This entry is getting too long but its 4am now and I need my sleep, so I just snipped it in half. I’ll post up Part 1 today and Part 2 tomorrow. Keep in mind that I’m on semi-hiatus now and I’m not gonna put a lot of effort on my entries till my project is over. There won’t be much lameass jokes or photoshopped pictures to spice up kennysia.com so apologies in advance.
Until then, please bear with me. 🙂
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There’s been a commotion going on in the blogosphere lately involving some of my friends.
It all started when F (a Malaysian living in Singapore) posted a harsh-but-true entry on why she thinks Singapore is a better country to live in compared to Malaysia. Around the same time, X (a Singaporean living in Singapore) posted an entry after her unpleasant trip to Kuala Lumpur. This in turn resulted in a barrage of equally harsh counterattacks on both F and X by some irate KL residents, including M (a Malaysian living in Malaysia), V (a Malaysian living in the UK) and S (a UK tiger living in Malaysia).
Coincidentally, a few days later, two of the above people had their period. While all these is happening, I (a Malaysian with an Australian permanent residency living in Malaysia who likes Singapore but wants to live in Perth until he’s ready to settle down in Kuching when he’s older) wisely chose not say anything because when it was so close to National Day tensions ran high. And besides, hell hath no fury like female bloggers with PMS.
As a result, a lot of people were left wondering which side of the fence I’m sitting on. For the record, I’d spoken to X before she posted that entry and I know what exactly she’s trying to say. I’m not offended. I know for a fact she means no malice, though I have to admit the way she wrote it left the door wide open for misintepretation. But when M, V, S and many others took that piece of misinterpreted information as an insult to the city they resided in, I don’t know whose side it is to blame.
And frankly, I don’t care anymore because this whole thing is degenerating into a kindergarten mudslinging match quicker than I can say “Stop fighting, children!”
Attempts on my part at trying to reconcile the two usually resulted in inspirational conversations like this over MSN.
(note: not actual conversations and words are grossly exagerrated.)
M: your friend X is a bitch.
K: oh come on. she was just writing about her trip.
M: how can you say that? don’t tell me you weren’t offended by what she wrote!
K: i’m not. it’s a fact she was molested, she got cheated and she had an overall bad experience.
M: well YOU TELL HER there are other ways to approach the situation than to ridicule the whole of KL. she could have written in a more polite manner than to dish out insults against the whole KL! do u think that’s ok? i live in KL and i’m offended!
K: but but but…!
Later in the day.
X: your friend S is dumb.
K: I think if you changed the title of that entry from “KL pretty much sucked” to “My KL trip pretty much sucked” you could’ve saved yourself from a lotta trouble.
X: that is not the point Kenny! I did not even insult the WHOLE of Malaysia! I merely said the KL people I SAW were rude and these ppl took it so personally when they attacked me like i murdered their mothers! your friend M even called me a dog. do u think that’s ok? screw u kenny, i am so disappointed in you.
K: but but but…!
In Chinese, we call this situation “die die both ways.”
Still Sick
Since I cannot use my MC to excuse myself from work, I’m using my MC to excuse myself from blogging.
Normal blogging will resume as soon as I recover from my illnesses, and as soon as I cease getting whipped around by project deadlines tighter than Denise Keller’s arse.
Harap Maaf.
Sick
A mild fever, a leaky nose, a throbbing headache and a strange swell on my neck that hurts like hell when I turn my neck.
I’m sick and I feel like shit. *^#$%#$@%!
Localbrand T-Shirts
Check out what I got in the mail over the weekend.
It’s a package from Mr Turodrique Fuad, all the way from sunny Singapore. I picked them up from the post office last Saturday.
Look at THAT. Localbrand T-shirts in the mail! Thank you, Turodrique!
If you haven’t heard of Localbrand you probably haven’t been following news from the blogosphere much. Localbrand is a Singaporean-based dare-to-be-different fashion label that launched into limelight earlier this year when they created newswaves by appointing blogger XiaXue as their brand Ambassador.
Localbrand T-shirts are known for their interesting designs and their fondness in using a T-shirt as a media platform to convey subtle messages. They are about non-conformity. They are about self-awareness. They are about the Asian way of life.
These are new designs from Localbrand’s latest collection and Turodrique is nice enough to send me some samples. I’m happy because this is the first time I get something compliments of a fashion label as a result of my blog. 🙂 Besides, it makes my balls grow large knowing I’m the first person in Kuching to own these new Localbrand T-shirts.
To show Localbrand my appreciation, I took these shameless photos of myself posing so they can include them in their new catalogue. Yes Turodrique, you can use these photos free of charge without making me into a brand ambassador or something. Nah, don’t mention it. Heh heh heh.
The t-shirts are really comfy! None of those Giordano bullcrap. These are definitely quality threads. I wear Localbrand with pride so I’m a member of Elite, inc. (And stop staring at my tit.)
Here, I tried to an act-cool while professing my undying love for Annabel Chong.
Alright, enough shilling from me. If you know what’s good for you, go get yourself a Localbrand T-shirt NOW.
How My Sister Found Out My Blog
Its nice to get an e-mail from Karen Cheng out of the blue today.
Karen is an artist and young mother from Perth. She’s an avid blogger and her blog chronicles her daily life, especially her two little boys. Do check out her blog if you like to read about cute babies and stuff. Her site was nominated for the 2005 Bloggie Awards as the Best Designed Blog and its not difficult to see why.
If only Blogskin designers are willing to learn a thing or two from her, wars would end, birds would sing, George Bush would step down from presidency, and the world would be a much better place.
Karen worked in Singapore as an expat sometime before. I guess that’s why she follows the Singaporean blogosphere and that’s how she found out about my blog. What she didn’t know is that she’s friends with my sister from their Uni days. I knew about Karen Cheng because once my sis showed me Karen’s site, telling me she wanted a website like that for her two kids as well. She didn’t know I have a blog back then.
So one day, my sis was surfing Karen’s site for inspiration, clicking the links she had on her side bar when she encountered this post on Mr Miyagi’s site.
Sis: “Eh? What’s my brother doing in there?”
Talk about the worst possible way for a family member to find out your blog.
Joystick
Dine and David came back to Kuching all the way from Perth earlier this week. We met up for dinner just then and I cannot help but to be reminded of how much I miss Perth – the weather, the lifestyle, and most importantly the friends I have over there.
Kenny: “Hey you got a new phone! Same as mine.”
David: “Yep. Sony Ericsson K700.”
Kenny: “I got a lot of problems with my phone.”
David: “Like what?”
Kenny: “My joystick isn’t functioning.”
David: “Huh? Your… JOYSTICK isn’t functioning?”
Kenny: “Yeah.”
David: “…!”
Kenny: “NOT THAT JOYSTICK LAH!”
Today, I Am A Saint
The Borneo Post, page 4, on the 4th August 2005.
I just had a look at how much money we’ve raised so far and its only USD$550. Thanks to all the nice people here who have pledged their donation.
But frankly speaking I think that amount is pathetic. Between the six of us participants, we get about 10,000 daily visitors to our sites combined. If each of these visitors were to donate USD1, just USD1 (that’s RM3.70, the price of one plate of chicken rice), the volunteers at the Hospite-At-Home program would have enough funds to help the unfortunate for the next 5 years.
Anyway, the Blogathon for charity is in progress till 9pm today. Please head over to BloggersAreMorons.com. You can help keep us awake by telling us a joke or two, or something.
Ask Me Anything
kennysia.com was taken offline for about 4 hours Thursday night.
Hi,
We’ve had to block web access to your site due to high loads. Your site had over 900 connections simultaneously and was preventing other sites from functioning. Do you know why your site would get so much activity today?
If you have any further questions or experience any problems, please let us know. Thank you.
Regards,
xxx Thapa
System Engineer
Site5 Internet Solutions, Inc.
Thank you smart arse. The problem I’m experiencing is this – my website is down, and my question is – when will it be back up?
900+ actual people visiting my site at the same time? Impossible.
Maybe the whole of China decided to check out kennysia.com at the same time after hearing what I wrote about their beloved Furong Jiejie.
Or, maybe its the sealions who protested and launched a simultaneous attack on kennysia.com after I compared them to Furong Jiejie AND my readers continued to mistake them for walruses.
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Today is Blogathon day. There will be no updates on kennysia.com because I’ll be updating over at BloggersAreMorons.com.
Now here’s the deal. The six of us will be taking turns updating the site for 24 hours straight. I’m doing the graveyard shift.
Saturday night when everyone is out pubbing, I’ll be at home blogging.
I’ll be online from 1am to 5am, posting one entry every 30 minutes, blogging non-stop for 4 hours straight, all in the name of charity.
But here’s the problem: I have absolutely no freakin’ idea what to write AT ALL.
I know its for charity, but blogging continuously for 4 hours is crazy man. Its impossible to blog non-stop for 4 hours, its impossible to eat non-stop for 4 hours, its impossible to fuck non-stop for 4 hours. What the heck is there to write? I can’t even write ‘coconuts’ for 4 hours straight!
I’d rather watch them dance for 4 hours
So here’s what I’ll do. I’ve seen others did this before and it looks fun, so I’m copying the idea.
Ask me anything.
Here’s your chance to ask me absolutely anything you’d like to know about me, or anything else not related to me.
You can ask me about me, like “What’s your name?” (Kenny)
You can ask me about blogging. “Why do you blog?” (For the love of coconuts)
You can ask me about your relationship problems. “I like my bf a lot but he’s got a wife in Malaysia, a gf in Singapore, a mistress in Hong Kong, a sugarbaby in Africa, a gay partner in Holland, and he goes to Thailand 5 times a week. So how?” (Dump him)
You can ask me about my habits. “What’s your favourite position in bed?” (Lying on my back with the pillow underneath my head and the duvet covered all the way up to my neck.)
You can even ask me about your homework. “What is x + 1 integrated over 0 to 2?” (4)
Hopefully I’ll have enough content to last 8 posts in 4 hours until the sunrise.
Feel free to post your questions on my comment box or on the tag-board. So long as I see it I’ll answer it. Just to be fair, try to keep it reasonably clean (questions like “How long is your dickonosaurus?” will not be entertained) and stay within a maximum of three questions per person alright?
So ask me anything.
I’ll TRY to answer everything and put them the answers on BloggersAreMorons.com from 1am tonight. I might not have answers for all, I might even choose not to answer some (if I find it offensive or too personal). But at least you might find out a thing or two about me that you might not know, and who knows? I might even find out something about myself that I never realise. 🙂
Go ahead. Shoot me.
Aunty Susan
Thanks to the people who mailed me asking how to donate. Here’s how:
1. REGISTER as a sponsor.
2. PLEDGE your donation (in US dollars please).
3. Send your money DIRECT to the Hospice-At-Home Program via money order, cheque or teletransfer.
Anything else, let me know. 🙂
Bear with my short texty entry as I wasn’t planning to update today at all.
In case you haven’t noticed that big maroon ‘Blogathon’ button on the right, here’s the deal.
Myself, minishorts, Paul Tan, Peter Tan, Shaolin Tiger and Suanie are lazy arse morons.
See, we couldn’t be fooked peeling our butts off our chair to run in some bullshit marathon races and raise fund for charity. Besides, if we were to run, we’d probably fall so far behind the group, the organizers would’ve packed up and left by the time we crossed the finishing line.
That’s why we settled for something that does not require us executing our butt muscles – sitting on the computer chair, blogging. Our collaborative blog is located at BloggersAreMorons.com and we are participants of the 2005 Blogathon for charity.
You can help us out by registering to be our sponsor first, then click here to pledge your donation. All funds raised from our effort will go to the Hospice-At-Home program by the National Cancer Society, Penang. Then on 9pm, 6th August to 9pm, 7th August, log on to BloggerAreMorons.com and watch us talk cock for 24 hours straight. We’ll make sure both you and I have a good time baby.
Now you can truly say, bloggers have no life.
From my entry in BloggersAreMorons.com –
“You probably think that she’s doing all these because its her job.
NOT TRUE.
Aunty Susan was doing all these OUTSIDE her scope of work. Knowing my father’s condition, she would leave work at 6pm, come to my place at 8pm, leave at 9:30pm, then drive 1-hour out of Kuching to this town called Serian to care for another patient before returning home by 12 midnight and get herself a proper rest.”
Something Less Controversial
Today, I felt an itch on my right hand. I moved my left index finger over the itchy spot and scratched it. As a result, my right hand is not itchy anymore.