famous".
"I'll buy mama,papa,Nwanne and Nna each,a plot of land".
"Magnificent structures will stand on each land".

"Aminatu and Aliyu will go to better schools",
"Ramatallahi will no longer be a milk-maid".
He said these when leaving the shores of his fatherland.
His kidneys are dually intact,
They are very special to him.
He has been taught the essence of hardwork.
He understands the menace of moral decadences,
And the consequences therein.
He's indeed not a drug peddler,
He is not into cybercrime,
He's only gone in search of greener pastures.

Copyright © Adejumoke Adewuyi | Year Posted 2016

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DLCW Don't Let China Win

DLCW Dont Let China Win 

For the badminton pundits in this country, there are a great many of them...
In their eyes, the greatest badminton player is Lee Chong Wei , a true Malaysian...
If you are the disbelieving kind, kindly do a Google search on this household name...
Be duly amazed at the plethora of achievements and records to back up his fame...
Wherever he goes, other Asian fans clamoured too for photo sessions and his fame..
Die hard badminton fans will swear by his name, so pervasive is his racket fame...

His greatest rival to enduring world wide fame is the immensely popular Lin Dan..
A very volatile yet gifted badminton genius who dismantled opponents as they came..
In a country of billions, the undisputed Chinese star in world badminton is Super Dan...
You name any badminton title of world class, he has got the lot, he got them all..
Twice Olympic gold medalists, at the expense of perennial  rival Lee Chong Wei..  
A great number of other world accolades, Lee Chong Wei was regularly the bridesmaid..

Recently, towards the end of 2015, the great Lee Chong Wei was aged 32..
In a high tempo explosive game like badminton, he was easily an ancient veteran...
Many a younger world class player has long retired, usually from burn-out  or injuries...
Not Lee Chong Wei, not this country's greatest badminton hero and eternal great...
In 2 consecutive 5 starred tournaments, he sent off packing his greatest rival Lin Dan..
So much so that his subsequent matches and eventual wins were such a let down..

Around then the local social media was awashed with an amusing anecdote..
That serves seemingly an improbable explanation for his latest triumphs on court..
Given his all too frequent losses to Super Dan in countless semi finals and finals..
Someone observed his initials being LCW, a bad omen that will Let China Win..
The country's top badminton patron, the wife of the Prime Minister, she declared..
LCW should rightfully be given the country's topmost honorific sport title, Datuk..
So it came to pass, Lee Chong Wei is now honored as Datuk Lee Chong Wei..

Lee Chong Wei's name initials, from the bad omen of Let China Win as in LCW...
He is now initialed DLCW, a change of fortunes will follow because of his new name..
For his very name is now initialed as DLCW,  meaning Don't Let China Win..
That, folks, explains simply why from now on, the great Datuk Lee Chong Wei..
No surprises if he reigns supreme over all his Chinese badminton rivals, come what may..

Copyright © KENG CHUAN SENG | Year Posted 2016

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They Fly Tonight

They Fly Tonight

As I had wished yesterday, 
       do have a safe, nice and comfortable flight today…

Hopes are running high, 
       this Malaysian junior squash team high will they fly…

At home in  eager suspense we all await..
	while you guys and gals go in battling  for the bait…

After all the tough intensive training,
	you are the best hopes Malaysia is proud to bring….

We wish you national warriors cheers for all…
	for those who will win and those who fall…

To attain glory, honor and fame,
	grab all the gold to show that you are top of your game..

In the next few days, you’ve to play well,
         for some will falter this time while the others do well…

What matters most is for individual performances..
         let them be hard battles, well fought and full of perseverance…

For some times it is the will of iron in you …
 	that see you through each battle today for the next day to begin anew..

Go on, squash warriors in this Malaysian team,
	You are the nation’s pride and dream for squash success…

To squash juniors playing in British Junior Open 2015

Copyright © KENG CHUAN SENG | Year Posted 2015

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The Rich/the Super Rich/the One Percenters.
Then there’s the rest of us,
The Disappearing/Shrinking Middle Class.
Our  “good paying “, American Dream financing  jobs gone,

The Chinese/Japanese/Indian/Korean/Malaysian, etc. have them.
We are left to grovel/slave away at many PT “jobs/employment”,
We work all kind of ridiculous hours for even more ridiculous rewards,
At the same time watching the American Dream slip away, being taxed away, shipped away.  The dream is taking wings, 
taking majestic and dramatic flight like the Bald eagle, proud symbol of America.
And the number of the poor, that we will “always have with us”
Is steadily whispering, calling out, shouting out to us-
And in the gesture of come on down, they extend an invitation to us
Come join us, come “eat cake with us”
You can exercise the right to just lay down and die with us,
Then the Money Changer Bankers and Crooks that are continually rewarded,
Can just roll us up in a blue tarp, and into an empty ditch, 
step over us in their Armani shoes, keep going and never break stride.
And their Bought-and-Paid-For US Congressional Representatives,
And State/Local ones as well will see to it,
That left behind family/loved ones will not receive,
 Any so called governmental assistance that we need,
Though we paid for it with our taxed-to-death money.
And we will end up in an unmarked mass-grave ditch,
And finally be out of the way of the folks who are really in charge of
The American Dream.

September 21, 2013

Copyright © Alfreda Williamson | Year Posted 2013

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Salam, how are you there?
Wassalam, good, Alhamdulillah
How about the issue in Sabah
Nothing to worry
I am worried because you are my friend
I am okay; just want to know your opinion
No probs, what do you think of that opinion?
Does it hurt you personally?
Nope, it makes sense

I am not personally taking part, I have my own problem
Indeed but I am so sad, many don’t understand the situation
They are taking one side condemning Suluk in general
So as the other Suluk in Sulu archipelago 
Many also condemning Melayu in general
I always think about others
My cousin, a policeman is in the frontline

I am so sad, pray hard
Please cry with me
I am here for you to lend your cry
Can I pretend nothing happen?
We can’t pretend to be nothing to happen
Then rest and cry with me
To make people understand is not easy
Sometime we also take time to understand our situation
I am hurt to what happen, we are being fooled by colonisers
They ask us to inherit this misery

Hmmm I am so sorry to hear that
Hopefully you won’t hate the Suluk generally
So, as long as it does not contradict to my stand
What is your stand supposedly?
 At least I have one good friend from Jolo ancestry
I am a good friend because you are good

I know nothing about the war; I just wanted to know the peace
It’s really easy to smile and pretend that you are okay
Rather than telling people why you are sad
It’s not easy to imagine that war
I just want to keep it by my self
I wanted to keep this in my sleep
When I wake up tomorrow 
Peace is expected to blow
Let have this peace to reign right away

The poem is made through the conversation with Malay friends from Kuala Lumpur about the conflict happened in Lahad Datu. We shall never put the bangsa in general as what we are thinking is right: Suluk is bad and Melayu is arrogant. We need a better understanding to conclude that each bangsa like Suluk and Melayu have nothing to do with the situation. It is a matter of siding the truth and rights. I therefore personally accepted if everyone hates me because I am Suluk and that would make the world stay in peace and to save peace, I am willing to be called such: “Suluk is bad and Melayu is arrogant” but the “country and world is peaceful” is achieved. The war declared ended today by Malaysian authority. Let Us All Save Peace. Layag Sug. 11th March 2013, Sandakan, Sabah, Malaysia!

Copyright © Neldy Jolo | Year Posted 2013

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A Tangled Web of Lies

O, what a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive!
Can't help but to recall this famous quote from Sir Walter Scott...
When one reads the latest revelations on the financial scandal that is 1MDB...
Touted as a sovereign fund to help the economy of the Malaysian Nation...
What has been revealed so far is a tangled web of deception for the nation...

O, what a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive!
At the onset of of the saga of 1MDB, it was a sovereign fund entity....
It sourced for billions and billions in cash money for seed capital initially....
Taking out monstrous loans using guarantees from the government...
No red flags were raised, despite reservations from the management...
When the numero uno signatory is the Finance Minister himself...
And it being so he is also the Prime Minister, who is to question...

O, what a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive!
The wheels of international justice are turning, investigations are revealing..
Convoluted  money trails of obscenely huge amounts to the tune of billions..
From Singapore to Switzerland to Luxemburg to Australia to the United States..
And a couple of other countries with highly principled banking standards...
Are seeking to unravel the this global money scandal with the  highest stakes..
Wall Street Journal expose is churning out scandalous information of the investigations..
While in the home country of Malaysia, political warlords brush off all revelations..

O, what a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive!
A single plea of innocence was well propped up with tales of donation...
As gifted from individual or individuals, ultimately from a dead Arabian King.. 
Stalwart political warlords were nevertheless resolute in defending...
As a much tainted political leader wisely maintains a eloquent silence...
Even as political foes and the knowing public cry out their frustrations...
Horrified and anxious over the repercussions from this 1MDB financial cancer..

O, what a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive!


Copyright © KENG CHUAN SENG | Year Posted 2016

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Save Malaysia Today

Save Malaysia Today

S - Some time ago, there was a sovereign fund named 1MDB...
A - All too soon, there were mounting allegations of suspicious activities...
V - Various allegations hinted of serious financial and administrative irregularities..
E - Ere you know it, the hot potato that is 1MDB is fouling up the economy...

M - My country Malaysia today is a nation of highly stressed daily living….
A - All my countrymen are suffering from a drastic rise in the  cost of living…
L - Lives everywhere are struggling  to cope with a falling economy…
A - As the drastic price rise in raw petroleum  has pushed up pricings..
Y - Yet the government saw fit to introduce after 1st April 2015 GST, a pervasive  
      6% sales tax …
S - Sure enough, consumer prices immediately spiralled upwards as GST is a 
      cumulative form of tax…
I - In fact, the high petroleum  price and this new  sales tax has effectively double 
      the cost of living..
A - All Malaysians are increasingly disenchanted with the top man in the political 

T - There is a most historic gathering today of politicians in an effort to save the 
       Malaysian nation..
O - One impossible gathering of leaders from the ruling political party in cahoots 
        with the opposition …
D - Demands were made through various speeches presented by all the political 
       bigwigs in attendance..
A - All were in agreement that illegal donations, GST and 1MDB were linked to the 
       top minister's silence …
Y - Yet to be seen, will this gathering and a Citizen Declaration be just the spark to  
       save  Malaysia?

Copyright © KENG CHUAN SENG | Year Posted 2016

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Speaking in Tongues in Malaysia

Ho, ho, ho! 

There is this well written article, the link which I gladly give down below,
It is a most beautifully written anecdote of a traveler's tale for well it showed...
A funny side of Malaysia as a nation of varied races and different languages ..
When the writer, a genuine Malaysian, hit the local travel scene in stages...

First on target was a tailor shop nestled in some obscure corner of a major town..
With its ancient facade fronted with antiqued sewing machines and 2 old men...
The writer was awed and very much wanted an opportunistic shot for preservation..
But was left frustrated and flabbergasted, duly chastised and denied a flat refusal..

Being a polite and considerate Malaysian, the writer had requested permission....
In plain English, widely spoken and used in a bustling town, modern as seemed..
The elderly Chinaman tailor, amazingly, he felt rather biffed, he felt insulted..
How else do you explain his snappiness, his curt refusal of "Tidak boleh!"...

After he had pointedly retorted, "You tak tau cakap bahasa ka?” to the writer..
Driving home the pervasive use of Bahasa Malaysia to our writer...
Even the old uncle in a antiquated shop prefers speaking that language...
We Malaysians have come a long way to trust the unifying merit of a national language..

Lesson this day was to trust in the wide spread use of our national language..

The next day, the writer strolled into an Indian restaurant for something spicy...
Proudly articulated in immaculate Bahasa Malaysia, the food fancied...
Only to be admonished by the Indian in attendance, why not the native dialect...
Seeing how the writer is a local Indian, a fellow countryman in skin and color...

Again, a most valuable lesson, use use native language with people of the same ethnicity..
Bahasa Malaysia would be best  with fellow Malaysians of a different ethnicity...

But our enlightened writer was perplexed and befuddled to the ninth degree..
For it was chronicled in verbatim the running conversation at the hotel he was in...
The writer diligently posted questions and remarks in Bahasa Malaysia...
But the polite hotel receptionist, a local Malay, was speaking English all the way...

Final lesson for any local Malaysian, it may be wiser to let the other start lead the conversation.
That way, you can have a smooth running conversation, and you'll be a true Malaysian!

Ho, ho, ho!  Malaysia Boleh !


Copyright © KENG CHUAN SENG | Year Posted 2015

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Vape To Be Free

A famed thinker , Voltaire, he observed and proclaimed,
Man is born free but everywhere he’s chains.
A simple enough statement but the truthfulness in it,
Is so profound and so relevant till to this modern day.

Early this week, a local minister just facebook posted his glee,
Malaysians can safely pursue the vape business restrictions free.
In fact he was all thumbs up for the vape flavoring entrepreneurs,
Proudly professing his hopes of Malaysians frontlining such business ventures.

Exultantly he posted, “Good news for vapers, vaper brewers and vape merchants,
The cabinet today decided not to ban the use of vape…TQ to…the government.
For understanding the aspirations of the youth.” What a impossible post from a leader,
I wonder,  the Malaysian youth, what are their aspirations going by this minister?

One would surely think, aspirations are lofty targets to strive for and to achieve,
That in itself implies respectable professions and not controversial ones as in this vape business.
Voltaire, may the famed thinker rest in peace, would never have imagined,
Here in Malaysia, his immortal lines of wisdom would be a mental thing.

Just as all drug addicts are desperate in  craving for every regular fix,
Most, if not all, cigarette smokers too are desperate in certain hours of need.
Drugs or cigarettes, or drugs and cigarettes, they are like two sides of a coin,
Addictive and destructive, two habits that any healthy society sought hard to discard.

Youths today have all the freedom, to choose and to decide, amidst wondrous luxury items,
One wonders why some will choose to shackle themselves to drugs, cigarettes and their kinds.
Now, into this repulsive battleground for the minds and souls of addicts and smokers,
E cigarettes and vape smoking are getting serious, more ominous that it sounds.

The vape habit, often featuring a fanciful electronic gadget and varied flavours of colored liquids,
Is big business for Malaysian entrepreneurs, exporting to the huge Chinese and Indonesian markets.
Bigger nations then ours have seen the wisdom in banning this burgeoning industry,
Cool heads must prevail in deciding proper restrictions to insulate the community.

It is so saddening to know the youth of today are being hooked on a new habitual behavior,
That is obviously costly and unsettling, save for those who are actively profiteering.
Ideally we should all share responsibility to keep our environment free and clean..
We need to be unshackled mentally to be living free!

Copyright © KENG CHUAN SENG | Year Posted 2015

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Technical Support

How could I survive without a computer, only heaven knows!
'Tis a necessary tool for my poetical verse to compose.
Today, the beast went down again, wouldn't you know it,
Just as I received a brilliant revelation so vital to a poet!

My technical aptitude is meager but I did try to reboot.
That was the extent of my expertise regarding a troubleshoot!
I couldn't figure out what else to do so as a last resort,
I called the computer company gurus for technical support!

I was talking with a foreigner, much to my consternation,
So I steeled myself for a challenging technical conversation!
He could be anywhere on that vast continent of Asia;
I later learned he was from the Islands of Malaysia!

I'm sure that in solving computer glitches he does excel,
And he obviously knows the Malaysian lingo very well,
But bless my soul, I hardly understood a word he uttered,
As in fractured English and technical jargon he sputtered!

I'm sure he thought he was talking with a first-rate dunce,
Since he had to repeat his instructions to me more than once!
As frustrating as it is, I reckon I'll have to resign myself,
To pleading for technical support beyond the continental shelf!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)

Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw | Year Posted 2010

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Hello 2016

Hello 2016...
At the stroke of midnight last night..
There were raucous cheers and noisy fanfare ..
There were vigorous displays of fireworks..
As Malaysians welcome 2016, full of hopes..

Hello 2016...
May the price of petroleum per barrel be up...
This country reserves are low, it needs to be up..
It wouldn't augur well for countries producing oil..
If crude oil prices are low, and Gulf Nations produce even more oil..

Hello 2016...
We really would like a better currency exchange rate..
We really need a stronger local currency in the world stage..
The Malaysian Ringgit is at an all time low this season..
The common man may not understand the actual reasons..
But he does know that doing RM4.30 to each US dollar..
Is much too high when it was only  RM3.40 to the same dollar...

Hello 2016...
Maybe the Malaysian government can see it fit to reconsider..
Removing the Good Service Tax introduced in April last year..
The common man here are all suffering the ill effects of GST..
Things were very much cheaper prior to this new tax...
With oue weakened Ringgit, all things are much more expensive...

Hello 2016...
For all wisdom on governance, the government should buck up...
Put in place economic measures to help every family up..
For with the shrinking ringgit, every family struggles more...
Merely just to upkeep the status quo of lifestyles and more...

Hello 2016...
The government should be seen doing much more this year...
For the many scandalous misdeeds and mistakes last year..
For one, justice should be blind yet fair, no justice delayed..
For justice delayed is justice denied, so please no delay...
Also justice must be fairly applied, there cannot be 2 versions...
All too often, we see evidences of law applied differently ...
Who you are, your religion, race and  your political party...
Should not rightly weigh on the scales of justice to be fair...

Hello 2016...
Hopefully as we begin a brand new chapter of a brand new year...
Let there no longer be catastrophic incidents of the yesteryears..
Pray no earthquakes nor tsunamis, no more mother-of-all calamities..
Life is hard and challenging enough, minus their many profanities..

Hello 2016...
All over the world efforts are made to herald the dawn  of a new year...
Hopes are high and universal that only the best happenings are near...
So in all fairness welcome and happy new year everybody here..
Wherever you may be, 2016 may yet be the best that can possibly be!

Copyright © KENG CHUAN SENG | Year Posted 2015

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Haiku: Crocodile Tears

though croc may look sad
lying alone on river bank
eating life brings joy

Brian Johnston
July 12, 2015

Poet's Notes:
In the Malaysian language and culture, the phrase "land crocodile" is commonly used to describe a "playboy."

Copyright © Brian Johnston | Year Posted 2015

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A sudden left
Or a sudden right
So abrupt
No, not a makeshift
But I’m assuming, a turn of event.

We never thought
Its like the Malaysian 370 flight
Its might
Yes, the effect
Would be  consuming us through eternity.

We must look straight
A landscape or a  hindsight
So passionate we must be dealt with
All lives go adrift
Exult though with dignity.

This Day of  Judgment
 Will come like a thief in the night
There’s no turning back, now repent
It will be an advent, the soonest
And no denying it is positive a mystery

More than ever….a magic - a TURN OF


Copyright © William Labtis | Year Posted 2014

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Cabbie With A Heart

Cabbie with A Heart

This latest news about a selfless taxi driver…
The kindness out of his heart is a source for wonder ….
In the daily business of ferrying his charges for a fee…
He works long hours , morning till dusk before going off free ….

As a family man like any other, he provides for his family with his daily takings..…
Time is ever precious,  more ferrying means better daily earnings…  
Just as any other hard working Malaysian, he always there to give service…
Doing his utmost best each day in providing  a transportation service…

For a working man such as he, where time and his service  means money…
It  surprises to know this taxi driver willingly sacrifices his time and money….
All for an aged yet loving couple, who are yet to be classified as senior citizens..
Who are only in their late forties and yet the woman has chronic kidney disease…

This stricken woman requires a thrice-a-week treatment at the dialysis center….
The fare is an exorbitant RM30 to pay even if the center is but a short drive away 
It is always a trying time to hail for a taxi willing to take them to the center..
For the word is out that they are unable to pay the full fare, even not at all..

One fine day, as they scoured in vain for a taxi to take them to the  center..…
Up came Mr Jong, an elderly and sprightly taximan, willing to ferry them over…
The kind hearted soul in him accepts only RM20 for his service, if possible..
He’s such a good man, giving discounted rides and payments in installments.. 

Taxi driver Jong, 61 years old, thinks he is doing something simple…
Out of the goodness in his heart, he is now on their call three times-a-week…
It matters not, Jong wisely observes, I am Chinese and they are Malays in need…
God willing, I will stay healthy and I trust them to pay me when they able indeed..

So fellow Malaysians, do marvel at this display of humanity on the streets…
There are countless other good deeds being played out that are not called to heed…
But this episode runs contrary to the prejudices and the mistrust on racial lines..
It calls for brotherhood love, as the same colored blood runs common beneath our  skins..


Copyright © KENG CHUAN SENG | Year Posted 2015