Hari Raya matters more to me this year compared to previous years. To my Muslim friends, it marks the end of Ramadhan.

Woke up this morning to find myself 3kg less than I was 3 days ago.

To me, it marks the end of my Detox Diet. Woohooooo!

This is Aileen, who generously invited me to her Raya open house.
I knew Aileen from way back. We kinda lost touch for a while, and now she’s an English teacher working in Johor. She told me once that one of her Form 3 students reads kennysia.com. Ehhh… my blog is not educational material ok!

I like going to Aileen’s place for open house because she always prepares gastronomical amount of yummy Malay/Indian food.

This is chicken korma, a mild curry made with yoghurt, cream and nuts.

This dish is super-tasty and oh-so-sinfully oily. The lamb curry is easily my favourite dish from the buffet table, and I don’t even like lamb.

Red chicken curry, or rendang, or masak merah, or whatever. I’ll be honest. I couldn’t differentiate between the different types of Malay dishes.

It’s not everyday you get to see kids in songkok dancing to the tunes of Siti on DVD singing live in Albert Hall.

Having been away for so many years, I forgot how beautiful the Malay culture is. Even back home, I live in the Chinese-dominated Kuching South and seldom get the chance to know many Malay friends. It’s fulfulling in a way watching friends and families coming together celebrating Raya.
These are Aileen’s friends, Amy and Cecilia.

I always thought Malay clothes look like pyjamas, but everyone at Aileen’s place look so fabulous in lustrous traditional Malay clothing. I actually felt out-of-place with my shirt and jeans.

This is Aileen’s cousin Amy. She’s the only finalist from Sarawak in the 3rd season Akademi Fantasia (Malay language version of an Idol-format singing competition). Gotta love her purple-coloured baju kurung.
I went home after spending a good 2 hours at Aileen’s place. I was full after two rounds at the buffet table, each time filling my plate to the brim with nasi briyani topped with delicious curry. You can’t blame me for being such a glutton though. I hadn’t touch meat for 3 days!

Crap.

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MATTA is an association for Tour and Travel Agents in Malaysia, and the MATTA Fair is a twice-a-year expo where travel agents get to sell air tickets and tour packages at some ridiculously low price. Theoretically anyway.

I popped by the Matta Fair earlier yesterday to book my tickets to Perth. A return air ticket to Perth costs me RM1500 (tax inclusive), which wasn’t as cheap as I hoped its gonna be. They were going out for less than RM1000 last year.

Most European and American destinations are about RM3,000 after tax which means I can pretty much forget about my European backpacking dream. There are some extremely good deals at the fair though. Phuket is RM608, and Hong Kong is just disgustingly cheap at RM708 return.

I almost laid down the deposit to fly my ass to Hong Kong next January, but I realised I won’t be able to afford accomodation over there. Cheapest I could find is a 3-star hotel that costs almost RM250 a night in Kowloon. Bloody expensive ok?
Anyone have any suggestions on accomodation in HK that does not involve a cardboard and the sidewalk?

Tourism Malaysia had a nice booth, but it was the Singapore Tourism Board who showed up at the fair in full force, along with their flat plasma screens and the works. Too bad the only thing they seem to be promoting is everyone’s favourite budget hotel chain.

Man, I can’t wait for my two dreadful projects to finish. I got two getaways penned down in October: a trip to Shanghai early October to visit Furong Jiejie for business (let’s hope they don’t ban kennysia.com in China), and then onto Perth on the 13th October to visit friends and family. So tired from overworking right now I’d prostitute myself to get me out of the office.

Nothing beats a well-deserved holiday after 3 continuous days of slaving yourself 16 hours straight at work.

This is a much delayed recap of the Bloggers.SG Singapore Bloggers Convention that happened 2 weeks ago. Delayed because you-know-I-know-what-happened lah.

Tomorrow in the Sunday Times. Pun not intended.

Remember when I wrote about what I thought the bloggers convention would be like?
I have to say – I didn’t initally plan on attending the convention at all. My previous trip to Singapore before then was merely 3 weeks ago, and sadly my bank account experienced a severe drought after that trip. No money, can’t do anything.
That was, until the venerable mr brown dropped me an official invitation, compliments of SHINE, asking me to attend the convention on behalf of the Malaysian blogosphere. Jeff Ooi and minishorts were invited as well, but too bad they had to turn it down. Sucks, because they didn’t know what they missed out on.

So anyway, on Friday the 15th July, I flew from Kuching to Johor Bahru via AirAsia (saving some RM500 in the process) and took a ‘Smiling Bus’ down to Singapore. Meanwhile, I sent a message to mr brown asking him which Hotel 81 branch I was supposed to be staying at.
mr brown: “We’re putting you at the Swissotel at Stamford, man. Its near City Hall MRT and just next to Raffles City Shopping Centre.”
Kenny: “THE SWISSOTEL? You’re kidding right? Too generous, mb!”
mr brown: “No worries, man. Its peanuts to us.”

I asked for a hotel and they put me in heaven.

Can I just say, Swissotel is the bomb.

Let me say that again. Swissotel is THE BOMB.

Talk about getting a total VIP treatment. The room was spacious, the interior decor was tasteful done and the harbour view on the 43rd floor is simply spectacular.

Giant fly hiding underneath the surface of Singapore, waiting for the right time to lay the smack down on those puny humans.

There’s nothing like going to bed with the city’s night lights, and waking up to sunny Singapore skyline. Meanwhile, minishorts is in KL ,sacrificing her weekend, pulling her hair out, desperately trying to finish her projects.

When I opened to door to my balcony, I finally understood why SPG prefered hotels over HDBs.

My Friday night was spent catching up with chio bu Apple Lim at Orchard, and having a few rounds with Big Fuck, Postmaster General and the very beautiful Linda Chia at The Hideout.

Saturday. 16th July 2005.
The day of the convention.
I foolishly underestimated the time required to travel from City Hall to Woodlands and arrived at the Woodlands Regional Library 30 minutes late – completely missing out on XiaXue‘s presentation.
I tried to reason with her. But she obviously wasn’t too happy about it.

It was also there at the morning session that I finally came face to face with the great mighty Zeus himself.
The blogging workshop presented by XiaXue, mr brown and Preetam was aimed towards would-be bloggers who wished to know how to get one started, and also to parents and teachers who might not know much about the blogging phenomenon.

The atmosphere was a bit lecture-ish for my liking, but I reckon the presenters were all very professional and effective in getting the message across. Take into account mr brown was ill, and Wendy didn’t sleep till 4am in the morning. I prefer their style of presentation here compared to their afternoon session actually. The three of them certainly did a good job dispelling the myths and paranoia the elder generation have towards blogging. My only regret was that my anti-blog mom wasn’t there to listen to it.

When that’s over, its another 45 minutes from Woodlands all the way back to the Esplanade.
Our conversation in the car went something like this.
Wendy: I very tired leh. I slept at 4 in the morning.
Wendy: *yak yak yak…*
Wendy: Can I sleep in the car? I sleep the car hor.
Wendy: *yak yak yak yak yak yak yak…*
Wendy: Are we there yet?
Wendy: *yak yak yak…*
Wendy: So tired… wanna sleep…
Wendy: *yak yak yak yak yak…*
Kenny: Aren’t you supposed to be sleeping?

The DXO Nightclub was the perfect location for hosting the Bloggers.SG Convention. I shudder to think what it would be like if the organizers stuck to their original plan and held it at the library instead. I think the organizers wanted a casual and relaxed environment without it being too distracting for the panelists talking on the dancefloor, and DXO certainly did that for them.

I’m also very impressed by the level of security provided courtesy of the Singaporean Army. I think the Singaporean government must have understood how us bloggers were putting our lives at risk by congregating in such a concentrated venue. Hey, you never knew if some anti-blog lunatic was gonna turn up and threaten to blow us bloggers all into smithereens. With machinegun-toting army men surrounding our perimeter, I see little chance of that happening.

Upon arrival, I was introduced to the many other volunteers and organizers of the event, some I heard of, like Agagoogaa, Tinker Tailor; some I read, like Barffie. These are elves working hard behind-the-scenes ensuring the convention ran as smoothly as possible. I was pleasantly surprised by their enthusiasm and the dedication they put into this project, like its their baby. They absolutely do not want anything to go wrong with it.
Outside, a line was already forming.

2pm. Doors opened. Within moments the entire venue was buzzing with bloggers, blog readers, and media people alike. Before I knew it, there were camera flashes going everywhere, people saying “That’s Kenny!”, and a few even asked me for my autograph. There are people who told me which of my past entries they like best. The euphoria I experienced at that moment was indescribable. I’m just a normal Kuching boy, but I felt like a celebrity!

Thanks Owen.

It was still a little difficult to get used to. People were taking photos of me standing up, sitting down, scratching my balls doing nothing. Everything I do sure kena scrutinised one.

Its a press conference style set-up. Panelists talk on stage whilst an irc chat projected on the big screen was running in the background.

I must have done around 4-5 interviews that day alone. I had another opportunity to talk to Straits Times reporter Melissa Lwee, who I remember as the person who once called me on IDD, conducted an interview with me for one whole hour, then wrote only TWO sentences on me when the story finally came out.

Huh? What’s this… IBM PC thing you’re talking about?

mr brown hosted a large chunk of the afternoon talking about the Singaporean blogosphere in general and the little blogging communities were all given a chance to introduce themselves. I chipped in there and talked about how similar the make-up of the Malaysian and Singaporean blogospheres are, and finished my spiel plugging Project Petaling Street.

Kenny: “So, that’s all… any questions?”
Girl #1: *raise hand* “Will you marry me?”
Kenny: “…”
Girl #2: *raise hand* “Can you show us your Dickonosaurus?”
Kenny: “!!!”
Singaporean girls are very very friendly.

The technology and law portions of the talk unfortunately weren’t as engaging, but at least the ladies on the floor had fun watching Mr Miyagi and lawyer Tan Min Liang. By then, some of the audience had already gone to the back and mingle around with friends or play with remote-controlled tanks on the 2nd floor. Rest assured, they all rushed back when they heard the bellydancers are about to perform.

The Bloggers.SG Convention successfully drew to a close with a very impressive display of fireworks over the Singapore River, proudly sponsored by the Singaporean government. I think that’s to signify the “explosive impact” Singaporean bloggers have made within the country and around the world.

The evening was more of a casual chat and mingle session where the bloggers have a chance to bond over alcohol and get to know each other a little better. For me, I just enjoyed finally putting names to the faces.

With mr brown

Carrie and Adri are proof that life is unfair. If life is fair, these two sweet-looking girls wouldn’t be lesbians. Therefore, life is unfair.
[Edit: mb just informed me that Carrie is straight. Life is fair again.]
And if you haven’t yet realised, portions of this entry were fictionalised. I’m sure you’re smart enough to figure that out right?

With Carrie and Adrianna of popagandhi.com

For many many other photos, click here.
The Singaporean blogosphere ought to be congratulated for successfully holding their first ever Bloggers convention. I reckon they all did a wonderful job. I take my hats off to them, and they took their tops off for me.
Hope to be back soon, Singapore. Thanks for the mammaries!

I finally managed to compile the video clips I took from the Miss Tourism Pageant 2005 preview show and made it into a videoblog. Its a little long – 30 minutes to be precise.
You would need a player capable of playing WMV files, eg. Windows Media Player. Do let me know if you run into any technical issues and I’ll look into it.

Highlights of the clip include:

– The opening dance.
– Miss Pakistan‘s excellent Bollywood dance “Sharara-Sharara”.
– Miss Singapore‘s “Rolling Dog” Aikido demo.
– Miss Malaysia‘s FULL 5-minute-long rendition of the song “Zombie”.
– The FULL cocktail dress parade.
– The crowning of Miss Damai.

I understand the file is a bit large, so I’ll split the file into small downloadable pieces later. Check back this evening if that’s what you prefer. 🙂

What are you waiting for?
Download Miss Tourism Pageant VideoBlog [128MB]: here. (down) or
here.
Complete Videoblog now available for download here.

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I heard of the Rainforest World Music Festival amidst all its media hype, but I never bothered much about it. That is, until every second friend I have pestered me with questions like “Ehh… are you going to rainforest?”
I thought they meant jungle trekking.

The music festival attracted a lot of hippies. Not sure why Sunsilk sponsored this event since hippies don’t usually wash their hair anyway.

The Rainforest World Music Festival is an event that brings together traditional cultural musicians from all over the world. It is held at the Sarawak Cultural Village, itself a living museum amid lush rainforest located some 30 minutes away from the hustle and bustle of Kuching city.
Cultural performances usually bore me to tears, but I was curious when I learnt that people were coming from Miri, KL and even overseas just to attend this cultural bullshit.

The beer ran out, so Joyce started to nibble on the can.

Joyce the Fairy, whom I met at the PPS Bash, was one of those who flew to Kuching to see me to join in on the fun. She was here on an unapproved business trip, taking photos of the event for the magazine she was working for.
I wanted to catch up with her ‘cos we’ve met too briefly in KL. Besides, I wanted to witness for myself her acclaimed alcohol drinking prowess.

The audience pretends to be interested.

The afternoon workshops at the RWMF weren’t particularly interesting. There were three classes running simultaneously at the different auditoriums around the village. Most of the time the musicians were trying in vain explaining aspects of their music. Too bad the audiences just wanted to hear music / don’t give two hoots about their instruments / don’t fooking understand what the hell they’re talking about.
Seriously, their accents are so bad they make characters in The Sims sound like English teachers.

Sarong Party Boy sighted in Kuching.

The Colombian musicians are slightly more entertaining. For some odd reason, they would get so excited hitting their drums, they would start stripping, jump around madly, chase all the girls, and justify it by calling it ‘the Colombian dance’.

Kinky Blue Fairy goes to work.

I find this Polish Celtic band called Shannon more suited to my musical taste. Its Irish music pumped up with drum and bass – think ‘Riverdance’. Its very unique. Check out the video clips I took here or here.

I really wanted to get their CD, but the frickin’ thing costs RM75. Heck, I don’t care how much I like their music, but to charge someone RM75 for a CD is blatant abuse, man. Just ‘cos Sarawak has lots of trees doesn’t mean our money grows on trees.

There’s a break between the afternoon shows and the evening’s major concert, so I joined Joyce and her mates by the beach to catch the sunset.

“ARGH! My face is stuck onto the camera! HELP!”

Joyce is such a social butterfly and a lot of people she hang around here are from the local media, arts and music scene. I swear she bumped into more people she knows than I did, and I’m supposed to be from Sara-bloody-wak dammit!

Joyce, Shal and Brandon. The innocent looking bottle on the sand was actually filled with Evil Joyce’s Malibu.

As soon as I was introduced to him, Brandon recognised me and asked “You’re that guy who blogs, right?”
Shal Sagan was a little quiet. She’s a talented singer/songwriter from Kuching who recently released her alternative rock debut album “A Special Note”. It should be available at Tower Records now, so go check her out if you’re into that genre of music.

Drunk people fooling around. I think they forgot the ‘woman’ was supposed to be the one ‘blowing’, not the other way round.

The Village turned into a rather dodgy place by the time we returned. There were lots drunk people loitering around, some even smoking weed joints out in the open. It definitely wasn’t a very family-friendly place, despite the fact that it was a government-organised cultural event and that children were allowed into the area.

The musical performances for the early part of the evening was fairly forgettable, but amazingly the crowd was HOT – both figuratively and literally speaking. It was a rare sight for a place like Kuching where major staged events were far and few in between.
The crowd bought the whole act and they were crazy throughout the night like it was some sort of rock concert or rave party (replace DJ with American folk music and you get the idea). The atmosphere was simply awesome.
Download crowd video here.

The Yelemba drummers from Ivory Coast at the end just stole the whole frickin’ show away. I’m still amused at how they can make the mad rush to the toilet seems so interesting.
Download Ivory Coast dummers’ video here.

I don’t know if that’s meant to be a tiger or a bumble bee.

By the time I parted with Joyce she had already consumed more than ten cans of drink, only two of those were non-alcoholic. Yet, that woman fairy was still sober. She must be right – fairies run on alcohol.
The show ended at around 12:30am. It was definitely an entertaining evening, but the rowdy and sometimes unruly crowd wasn’t what I expected. I wonder how many girls emerged that night ungroped and unscathed. Still, I appreciate the performers who dedicate their life and soul preserving and sharing their cultural music with us.
But hey, at the end of the day, people enjoyed themselves and if there’s a similar event next year you’d definitely see me there.
Other people writing about the RWMF:
– Joyce the Fairy [Kuala Lumpur] has tons of pictures.
– This So Called Life was amused.
– Arthur [Miri] gave it 10/10.
– Irene [Kuching] was disappointed.
– Michelle @ syntaxfree [Singapore] looks forward to next year’s.

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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!