O Ass-Dick

O Ass-Dick Ass-Dick Ass-Dick galore
I feel quite comfy now I am staying
Many now of his 'mis-deed' deplore
Cursing that man with No 3 Sodomy

O Ass-Dick Ass-Dick Ass-Dick galore
He's beginning to frustrate me mucho
My men find jailing him 2 big a chore
'Coz he's wrestling like a dumb sumo

O Ass-Dick Ass-Dick Ass-Dick galore
That Apek I'll soon put in Kajang jail
Fails to realise his eff-ed mien I abhor
Like a greedy cur with a wagging tail 

O Ass-Dick Ass-Dick Ass-Dick galore
What's the prob, my dearest Boy Boy
Dad, not Ass-Dick but S(Ess)-D(Dee)
STFU, me you're beginning to annoy

he eff-ing thinks he knows it all when he has been eff-ing mucho stuff galore, wakakaka 


Is Chin Peng still with us?

When you remember me, it means that you have carried something of who I am with you, that I have left some mark of who I am on who you are. It means that you can summon me back to your mind even though countless years and miles may stand between us.

It means that if we meet again, you will know me. It means that even after I die, you can still see my face and hear my voice and speak to me in your heart.

For as long as you remember me, I am never entirely lost.

When I'm feeling most ghost-like, it is your remembering me that helps remind me that I actually exist. When I'm feeling sad, it's my consolation. When I'm feeling happy, it's part of why I feel that way.

If you forget me, one of the ways I remember who I am will be gone. If you forget, part of who I am will be gone.”

― Frederick Buechner , Whistling in the Dark: A Doubter's Dictionary


The singing canary

FMT - I was coached to downplay Najib, Jho Low’s roles in 1MDB.

When you sing like an too-eager canary
You sound woefully like a blardy kerbau
Then you chirp incessantly like a cricket
Ptui, yuck, you smell of all garbage foul

nak masuk lokup? 

atau ... wakakaka 

OK OK OK ... cukup liao lah 

Aiyoh, why do you nyanyi like a canary
& why do you moo moo macam kerbau
What-why, from Maddy's Malay Dignity?
To sabo with his viciously hateful kacau


Al Fatihah Allahyarham Ahmad Ton

MM Online:

DAP veteran Ahmad Ton dies


Ahmad Ton had held various positions within the party such as DAP Johor state chairman and vice-chairman and was even appointed to the party’s Deputy Secretary-General post from 2004 to 2008

Picture by KE Ooi

KUALA LUMPUR, Sept 29 — Senior DAP leader Ahmad Ton has passed away, his party has confirmed. He was 70.

DAP political education director Liew Chin Tong conveyed his condolences at the passing of the party stalwart, who died today.

In a media statement, Liew said that Ahmad will be remembered for his “strong will” to fight for a better Malaysia.

“The journey of DAP in the former Barisan Nasional fortress of Johor was never easy for our veterans. Being a Malay in DAP in the previous Johor political milieu was doubly hard for Sdr. Ahmad Ton.

“It was Sdr. Ahmad Ton’s strong will and a warrior’s pursuit of permanent struggle for a better Malaysia that paved the way for Pakatan Harapan to finally win nationally and in Johor in 2018.

“My deepest condolences to Sdr Ahmad Ton’s family for their loss. And, on behalf of DAP, I am deeply grateful to Sdr. Ahmad Ton for his loyalty, service and sacrifices.

“Thank you, comrade, and farewell, my friend,’’ he said

Ahmad Ton had held various positions within the party such as DAP Johor state chairman and vice-chairman and was even appointed to the party’s Deputy Secretary-General post from 2004 to 2008.

He was also a long-time member of Johor DAP state committee and has been the party’s central executive member from 1982 to 2012.

He had contested in elections since 1982 and had contested seats such as Tanjong Piai and Labis.

“Since his maiden attempt standing for election in 1982 until 2008, Sdr. Ahmad Ton fearlessly contested the most difficult of seats (including former Barisan Nasional strongholds Tanjong Piai and Labis). Those years were the darkest hours for DAP, but Sdr. Ahmad Ton firmly stood by the party,’’ added Liew.

Valiant in his blue amidst a red-white sea
Striding courageously through thick & thin
Magnificent efforts he made for prosperity
Do we even know what his legacy has been

None of PhD, DSc nor the new mighty MBA
Just his heart, soul and dedication he gave
In his old party's new glory what did he say
Nary a word, as quietly he went to his grave

I recall he did mention Malaysian Malaysia
Quite many years back with some sadness
An ideal he had held for long and very dear
But failed to see that sweet dream manifest

All that no longer matters as he very bravely
Strides forth into a world to be with Allah swt
Whilst others venture into the Hall of Valkyrie
Ahmad Ton, Al Fatihah, our hero, our matey


A love returns

While clearing a couple of old boxes in which I packed my meagre belongings when I came down to Oz, I spied a slip of paper with some crude scribbles.

To my surprise it was an old poem I had attempted to compose in my youthful days, wakakaka. Here is it:

The morning mist lovingly lingers
around rose petals and drops of dew

Soft black tresses caress pink cheeks
wet with tears sparkling with rainbow hue

But the sun rises bright and shining
burning the vapour to yonder blue

I see a smile blooming on rosebud lips
dear one, your love has returned to you



His pet horses love carrot
The rakyat makan tapioca
Macai's His words'll parrot
Malaysia has berMerdeka

By Him we were informed
Of good hot Radioactivity
If you think He's reformed
You're one gullible guppy

We're still playing racial war
Courtesy of his damn legacy
Alas, animosity'd never thaw
Between non & His pribumi

Formula 1 instead of veggie
Car No Tree instead of rice
We still get nepo and crony
And lots of kerbau and lies


Remembering Nora Anne Quoirin

She came as a tourist to visit our country
Not realising she would stay here forever
Such a horrendous fate who could foresee
She went away amidst green trees yonder

I have shed tears for her, couldn't help so
An innocent sweet child of years tender
I had no chance to say goodbye nor hello
But know she is now in a place far better



Hi there, Treachery is my middle name
Though some call me fondly 'Can't-Face'
Sympathise with me, my reach for fame
I have just lost, thus setting me in a daze

I wonder whether it's my physical stature
The disadvantage that my parents gifted
Making me stand out as a stunted fixture
Whilst around me the bastards sniggered

I did try my best to become Number One
Stabbing my way insidiously to the Top
T'was sheer delightful assassinating fun
Eff-ing others, seeing their careers flop

I thought no one could stop my ascent
What with dear Uncle by my cozy side
Blunder, I eff-ed myself, a man's scent
In Sandakan sent me nowhere to hide



The Hogwash Humanistic Humus

'sans' in French means 'without'

A Humanist, he calls himself with narcissistic pride
Thinking he is the grandson of Mohandas Gandhi
Preening in front of a mirror, he grins at own sight
But alas he indulges in vileness, abuses & obscenity

above dialogue censured due to 'humanistic' language


Secretly he indulges in self abuse for gratification
Shuddering in his own sick version of Parinibbana
Lusting after a young lady with frightening fixation
He eff-s his own keyboard like a sex-crazed Panda

Each & every time he says farke, he farkes himself
How he turns, twists, tortures his sick self to sheets
Abandoning decency and civility onto the back shelf
Even extending his dirty tongue to lick his own teets

my name is not Kitty but Mootee


The so-called Humanist suffers deficiencies in body
Salivating at someone's child, fantasises wild frolic
Lascivious meditations about young orangy sweetie
His lechery unrequited renders his bile more vitriolic 


message to the self proclaimed 'Humanist'


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