By Sim Kwang Yang
I write many columns for many publications under various names, and I was asked by one editor to provide a “feel-good” piece on Merdeka.
If you take one of those correspondence courses on how to write saleable articles, you will be taught to write on topical and seasonal subjects. A professional columnist like me must learn to write on important dates of the calendar, and August 31st is one of these dates.
Any writing course will also teach you to have an ending that make the readers feel good. If you just hantam with a long string of negative toxic expletives and whining, like many people who leave comments on blogs and websites on the Internet, nobody will want to read your stuff, and you will not be able to sell your articles. (more…)


Merdeka Day 2009 comes in under a cloud. In one sense literally—the Haze creeps back in though damped by the rains of the past week. Figuratively, what could be gloomier than the cloud of events we have been enduring since July? We are no closer to finding out the circumstances of poor Mr. Teoh’s death at this point in the investigation than at its beginning. More people than myself recognize in this delay a tried and true tactic in the organized burying of truth.



I first came across George Orwell’s classic novel, “1984”, when I was doing my Higher School Certificate in the late 1980s. My English teacher, Janet (whose full name escapes my diminishing brain cells now), had prescribed this as a book to be read for the entire class.

“Syed Imran, an Arab-Malaysian born in Penang, Malaysia, an ex-Bernama journalist (1971-1998) and former press secretary to the Minister in PM’s Department, posted a great blog days ago, which was translated into English.”
Penan school girls have claimed they have been raped, sexually abused and taken advantage of, on their way to school. Could you keep quiet if this happened to your daughters?
One Malaysia?
The anonymous letter written by “
Apart from a few visits to America, for most of the past thirteen years I lived hidden away in the wilds of Pasar Pakma. That time was full of event, though the events concerned only myself and my family. Briefly to describe that life, I gave myself full time to the important business of being a husband and father, and of taking care of our kebun and all the other things that need taking care of, e.g. engines and plumbing. Talk to any farmer (and I’m just an amateur) and he’ll tell you that you spend 70% of your time and effort fixing things that get busted, and 30% actually taking care of the plants and the chickens.





A HU member suggested that we should try posting some Chinese articles for those readers who are educated in Chinese. I thought we should give it a try, since there are so few social and political blogs in Chinese in Malaysia. So this Sunday, we offer an article written by Liew Ming Sing, a columnist for the Nanyang Siang Pao, a commentary on the Singer Zainal Abidin and the Malaysian green party.
I have just returned from the court this afternoon, after having a heavy-duty argument with Datuk Fong Joo Chung and Mr Joseph Chioh, both State Legal Counsels with the Sarawak Attorney-General’s Chamber.
“We were told, in the Biro Tatanegara camp, over and over, the source of all the world’s problems… the war in Iraq, the invasion of Afghanistan, the global financial crisis, even the results of last year’s Malaysian elections,” said Jo, a young friend working as a professional in the Malaysian civil service.
It was with some relief that I heard on the evening news that the MB of Selangor, Khalid Ibrahim, announced that there will be no blanket alcohol ban in “Muslim-majority” areas in Selangor. (Not that I am a lover of drink and beer! … far from it).
Dear Mrs PM,
By Apang
By Liumx
The dreaded Haze is back, and back bad. The smoke, the August heat, the chill of air-conditioning, and the fatigue of rushing here and there have weakened my defenses and I have picked up a cold from someone among the teaming masses of the Klang Valley.

“3,000 Penans near starvation” in Belaga drew a stifled yawn from the State Disaster Chairman, also known as the State Chief of Disaster.











