YC had a bad experience recently while waiting in line to be served at a food place. It involved a Malay person but as she rightly commented in a reply to an anon-commenter (what the f**k is it with all this anon f**ckers, want to be racist but too chicken-sh*t to even leave a nick name?!): there are bad seeds in all races.

I agree - race has nothing to do with it. I can see idiots without seeing their race. Idiots will be idiots, biatches will be biatches.

*suck-up mode on*

Even if XX can be as gracious and eloquent as YC, she’s still not as good looking. That pose in the toilet really make her look stumpy.

*suck-up mode off*

From Netmanners.com:

Common courtesy, social graces and socially acceptable behavior. All are used in a civilized society where humans interact with one another. Cyberspace is not any different. How you will be perceived, the type of human being that you are or for that matter are not, your credibility and your levels of professionalism and ethics will be judged by how you communicate with others online.

To minimize the importance of established Netiquette Guidelines is to make a conscious decision to be thought of as rude, lazy, arrogant or uneducated. If you are online for commercial gain, lack of proper Netiquette may very well deter those who otherwise may have considered doing business with you.

And this …

Treat others as you would have them treat you. If you find you are wrong, don’t spout claims of self-importance that reflect your dented ego and lack of understanding in regard to the issues in discussion or to communicating online. If you are ignorant, it is because you have chosen to be ignorant. Make the choice to reverse that pattern and learn, learn, learn.

If you choose to do otherwise, you will be thought of in the most undesirable terms, like it or not. Period.

Conclusion? Blog Responsibly.

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A lot of ppl (ie. flamers) have said that because Wendy’s is just a blog, so all displeasure should be aired and confined only to the online world. That would be fine if not for the following reasons:

1. She accepts endorsements from “real” companies
2. She’s treated as a legitimate source of opinion by the “real” Singaporean media
3. Her words affect how others are treated in the very “real” society (read: Malays and the disabled)
4. She’s a “real” ambassador for the recent Singaporean Quit Smoking campaign

Because of the above reasons, Wendy’s blog is REAL. She herself has blurred the line between what she says online and off. Don’t blame us poor messengers for highlighting her words to her sponsors, blame instead the person who wrote the message in the first place. (hat tip: Mili)

The latest ST article (scan can be found here) just serves to legitimise even more her incorrect and hurtful words. Nice of the journalist to leave out the furore about the racist remarks in her KL post but I guess researching was a task beyond him, considering the article was a thinly-veiled puff-piece.

Still think that those who want to complain about Ms. Cheng’s words should just do it online only? Puh-lease.

I should have been staying at home tonight, resting after Ministry of Sound but an old friend had a rare chance to come out for drinks so I definitely must go lah. She’s married you see. So I caught up with her at Metro (again! but they were playing RnB tonight). And no, her sister is not available either. But ah, hotness by association right?

If Godskitchen was awesome, Ministry of Sound was mindblowing and was spread across 3 clubs. I went to only 2.

The night started off at Metro for some progressive house.

Our group was once again Simon, Lydia, Caron (got her name this time ;)) and me.

After about two hours in Metro, we decided to check out the hard house session at Old Berlin. It’s a warehouse type of place and had limited space. It was quickly packed for Lisa Lashes and Amber Savage’s set and they wouldn’t let anyone in anymore. So we missed them. F**k! We were in the queue for half an hour so we killed time with the camera.

In half dissapointment we trudge back to Metro. At one stage I decided to take pictures of strangers, with their permission of course. These guys were in full punter mode.

There was this dude with bright blue spiky hair. And I like this next couple - they looked really good together. I look really high in this pic. Maybe because I was.

We had a bite to eat in between - the kebab store on the second floor.

Then it was back downstairs for more jumping around and picture taking. This is Yuji and me. Yuji runs a Japanese restaurant called “Mr. Samurai”. Know him from way back.

We bumped into another bartender that we know. She’s hilarious.

After 2 hours of John Digweed, we decided to try our luck again at Old Berlin. This time we got in and Jason Midro was playing. WOOT! F**king AYE! Hard in the muthaf**king house!

After his set, we went back to Metro for a little while but we were all partied out.

When we stepped out at 5:30am, the sun was already up. Woo, what a night.

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Full set of pics here.

The Malaysian PM had this to say about Karamjit Singh, driver in the WRC:

“If Karamjit is a Malaysian and has been producing results and bringing honour to the country, why has support not been accorded to him?”

I may have said this before but I’ll said it again, I’m quite optimistic that Abdullah Admad Badawi is the Malaysian PM. He can see Malaysia as a whole instead of a hodge-podge of races and religions. And he dares to challenge the status quo. Jeff Ooi had this to say:

Now, you know and I know that Malaysia is a world where all things stand still unless the PM kicks asses, and thence cometh the arse-lickers.

Rock on. Full article at Jeff’s blog via the link below.

Screenshots…: Corporate Malaysia? Kick ass those arse-lickers!

Louyau-Mike has a fantastic post up. It starts with a visit to a tattoo and piercing parlour, and ends with an unintended bargaining session with a storeowner. Bloody hilarious™.

Probably braver than any sexio masculino, she has more than 20 piercings all over her. I was about intempted[sic] to ask if “Do you have piercings in your Vagina? Can i see it? Can i feel it? How does it feel? Does it gives you a better sensual triggers? Huh? Ur? Roaw! Miaow! Grrrr …”

Except i didn’t ask anyway. Coward me …

* CAUTION: Hokkien and Cantonese vulgarities ahead! *
气 = Qi (Mandarin) = Hei (Cantonese)

So the other day I go and ask that lan-chiao blogger Mooiness to transfer some of his 气 to me. He asked me why. I said, “I damn toolan lah.”

The lan-chiao lang then said, “Simi toolan?” And I said, “There’s this sorhai lah. Damn two-faced, say one thing here and say another there. Ma hai!” The Mooiness then said, “If so toolan, then go and tiu 9 him lah!” But then I said, “No, I want to be more polite and responsible. I don’t want ppl say me ‘personal vendetta’. I want to change my image.”

He said, “Simi lampah image lah lu! Look at you like damn ah-beng like that!” I said, “Woi, ppl come here because I respect your 气 ok!? Don’t anyhow insult me hor? Ah-Beng cannot have good image ah!?”

Then he ok ok ok. We proceed to do the 气-transfer ritual. Don’t look that fellow no up man. He short short only ah but I can feel his power man. Sibeh geng ah. Oi! Not down there lah! F**k you ok, limpeh like chabohs one ok?!

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So then the 气 is transferred right, I feel instantly more polite and responsible liao. Like I want to say “thanks hor” to every ah-too and ah-kow. Wah lau eh, definitely not me man. It’s the power of the 气. Steady sia.

After talking with the sorhai for a while right, I started to feel the 气 leaving my body. Why is this happening? I think the sorhai sucked out all the good 气 from me man. Like the Chinese proverb say: give him respect wine he don’t want to drink, he want to drink punishment wine ah. I feel like tiu 9 him again. But I tahan.

I go back to Mooiness and ask for more 气. He said, “This fellow so sorhai no need to waste anymore 气 on him lah. You know right, some ppl already think he’s a sorhai loh.”

I said, “Don’t bluff! That sorhai is so well-liked one leh, how can?”

Mooiness said, “Those other ppl never see his many faces mah.”

Then Mooiness also said, “You see ah, even though you are so ah-beng face right, you got one face only. Look at me, I also got one face only right?”

I said, “Eh yeah hor.”

Mooiness said, “But that sorhai right, he show one face to some ppl and he show another to other ppl. Like that Sichuan Opera Face-Changing like that. Face keep changing, which face to talk to har? Ppl also sian already lah. Right or not?”

I said, “Wah lau eh. Your theory is solid sia. Nabeh! Then why didn’t you tell me earlier??? Waste time transfer 气 for f**k ah???”

Mooiness said, “Sorry lah. Your body damn power mah. I want to touch only.”

I said, “KNNBCCB!!!!!”