If you blog everyday, people say you have no life.
If you don’t blog everyday, people say you’re running out of ideas.
Anyone got anymore contributions to the list?
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Happy 6-month anniversary to kennysia.com
Having blogged for so long, here are some of the things I’ve learnt thus far.
Bloglitics = Blog politics. It is inevitable. Anything you do or write will be used against you. Whatever you put on your blog, there’s ALWAYS people out there who will be offended.
What can you write on your blog?
If you write about your daily life, people will say that your daily life is very boring.
If you don’t write about your daily life, people will say that you have no life.
If you post photos of yourself in your blog, people will say you are an attention-seeking bitch.
If you don’t post photos of yourself in your blog, people will say you’re an ugly-looking anonymous coward hiding behind the computer screen.
If you post Photoshopped photos of yourself in your blog, people will say you are fake.
If you post un-Photoshopped photos of yourself in your blog, people will say you cause infertility.
If you link and write good things about other bloggers, people are gonna say you’re an ass-kisser.
If you link and write bad things about other bloggers, people are gonna say you’re just jealous.
If you praise Singaporean girls, people are gonna think you’re putting down Malaysian girls.
If you defend Malaysian girls, people are gonna think you have something against Singaporean girls.
If you write about your conservative lifestyle, people will say you’re a right-wing evangelising religious nut trying to force other people to lead your lifestyle.
If you write about your liberal lifestyle, people will say you’re a sex-crazed attention-seeking exhibitionist slut who enjoys baring your titties on the Internet.
If you post photos of pretty girls on your blog, no matter how pretty you think they are, there will ALWAYS be people out there who say they’re ugly.
If you write jokes on your blog, people will say you’re not funny.
If you write satirical jokes on your blog, there will ALWAYS be someone who don’t get it and turn all angry and upset over it.
If you create a personality quiz on your blog in the name of fun, people will say your readers have no personality.
If you have ads on your blog, people will say you’re selling out.
If you don’t have ads on your blog, people will say you’re stupid for not trying to make easy money.
If you leave your comments and site address on other blogs, people will say you’re site-whoring.
If you get featured in the newspaper because of your blog, people will say you’re a fame whore.
If you reject the newspaper’s request for an interview, people will say you’re a stuck-up bitch.
If you write socio-political blogs, people will say you are boring.
If you don’t write socio-political blogs, people will say you are infantile.
If you write in perfect English, people will say you’re a hao-lian elitist.
If you write in casual colloquial English, people will say you cannot write at all.
If you write about Malaysian issues, people will say you’re trying to imitate Jeff Ooi.
If you rant and diss using words like ‘dipshit’ and ‘dumbfucks’, people will say you’re trying to imitate Maddox.
And if you write an entry like this, people will say you’re trying to imitate mr brown.
As a matter of fact, here’s a screenshot of what I believe is the most bloglitically-correct blog you can find on the Internet.
If you follow these simple rules, then I can assure you that you’re well on your way to bloglitically-correct superstar-dom.
Meeting Them For The First Time
“Its becoming a hangout place for bloggers here.” Belinda said of the Hideout. She’s only been running it for 2 months.
I’m not surprised. I wouldn’t have found out this gem if it weren’t for brown, Miyagi and Caleb blogging about it.
Saturday. 25th June. 9:15pm. A small crowd began to form after the Oddfellows moved their equipment onto the de facto stage area. I wondered how they’re able to perform when the drunk Ah Bengs downstairs were competing with them singing Lee Shen Jie. The place started to get noisy and Bel kept disappearing and reappearing as she and I tried to hold a decent uninterrupted conversation. Fat chance.
It didn’t take long for Belinda to excuse herself again, only this time she came back with a male companion.
“Kenny, meet my friend Ben.”
In front of me stood a man that looked more like a boy if it wasn’t for his funny-looking little goatee. I instantly recognised him as the poster boy on mr brown’s photo album. “Finally! Nice to see you Miyagi!” I shook his hand as he apologised for coming in late.
Its exactly like an irc gathering. I addressed him by his online pseudonym instead of by his real name. I felt like I was 15 years old again.
Mr Miyagi aka Benjamin Lee aka the guy who Today-ed me.
I sometimes forget Mr Miyagi is 35 because not only does he not behave like one, he talks and jokes like he’s still 21. We bonded over beer, chicken wings and Belinda’s Ah Gua cocktail as we talked about his job, how he dealt with his pseudo-fame and our common topic of interest – blogging. We talked about the commercial-side of blogging which, whether I like it or not, is probably gonna come knocking on my door. I’ll write about it some other day.
Her boyfriend is an Oddfellow
Through Miyagi I met a few other bloggers who were present. Evelyn was here with a few friends and she introduced herself to me as Juicypout. It wasn’t until I got back to Kuching that I realised she’s actually Mail Order Bride. (No, she’s not from Vietnam. Her online nick is MailOrderBride.)
“Shit! How can his one be bigger than mine?”
postmaster-general looks like a bad-ass army general I wouldn’t wanna mess with. He was there with his female companion. He offered us some fine cigars, which I respectfully declined. Learn to say no to smoking, kids. 🙂
10:20pm
A young, demure-looking girl nudged Mr Miyagi and whispered into his ear.
“Hey, where’s Kenny Sia? Did you see him?”
Miyagi’s eyes grew big, act all surprise and replied, “No leh. He’s supposed to be here by now but I don’t know where he is!”
I heard my name and I turned around.
I looked at her and she looked at me and I smiled at her and then suddenly she just burst out like that laughing non-stop.
Her: “You are Kenny Sia!”
Me: “You are Finicky Feline!”
We: “!!!”
She covered her mouth in an effort to unsuccesfully silence her paiseh laughs. I just stood there wondering what I did wrong.
I’ve been a silent reader of FF for quite sometime now. She’s one hilarious man-basher and its very easy to get hooked onto her. I’m glad the admiration is mutual. There’s always a tinge of exhiliration when you meet an anonymous online person for the first time, and I felt that with FF.
She is actually very fair and pretty but I had to cover her face with soft brown fur to protect her anonymity. Sorry har. Let me know if you prefer a different type of fur.
Too bad I actually thought she’s Indian because she used to call herself Babushka. That is, until I saw a photo of her back sometime back (bad pun, sorry).
“Where’s Ting?” I asked FF.
“She’s in the toilet.”
“Oh ok.”
“She was here. She actually saw you just now so she ran to the toilet.”
“Huh!?” Walau. I’m not that ugly kua.
FF led me to the unisex toilet where Scarlett Ting was hiding. The door was unlocked, held closed only by her feeble strength pushing the door.
“Ting?” I asked.
“… Yea?” she opened the door. There she was. Scarlett Ting, the twirly mouth babe.
To those of you not familiar with Scarlett Ting, she twirled her mouth in Photoshop to maintain partial anonymity.
“What were you doing in there?”
“I SHY!” *nervous giggles*
“Crazy lah. What’s there to be shy about?”
Scarlett Ting is the first person from Singapore I knew over the internet that I can honestly say has become a closer friend of mine. It started when she e-mailed me after reading about the frustrations I had to go through caring for my father when his condition was critical. She empathises and I appreciate that. The on-and-off email communication soon turn into the MSN conversations that we have regularly now.
This photo freakingly similar to the album cover of an S.H.E CD.
Our friendship is reflected in the more personal description that I wrote of her in my Singaporean blogger personality quiz. Its great to finally be able to meet up.
(At this point in time, I starting to feel as if I’m writing Friendster testimonials on kennysia.com. So I’ll cut the crap and get to the point.)
11:00pm
Mr Miyagi, Mr Brown and Mr… Coconuts.
Mr Brown arrived! We spent the evening talking blog, talking gadgets and debating whether Tomorrow.sg or PPS is better.
R U OK, me, MakanGuru , Dank, and the infamous blog-for-date couple Sandralicious and TripleTripod TriplePeriod.
The Cowboy Barflies! Airhole dropped by a bit later. They were at Wala Wala a while ago so its nice for them to come all the way from Holland Village to drop by and say hi.
Just as I was running around trying to make small talk with everyone. Mr Brown nudged me and said that Wendy has arrived. I looked to my left, looked to my right, but saw no trace of her.
Then I looked down and realised “Oh! There she is!”
Two familiar faces, Shuyin and ‘Wo Shi Mei Nu’ Wanyi tagged along. It was a pleasant surprise as I didn’t expect them to come to the Hideout at all.
Shuyin, Wendy, one goddamn lucky guy, Wanyi and Ting.
Any man would love to be in my position right then.
The name’s Bone. James Bone.
I was molested.
But I was satisfied.
12:00am
I returned to the Hideout with Wendy, Shuyin and Wanyi after a detour to the nearby kopitiam grabbing something to eat. By then, most casual patrons there have vacated the place and the only people left are people who know each other.
Perhaps the only regret I have of that night was that the whole thing felt like a birthday party. You know how when you invite people from work, from Uni, from secondary school, your relatives, and so on to your party. You know all these people but they don’t know one another. So you’re running around making small talks and trying not to make anyone feel left out, dividing your time equally between each group of friends that you have.
Kenny: “And its all your fault.”
Wendy: “What my fault. Your head ah!”
That’s how I felt that night. I didn’t have a chance to hold a decent conversation with anyone. But you get that, I guess.
1:30am
mr brown pretended he didn’t know, but he was sitting on Mr Miyagi’s right hand.
Wendy, Shuyin and Wanyi left for Partyworld KTV. I thought of joining them but I have singing voice that could close down a karaoke joint and put them out of business. So I decided to stay back and hang out with the rest till Belinda chased us out with a broom.
We were having supper at Shah Alam Restaurant when we saw a fight broke out between two groups of people. One side, armed with broken bottles and pool cues chased the other down the alley. It was like a scene out of Young and Dangerous, only starring Singaporean Ah Bengs.
Look! The girl in front is wearing Nothing!
Download fight video here.
2:30am
I waited 20 minutes for Janice to turn up to no avail. By then Wendy had already sent me multiple death threats for making her wait at the KTV. So I excused myself and made my way down to Partyworld KTV in Orchard. Ting and Janice joined us a little later.
Guess which one is Janice’s leg?
I can’t sing for the life of me. Everytime I sing, clouds turn gray, birds fall off the skies, and babies start crying for no reason.
Shuyin fell asleep singing.
But damn, those girls can sing! God knows why they invited me to ruin their otherwise nice KTV session.
I stayed till 6am that night. When I got back to Hotel 81 (alone, mind you) the receptionist said she was about to report me to the police for failing to turn up. Regardless, I was thoroughly entertained. I had tons of fun. So you ask, how the hell did I still manage to have fun when I couldn’t sing for shit?
Well…
That’s why. 😉
Seeking My Hideout
Saturday. 25th June. 10:30am. The coach I was on had only just departed Puduraya bus station en route to Singapore.
KL contrast – old buildings with the twin towers as the backdrop
My Singapore trip was more or less decided on an impulse, having just booked my hotel room the day before I was supposed to leave (a grave mistake as I found out later). I made some really close friends from across the border, so I thought while I was in Peninsular Malaysia, why not make a detour down to Singapore to pay them a visit? There’s a list of people I was hoping to meet, though I didn’t want to let them know ‘cos I was secretly planning to give them a surprise.
So I told Scarlett Ting, who was supposed to mastermind a dinner with Finicky Feline (FF) and some others, where I’d appear out of nowhere and give her the shock of her lives. Ting came up with that evil plan, and I loved it.
Slept at 4am the night before thanks to nuovo.
Apple Lim knew too. But that’s fine ‘cos she’s always been very indepedant and I know she wouldn’t be telling anyone else.
Then I told minishorts, which I thought was ok since she’s Malaysian. Wrong. Within 15 seconds, she sent a message Mr Miyagi-san, who then told mr brown, who then relayed their phone numbers and a time to meet back to me almost immediately. Darn that minishorts.
Someone else I wanted to surprise is Wendy Cheng. The night before I was supposed to leave for KL, I hinted her that I was coming down. She demanded that I come down. So I told the blog princess my plans.
At this point, I’d like to iterate although I was portrayed as a casanova, our relationship is definitely not a romantic one. But telling you that kinda spoils half the fun. So pretend you didn’t read this message.
So as I was making myself comfortable for that 5-hour coach trip, I suddenly realised one thing… I SUCK AT GIVING SURPRISES.
Can you see Singapore’s neh neh pok?
Anyway, I didn’t make any appointment with any of them because I want to stay flexible, so a lot of our meet-ups were improvised and impromptu. I thought that as soon as I arrived in Singapore at around 4pm, I should be able to meet with Wendy for some chit-chat, dinner with mr brown and Miyagi around 7pm, Ting and FF at Wala Wala around 9pm, then finish the night with Apple at Devils Bar around midnight. Everyone goes home happy.
Wishful thinking, Kenny. Stop planning your schedule like a 3-year-old.
I was sleeping on the coach when I was interrupted by this message from mr brown.
“Actually, I am lyin on my back without my shirt on, listen to cool David Tao music on my iPod, while getting my monthly facial with my wife. So metro, right?”
brown = ‘metrosexual’? Suddenly I have this image of a half-naked mrbrown forming in my head.
“I’m lying on my back without my shirt on, Kenny…. Come draw me.”
I continued the rest of my journey holding vomit in my mouth.
When I arrived at the Golden Mile Complex on Beach Rd, Wendy gave me a call and said something along the lines of “I don’t want to meet you anymore” , Miyagi said he’ll call me at 8pm to meet at the Hideout, Ting said to meet at 8pm (as well) at Wala Wala, and Apple was holed up in some place far far away called Tampenis.
Worse still, when I checked into Hotel 81 in Chinatown later that day, the receptionist told me they’re fully booked and my reservation didn’t went through. Nabeh. Just ‘cos my surname is SIA doesn’t mean you all can go fly aeroplane on me.
Boat Quay.
6pm. Orchard Rd. Ting messaged me back after I asked her to try to convince FF to meet at the Hideout instead. Then at least, I get to meet brown and Miyagi together with them. Scarlett Ting tried, but the Feline’s flawless cat sense managed to see right through her. My attempt to surprise FF: FAILED. At least she agreed to go to the Hideout at 8pm. Good.
7pm. Orchard Rd. Still no word from the princess, though I knew she wouldn’t want to turn up at the Hideout. At the back of my mind though, I was secretly hoping she’d use her brand spanking new Zouk card on me. That is, after my excursion to Hideout.
Raffles Place skyline. Taken while I was talking to Miyagi on the phone.
8pm. Raffles Place Stock Exchange. Ting advised me to alight at Raffles Place MRT to go to the Hideout. She’s still at home. Miyagi just got home after work. Brown was at church. I thought the princess was angry at me ‘cos I still don’t know what her plans were.
I walked around the nice pubs at Boat Quay and Circular Road trying to look for the Hideout to no avail. Obviously they’re not called the Hideout for no reason. That is, until Muthu from Shahbucks showed me the way.
Can’t afford a Starbucks. So they started a Shahbucks.
8:45pm. The Hideout. Finally I’m at this place after hearing so much about it from the Singaporean bloggers. Old furniture in amongst maroon walls casually decorated by simple art pieces. Jazzy music playing in the background. Holy shit, its almost exactly the same as Moon Cafe, my favourite late-night hangout place in Perth. Its like coming back to a familiar place after so long. I fell in love with the place almost instantly.
When I got there, it was still rather quiet, save for some really bad karaoke singer on the 2nd floor. I seated myself at the bar and ordered a pint of beer from Chris the bartender. “Hi, welcome to Hideout.”, Belinda took the seat next to me as she introduced herself as the owner. She didn’t know, but I recognised her.
Bel: “Is this your first time here? You’ve been here before right?”
Kenny: “No, it is my first time here.”
“Oh welcome. We don’t get many new visitors here ‘cos its so well-hidden. How did you find out about this place?”
“My friends told me about it actually.”
“That’s nice.” *reached over and passed me a namecard* “Here’s a card. There’s our website and I keep a blog there as well. Feel free to drop by and sign up for our spam list.”
“Spam list? That’s alright I’m not from Singapore actually.”
“Oh that’s fine. 🙂 What’s your name?”
“Kenny.”
“Hi Kenny. Bel.”
I know. 😉 Belinda walked around entertaining some of her patrons before she made an abrupt U-turn and came up to me again.
Belinda, that delectable owner of the HideOut. Gotta love the top she’s wearing that night.
“You don’t happen to be from Malaysia right?”
“I am.”
“Your surname don’t happen to be ‘Sia’ right?”
“It is.”
“Oh… my… ! You’re waiting for Ben (Miyagi’s real name) aren’t you?” *starts getting excited* “I was thinking what are the chances of someone not from Singapore, whose name is ‘Kenny’, coming to the Hideout!”
Not many. That’s why I was there that night, Belinda. 🙂
Anyway the time now is 4:30am and this entry is getting a bit longer than usual. There’s a lot more to write but I do need my sleep so I’ll continue my story tomorrow. Sorry for being such an anti-climax. Promise me you’ll check back hey?
That PPS 2nd Anniversary Bash
The Project Petaling Street 2nd Anniversary Bash was held at Charlie’s Place, a little old bohemian Western restaurant next to an art gallery, located not far from KL’s Masjid Jamek.
I arrived at Charlie’s Place fashionably late – literally – when the hairdresser I was with turned my haircut from a 45 minute job to a 1.5 hour affair. 8:30pm and the place was already bustling with bloggers. Random bloggers and readers greeted me and I shook hands with them as I made my way into the restaurant to order my food and to introduce myself to Aizuddin Danian, the selfless owner of the PPS blog portal and host of the event.
A typical conversation at the bloggers meet-up went something like this.
Blogger: “HEYYYYYYY…. Hello Kenny Sia!”
Kenny: “Ummm… hi!” *scans for name tag*
Blogger: “Its me, my name is HunnyWunnyBunnyKins [or some other obscure online nicknames]. Remember?”
Kenny: “Oh! Hi! Yea yea, I remember you! You commented before. How you doing?”
*Repeat process with 20 other bloggers*
This being my first bloggers meet-up, I was very lost until I was spotted by Niki Cheong, an old friend from my involvment with Curtin University Student Guild some 3 years ago, and a rather well-known journalist himself. Thanks for the beer, Niki.
I know. Stop saying that we look like twins in this pic. Or worse, gay couple.
Its a different excitement having people commented on my entries to me face to face. A lot of people liked my Datuknametoolongitis entry. Few sent me their condolences and letting me know they cried reading what I wrote about my father (sorry!). Then there are those who told me the results they got from my ‘Which Malaysian Blogger Are You?’ personality test. Its all very interesting.
After the initial frenzy cleared up I began to spot some more notable faces in the crowd.
minishorts, Dave “Itchyhands”, Freckled Adam PeterPan, some guy I never met in my entire life, and KinkyPug Kevin
minishorts is indeed totally hot. Don’t be fooled by her sweet smile and good looks, ‘cos if anyone rubbed her the wrong way she has a tongue sharper than Gilette Mach3 blades that will not hesitate cutting you up into a million pieces. As a resident PPS crawler, she knows almost everyone at the venue. That girl’s social network is bigger than the whole freakin’ Internet, baby.
Whoa! Check out minishorts’ boobies custom-made top!
Niki introduced me to Adam, whom I recogised from JoyceTheFairy’s blog. Adam is also a host for 8TV. Too bad I don’t know what show he’s presenting ‘cos I don’t get 8TV here in Kuching. Otherwise I’d be squealing like a little girl having her first orgasm.
KinkyBlueFairy. Neither kinky, nor blue – but definitely a fairy.
Award for most glamourous babe of the night goes to Joyce ‘The Fairy’ Wong of kinkybluefairy fame, who came sashaying in with her red top, short skirt, sleek L.A.M.B bag in tow. Wow. Joce is the kind of photographer that looks fabulous behind the lens and in front of it.
ShaolinTiger aka Shaolin Harimau aka Shao Lin Lau Hu – arguably Malaysia’s favourite expat blogging geek. He’s the co-founder of security-forums.com
Nolah I’m not as tall as ShaolinTiger – he was sitting down and I was standing up. I am damn ashamed to say that this guy is more Malaysian than I am, right down to him speaking with a perfect Malaysian accent.
Fip, Kenny, Nessa Yeo and Lainie Yeoh.
Are they as excited to see me as I was to see them or what? I’ve been following Lainie’s blog way before I started blogging. Hilarity is guaranteed almost everytime Fip or Nessa is featured. Those girls are so naughty you can’t help but to fall in love with them.
Fip said she couldn’t help but to stare at my crotch. Coming from a lesbian, I find that comment very flattering. 😉
Nessa Yeo is hot. You probably can’t tell because everything she’s in front of the camera, she’s either making silly faces or flashing her ass-ets in front of me. Hands down, the wildest 16-year-old I’ve ever met – seen it all, done it all, even had a song written about her.
RSF Award-winning Jeff Ooi needs no introduction.
Check it out – its the little bird and the big bird! In that order, of course.
Reta, who has been reading since wayyyyyyyyyy beginning.
Jolene, who posted 3 (count it, THREE) photos of my butt on her site. The devil! What is it with women and their obsession with men’s butt?
I was elated to see Jolene ‘cos I thought she’s not gonna turn up. The SarongPartyGirl news in local media indirectly caused her conservative parents to think that blogging could lead to their daughter baring her titties on the internet. That and other reasons almost forced her to stop blogging altogether. Silly right?
David Teoh all the way from Melbourne. Visit his blog for awe-inspiring photography.
I’ll forever remember him more as ‘That guy who made me a millionaire playing BlogShares’.
Peter Tan (not to be confused with Peter Pan), the most heart-warming Malaysian blogger on two wheels.
I’ve chatted with Peter on numerous occasions. He’s the classic example of how blogging changes one’s life and one’s outlook on life. Its difficult not to like this guy because everything about him is so positive. I have to admit seeing that smile on his frail face reminded me of someone of my past. Eat a little more, Peter.
HB, one of the pioneers in the Malaysian blogosphere.
This is Huai Bin (HB), also from Kuching, whom I mentioned numerous times before on my blog. Later that night, he cheekily asked “We’re gonna do some K, wanna join us?”. I felt like replying “Nah its alright you can go ahead. I’m not very good at singing Karaoke!”
I know Suanie has been looking forward to this gathering like no tomorrow.
Suanie hugged me countless time throughout the night. As you can see, I was very shocked.
Quote from her site:
“I WANNA HUMP THEM LIKE MAD DOGS! … I’m going to have wet sweet dreams tonight.”
Scary.
FireAngel used the word ‘fuck’ a lot in her blog. Too bad she didn’t say the same thing to me.
I swear I was molested by sultry FireAngel that night too. (no link to her blog, sorry) Her over-reaction cracked me up.
Quote: “HUAI BIN AND KENNY! OMG! TOO CUTE IN REAL LIFE! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE TAKE ME! I’ll BE GOOD! I’ll DO ANYTHING!!!!!!! PROMISE! OMG I CAN’T STOP GRINNING EVERYTIME I THINK ABOUT THEM OR MENTION THEIR NAMES! TOO CUTE IT’S SINFUL! WHY CAN’T THEY HAVE A TWIN!!!!! WHYYYYYYYYY! ARGHHHHHHHHH!”
Scary!
Amanda, whom I got to know through Jolene. And ShaolinTiger in the background pretending as if he didn’t know we’re taking a photo.
There’s a lot more photos but I’ll try not to kill my server’s bandwidth, especially after I freshly upgraded it. Feel free to click on the links here.
The more formal part of the evening was the PPS Blog Awards ceremony. Mack Zulkifli was made the MC of the night, and he was such a natural entertainer. He did a fantastic job electrifying the crowd.
Don’t be fooled by the seriousness of his blog. This man has charisma.
Quote of the Night goes to TV Smith: “And the nominees for PPS Ping of the Year are… Sarong Party Girl: My left boob is bigger than my right boob.”
I presented Simon with the Neophyte Blog of the Year award. Jeff Ooi added the Ping of the Year award to his collection. Damn that bastard. If it weren’t for that Anwar dude commenting on his entry he wouldn’t even have appeared on newspaper and won! What did he do to deserve that award?! ABSOLUTELY NOTHING! This is so unfair I deserve to win that award and I was robbed, I tell you. ROBBED! Congratulations Jeff.
I snagged the Blog of the Year award. My balls are now officially huge.
I’m glad the shirt fits, ‘cos my balls sure aren’t gonna fit into my pants.
To those of you who thought that I went back to my hotel with my ‘groupies’. Nah, it didn’t happen. 🙂 I have my witnesses.
That’s how Malaysia’s largest blogger meet to date ended. It was a great night and I totally enjoyed meeting the 60 over bloggers and non-bloggers alike that were in attendance. Credit once again to PPS owner Aizuddin for bringing together and truly defining the Malaysian blogosphere. Without him, none of these would have happened.
When a cockroach mischievously crawled up her knee, Xav climbed all the way up the bartop.
Such diversity of people in the blogosphere. Blogs are the word-of-mouth of the 21st century, and I say it never looked so good.
So, seen anyone you fancy in the Malaysian blogosphere? 😉
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Next up, Kenny ventured deep into the dark alleys of Singapore, joined a gang, and became one with The ‘Hood
Think twice before you cross two of the baddest rappers of Singapore – 50 Seng and Snoop Doggy Cow.
Peace, duuuuuudddddeeee!
The Travel Diaries
Last Thursday morning I flew to Kuala Lumpur to attend the Project Petaling Street 2nd Anniversary gathering. I haven’t been to KL since late 2003 and it appears that some things never change.
Like how when I walked through the gates of the arrival hall, I was immediately greeted by a group of middle-aged men posing as taxi drivers calling me ‘Boss!’, ‘Leng Chai!’ as they made noisy kissing sounds at me. Somehow I felt it was not because they love my blog.
Despite being mildly irritated, I asked one of them if he could take me to my hotel in downtown KL for RM35 – the cost of an express train ticket. Since there were two other girls sharing the taxi, he agreed and thanked me profusely all the way from Sepang to KL. Apparently life for a taxi driver has been difficult ever since toll prices increased.
The uncle went out of his way to make me feel comfortable, going so far as to change his CD from Hindi music to Britney Spears. Frankly speaking I’d rather listen to his Hindi music collection.
Dorsett Regency is a great hotel. Its relatively cheap, their rooms are very clean and they are a lot more spacious than most 5-star hotels out there. Its also located smack in the middle of Star Hill next to luxurious hotels like The Ritz Carlton and JW Marriot, at a fraction of their cost. I’d definitely consider staying there again next time I drop by KL.
Perhaps the only bad thing about Dorsett is that their housekeeping staff have the tendency to just enter your room without knocking. There’s a couple of times I neglected to hang the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign outside my door, and their staff barged in on me with nothing but my red boxers. Very embarrassing.
That, and the fact that they got my surname wrong.
Nabeh! Kenny Sai your head. Might as well call me Kenny Shit.
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Next up, the PPS 2nd Anniversary Bash, and the “I Wanna Hump Kennysia” phenomenon.
Everyone now. Awwww….. (Photo credit: Kimberly Low of kimberlycun.blogspot.com)
Getting Back Into The Routine
I’m back.
956 photos.
535 megabytes.
5 days.
4 nights.
3 bags.
2 countries.
1 man stupid enough to do it all.
… And he’s the proud owner of this T-shirt.
I finally arrived home safely after what can only be described as my most memorable trip to Singapore and KL. To say I’m dog tired is an understatement. All I need right now is my bed.
Blogging? Not now man, not now.
For photos, words, photos, gossips, videos, scandals, and photos, you might have to wait till tomorrow night. Bear with me yea?