happy birthday, singapore!
As you may know, I hail from Batu Pahat, Johor which is about 1.5 hours from Singapore (by car).
I was a TV addict, but believe it or not, I never seldom watch Malaysian TV until I was around 20 years old (I watched old P. Ramlee movies on M’sian TV). And that was because I had no choice – once you go past Muar, it’s highly difficult to receive Singapore channels on TV. My family, friends and I grew up on Channel 8’s 7-8 pm and 9 – 10 pm series and when I could understand English a little better, I was hooked on Channel 5. Until today I still miss it for the variety of programmes, but 8TV is doing a good job filling the void.
Zoe Tay, 8 Days, Vernetta Lopez, the rise-halt-rise of Fann Wong, Jack Neo and Moses Lim, Liang Popo, Ang Mo Kio, Sentosa, Kumar, Najip Ali and his talk show, 3-room HDB flats with a small playground at every other block, Russell Lee, too underage to enter a pub at Boat Quay, too underaged to visit my grandmother in the hospital ward, Yakult (it was only recently brought into Malaysia), Ah Meng, my first circus experience are among those little things that I remember.
Heck, I can even sing the Singapore’s national anthem better than some Singaporeans 
Then I grew up, moved to KL and lost touch with Singapore. In 2003 I re-visited this tiny island that is reaping all of Malaysia’s good qi from our Titiwangsa Range, only to be…
I mean, WTF!!!
But that visit in 2003 was also my first time seeing the famous merlion. I told my Singaporean friend and guide Pinky that I wanted to do the tourist things and she delivered.
I had a few firsts in Singapore as well. My first Hoegaarden, and my first Paulaner.
When I said before that Singaporeans queue up and wait for their turn, I was referring to a gay club somewhere in Tanjung Pagar, which was opposite a place where Jaime and I were having supper.
The queue went ALL THE WAY to the other side of the building! It looked really fun, but we were too tired to go clubbing that night, plus the idea of waiting in THAT line was exhausting enough.
There is a lot of bad blood between Malaysians and Singaporeans for a variety of reasons. They say this, we say that, they do that, we do this… politics, leaders, water, culture, media, education, exposure, history influence etc etc etc. There won’t be an end to this love-hate relationship of ours anytime soon. When all is said and done, I personally believe that there is a lot they can learn from us, and a lot that we can learn from them. Oh well 
(Edit: that sounds a bit offhand, doesn’t it? We’ll leave the point-to-point differences for later.)
Happy birthday, Singapore
blogathon: the day after
Yo, wassup?
Today I ate McDonalds chicken burger
Today I drank lots of Coke and water
Today I have a lot of work to do.
Today I still see a cloud of haze.
Today I cannot write many many things because I am all blogged out. On Saturday I woke up at 8 a.m., went to work, rushed to Amcorp Mall with Jaime, came back, started the blogathon, bla bla bla and finally couldn’t take it anymore and fell asleep at 6 p.m. on Sunday. Keng or not?
By the way if you think you are having a bad Monday, check this out.
What’s wrong with it, you ask? After all it’s free publicity for our blogathon effort at Bloggersaremorons.com and I am STILL complaining? Bloody hell, I should be bloody thankful, count my blessings, thank my lucky stars etc etc that we have it ‘easy’ bla bla yadda la di da la (well, some people do think so, sorry to disappoint y’all but organising/management etc was way far from easy )
Shut it, I AM thankful for the free publicity. But when you are a single girl looking for a date, it doesn’t help that the whole nation now thinks you have teeth like these:
I think it’s fated that I die lonely, ugly, desperate, single and fat. Goodbye cruel world.
As for the blogathon, you can still sign up as a sponsor and pledge to our campaign. Of course, now you would have to really donate the amount you pledged, seeing we successfully completed the blogathon. Sponsorships remain open until Tuesday – that is tomorrow, so as Gwen Stefani would say, WAT’CHA WAITING FOR?!?
Go check out our archives at Bloggersaremorons.com kthxbai.
suanie’s animal pr0n
WARNING:
Not suitable for those who are underaged, easily upset, easily pissed off at the low-quality of our blogosphere yadda yadda yadda, bla bla et cetera et cetera et cetera. You know the drill.
Meet FA and Minishorts. Now because this pictorial documentary is not based on the people who bear the nicknames, there is no disputing that either FA or Minishorts is a male, the other is a female. Or the other way around. Or both also can. Whatever turns them on, right?
I like it the traditional way, so they kiss first.
Because breasts are beautiful, they shall be truly appreciated.
And ladies first.
Also have to keep the man happy.
Because it is a traditional approach, missionary takes prior precedence.
Rats love a bit of good ol’ doggie as well.
Kinky rats love to spoon.
Then comes Wally. I had consficated Wally from my sister ages ago, it’s time to put Wally to good use.
Wally being the inquisitive penguin joins the fun. Animal lovin’, y’all!
Livin’ la vida Wally!
Thank you FA, Minishorts and Wally for being great sports. Don’t forget to thank Suanie too for making the effort to capture what goes on behind the animal life and stuff, y’all!
The End.
say my name, biatch!
“South Asians may be more wary of the future President. In November 1999, a year out from the polls, Texas Governor George W. Bush was settling into his Presidential campaign, when he was embarrassingly tripped up by an impromptu foreign policy quiz. Asked to name the leaders of India and Pakistan, he could not.
Bush : “The new Pakistani General has just been elected. He’s not elected; this guy took office. He appears he’s going to bring stability to the country, and I think that’s good news for the subcontinent.”
Journalist : “And can you name him?”
Bush: “General. I can name the General.”
Journalist : “And it’s?”
BushBush : “The new Prime Minister of India is… no.”
(Taken from Jonathan Harley’s memoir “Lost in Transmission”. Harley was the ABC’s South Asia correspondent from 1998 to 2002, focusing on India, Pakistan, Afghanistan and even a bit on Nepal (when the crown prince killed his own family). Anyway it is a rather engaging book. I stopped reading halfway just to share this with you because it made me laugh for a long time. That is how nice a person I am.)
all your beer is belong to us
I hate it when people waste good beer. Good beer is like, precious commodity, you know!
(Via LastNightsParty.com)
Be mindful people! It’s not champagne; it’s not sexy! Oh the disrespect!!! GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I.am.very.very.upset.right.now.