Just heard something troubling: a friend in his final year of uni was denied entry to the US—and now has to take a whole gap year.
I don’t know if this is an isolated case or part of something bigger. Has anyone else seen students face this recently?
Blackout.
This might be the longest blackout of the year—power went out around 2.55am and still hasn't come back on as of now.
Bad news for our fridge. Govt’s hiking sales tax on imported produce. So farewell, sexy salmon. Goodbye, bougie avocado. And RIP to my sweet sweet Honey Murcot (yes, that’s a citrus, not a K-pop star). Already expensive, now entering “look but don’t touch” territory. Wallet says no. Mouth says WHY.
A man failed to notice a gigantic container ship had run aground—mere metres from his house. Either he’s got noise-cancelling curtains, or he’s the chillest man alive.
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I mean, watching Trump criticize a foreign president in the Oval Office, promoting unsubstantiated claims of genocide—spreading on Twitter, that X-rated social media platform?
I wonder—what is life like in the US right now for Asians? Does the news coverage reflect the reality on the ground?
Tried a few night shots with my budget Android phone—surprisingly, they turned out okay! Still figuring it out though. Anyone else messing around with night photography on a phone? Would love to hear your tips or see your shots.
A fascinating cultural heritage site, located in front of The Shell Square in Miri, Sarawak.
I’m not sure why I’m sharing this story, but I trust its meaning will emerge in time—unless the unexpected intervenes. By now, Trump’s second term feels more like the rule of a king over the U.S. edition.cnn.com/2025/03/30/p...
The histories of its indigenous peoples—carved into the land itself—have been overshadowed, rewritten, or drowned out by louder narratives.
History is not just written by the victors—it is erased by them.
In Sarawak, the past is not just a record of what happened. It is a battleground over who gets to be remembered.
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Then we moved to town, where meals came in plastic containers, neighbors kept to themselves, and the only crackling I heard was from bad radio signals.
I grew up there, in the glow of the hearth, surrounded by the murmur of familiar voices and the comforting scent of wood smoke curling through the air. For eighteen years, that was my world.
Either way, it pulls me back to a time when life was simpler—when home was a longhouse, not just a place but a world of its own.
I can’t quite explain it, but this black-and-white photograph tugs at something deep inside me. Maybe it’s nostalgia, or maybe it’s just my stomach growling at the sight of food.
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The bureaucracy must act swiftly, for the Punan have waited long enough to reclaim our rightful place in history.
We do not ask for privilege—only for truth. The time has come to unshackle the Punan from a colonial legacy that has chained our identity for far too long.
Breaking Free from the Colonial Shackles
That is why it is heartening to see that Sarawak’s Premier, Datuk Patinggi Abang Zohari, is listening. His acknowledgment of this historical wrong gives us hope.
This is the White Rajah’s burden—the belief that Borneo’s indigenous people, particularly the Dayaks, were like children who needed firm hands to mold them into “useful” subjects.
But what did civilization mean under Brooke rule?
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I came across some recent research on the Punan Batu, or Caves Punan, and found it fascinating. Here are four reasons why it caught my interest.
The name “Jepak” is a relatively recent invention, much like “Batang Kemena”—a name now used for the river that for centuries bore various names, including “Ba Tulou” and “Metulou,” before becoming “Bintulu” during the colonial era.
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Ask anyone in Bintulu about its oldest village, and most will point to Kampung Jepak. But history tells a different story.
The Overlooked History of Bintulu, Sarawak. History remembers some figures while forgetting others. In Bintulu’s case, names like Johari Sunam, Abang Galau, and Orang Kaya Mohamad are widely recognized as leaders who once shaped the region.
Malaysia is generally not an LGBTQ+-friendly country. However, in some places, you might come across signs that suggest a different reality. This one, spotted in a shopping mall in Bintulu, Sarawak, is a rare sight in a nation where LGBTQ+ visibility is often restricted.
Love it. Thank you.
One man from Naha Jale, however, refused more than anyone else. He would not leave. The Kayan people had settled in Baluy since the 18th century—how could he simply walk away?
It was the 1990s, a time of great upheaval. The government was pushing for the relocation of indigenous communities from the vast, man-made lake region. Many resisted, unwilling to abandon the land their ancestors had called home for centuries.
Among its people, there lives a man whose story has become legend—a story of defiance, determination, and a journey that led him straight to the highest office in Malaysia.
