I am HOMO Wakalukong , I worship and kiss the ass of the
GREAT KOMIN , and everyone knows now I am HO HO HOMO
my boyfriend DH is gone to rich man .
my CHINKLISH is not very good .
I , HOMO Wakalukong , always like to wear my sisters
panties and using her dildo .
Fucking hell ! It is good to be HOMO HO HO HOMO !!!
I want to fuck Frankie Lee in the ass like that great
KOMIN .
On Jan 16, 1:20 pm, Wakalukong <
wakaluk...@yahoo.com.sg> wrote:
> True Malaysian samad113 gives tired old faggot thief Komin (who also
> posts as fake Malay mussa hassan) another slap! 2012 is turning out
> to be a miserable year for the tired old faggot thief. Hip hip
> hooray!
>
> Wakalukong
>
> -----------
> On Jan 12, 4:48 am, "samad113" <
samad...@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
>
>
> > There is no doubts about it. You are all out to instigate turmoil between
> > the races. The likes of people like you are not going to augur well for this
> > nation. Face the truth. the other races in this country who have become
> > citizens of this country must be embraced as full fledge citizens. Your
> > constant harping to create disharmony is not going to bring about harmony
> > and this Nation will be ruined if you have any measure of success. Every
> > citizen just want to go about making a peaceful living and go about working
> > hard to prosper.No one race want to live off the other by being a parasite.
> > No one is more equal than the other. Your racist diatribe if it ever gets
> > any backing from any misguided people will bring havoc to the country. Do
> > you really want that? Let every citizen prosper by his/her efforts and hard
> > work and determination and not by hand outs. Do you really think it is
> > possible to rid this country off all the other races peacefully and still
> > prosper?
>
> > "Black Budha with HIS holy BLACK LEARNGA FUCKING COCK" wrote in messagenews:db759aa3-93ac-4f2c...@k28g2000yqc.googlegroups.com...
>
> > Samad113
>
> > why didn ' t you write a TRUE CHINESE worthy to be
> > remembered ?
>
> > you knew a Malaysian means a CHINESE
>
> > of course samad113 is a pure Chinese
>
> > Jan 11, 3:11 am, "samad113" <
samad...@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > Where the mind is without fear: A Tribute to my beloved father, FAN YEW
> > > TENG
>
> > > By Lilianne Fan
> > > I was at my father’s side when he passed away peacefully on 7 December
> > > 2010,
> > > at Bumrungrad International Hospital in Bangkok, Thailand. He had been
> > > diagnosed with advanced cancer at the same hospital almost exactly a year
> > > ago. Finding words after the loss of one’s beloved father is one of the
> > > hardest things to do. And yet, our family has been receiving a healing
> > > river
> > > of words from near and far, from my father’s many friends and men and
> > > women
> > > whose lives he had touched through his life. These words have brought us
> > > comfort through our grief, and for this we are deeply grateful.
> > > My father was a blessing, an inspiration and an absolute joy. He was
> > > deeply
> > > loving and devoted to our family. While he had a tendency to sometimes be
> > > protective as a father, he was also persistently provocative, incessantly
> > > reminding my sister and I to live boldly, to never be afraid of pushing
> > > boundaries in the name of our principles and dreams.
> > > Since we were very young, Papa was our principal source of cultural
> > > exposure
> > > and civilizational education. He introduced us to the music of Edith Piaf
> > > and Om Kalsom, the writings of Rabindranath Tagore and Hannah Arendt. His
> > > mind was epic and encyclopedic, philosophical and poetic; his historical
> > > memory as impressive as his passion for justice was inextinguishable. The
> > > shelves, tables and floors of his bedroom and study were always
> > > overflowing
> > > with books, the walls adorned with portraits of his many heroes— Bertrand
> > > Russell, Frantz Fanon, Leo Tolstoy, George Orwell, and Nelson Mandela.
> > > Papa’s deep humanism shaped us from an early age, as did the context into
> > > which our lives unfolded. Because he and my mother raised us in an
> > > intellectually-, politically- and socially-engaged household, we were
> > > exposed early on both to humanity’s creativity and promise, as well as the
> > > realities of oppression and injustice.
> > > Papa was through and through a public intellectual. Like the philosophers
> > > of
> > > Ancient Greece, Papa believed that the hallmark of the citizen was
> > > versatility in knowledge and a constant striving for the advancement of
> > > one’s
> > > political community. He disdained material wealth and believed that, in
> > > the
> > > words of the Stoic philosopher Seneca, “it is the mind which makes men
> > > rich”.
> > > He was deeply concerned with the dilemmas of his time, first and foremost
> > > in
> > > Malaysia, but also internationally. He was fearless and fiercely
> > > independent, preferring to stand outside society’s institutions to raise
> > > ethical questions and critique from a position of total impartiality.
> > > As we were growing up, we would spend hours with Papa taking long walks
> > > around Kuala Lumpur and Ipoh, visiting his favourite second-hand bookshops
> > > and coffee-shops, listening to stories of his old schoolmates at Brinsford
> > > Lodge, teaching in Kuala Lipis and Tanah Merah, the spirited years with
> > > the
> > > DAP, and his epic land and sea journey from Port Klang to Madras and New
> > > Delhi, through Afghanistan, Iran, and Yugoslavia to join our mother in
> > > Cambridge in 1975. Papa would often read us drafts of his articles, fresh
> > > off the carriage of his beloved manual typewriter, and these were the
> > > primary source of our education on local and international politics. He
> > > would also involve us in many of his anti-war campaigns, from his
> > > mobilization against the Gulf War, to peace and solidarity activities for
> > > Bosnia, East Timor, and Sri Lanka. Papa’s tireless solidarity with
> > > struggles
> > > for justice and democracy around the world deeply influenced my own work
> > > on
> > > peace, human rights and international humanitarian law, as it was he who
> > > taught me that each of us has a responsibility to speak up against
> > > injustice
> > > in every manifestation, wherever we may encounter it. When I began working
> > > with refugees from Aceh in 1999, Papa was strongly supportive, always
> > > ready
> > > to participate in a campaign, or to offer me strategic advice and lessons
> > > in
> > > political history, just as he was when my work later took me to Burma and
> > > Haiti.
> > > Even as he mastered the power of the spoken and written word, Papa also
> > > grew
> > > increasingly to respect the power of the sacred word and prayer. In this
> > > sense, he also became a spiritual mentor, whose daily practice taught us
> > > in
> > > a very direct way the meaning of faith. Until his last days he would make
> > > sure that he said a prayer of safe passage for us each time we travelled,
> > > even while he was bed-ridden over the past few months. Throughout his
> > > illness, Papa would continue to be more concerned by the suffering of
> > > others
> > > than his own. One day, just a few days after undergoing an operation, he
> > > told me, “My dearest, I have seen a world with endless possibilities of
> > > freedom, to which most people remain blind. The world would be a better
> > > place if people would help to set each other free. Please go and help
> > > them.”
> > > Even at the heights of his sickness, he never complained about his own
> > > condition; he only regretted that his illness limited his ability to
> > > defend
> > > those still suffering from oppression.
> > > I know that I will always miss each and every moment that we shared
> > > together. But what I will certainly miss most are the moments of quiet
> > > simplicity, when words were not necessary:
> > > - The mornings when I awoke to find him seated at the garden table,
> > > glowing
> > > in the gentle sunlight, whistling to the birds who were his constant
> > > companions;
> > > - Resting my head upon his chest, feeling his hand stroke my hair gently,
> > > knowing that we would protect each other forever;
> > > - Silently watching him each day with the deepest esteem as he would light
> > > a
> > > tea-candle at the altar in our home, lowering his head in prayer for our
> > > family and for the world.
> > > With each day since Papa’s passing, I am coming to realize that surviving
> > > the death of a loved one is not about being left behind by the one who has
> > > died. Rather, it constitutes the binding of the living and dead to each
> > > other, and to the past, present and future, through a continuous act of
> > > love. “Survival”, in the words of the late philosopher Jacques Derrida,
> > > “is
> > > at once the essence, the origin, and the possibility… (it is) the life
> > > beyond life, the life that is more than life… the most intense life
> > > possible.”
>
> > > I miss Papa more than words could ever express. But I know that he is
> > > free,
> > > that he is at peace, and that he is in the heart of God. We know that he
> > > is,
> > > and always will be, present with us—protecting, guiding and loving us at
> > > every moment. To have had him as a father has been my greatest honour; to
> > > be
> > > his daughter, my greatest joy. It is with profound reverence that we, his
> > > children, inherit his vision and dreams, and assume the responsibility of
> > > keeping his legacy alive.
> > > I know it would have been Papa’s hope that every one of us to continue
> > > working towards a Malaysian Malaysia, a nation founded on justice,
> > > democracy, and accountability to each and every one of its citizens,
> > > compassionate to those who seek refuge upon our shores, a model of
> > > pluralism
> > > in an increasingly divided world. He would have wanted each of us to keep
> > > fighting against the blatant inequality and discrimination that have been
> > > so
> > > entrenched in our legal, political, social and economic institutions; to
> > > resist and uproot the decay in our political culture; to keep on walking
> > > the
> > > long road to justice and true independence. To become a nation, in the
> > > words
> > > of Rabindranath Tagore:
> > > “Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high
> > > Where knowledge is free
> > > Where the world has not been broken
>
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