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?

The histories of its indigenous peoples—carved into the land itself—have been overshadowed, rewritten, or drowned out by louder narratives.

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.

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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.

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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