Category: Out of the Ordinary

Egyptian Magician

The function I attended in KL this past weekend had an Egyptian theme to it.

The event organizers did a great job recreating the Egyptian atmosphere at the Sime Darby Convention Centre, decorating the entire ballroom with (styrofoam) hieroglyphic walls and even shipped over some entertainers from Egypt to entertain us in the lobby before the show.
The “Egyptians” spoke suspiciously in a Indian accent. I asked one of them from which ancient city they hail from and he said Subang Jaya, Egypt.

Dessert came a bit late, so he started first.

It always freaks me out everytime I watch people play with fire like that. What amused me though was his warning message to us during his performance.
“Please don’t try this at home har. You want to try, you can try here. Not at home har!”

Also on hand was an Egyptian fortune teller, who apparently has the uncanny ability to read into a person’s future with the aid of magnifying glass and a plasma ball.

Here’s what the Grande O’ Ball-Reading Psychic had to say about Kenny Sia.
– “Long life. That means above the age of 80.”
– “Very good next 5 years. You can get money suddenly.”
– “Very good lady you can get. Very soon. Within 5 years you can get marriage.”
– “Very intelligent. Particularly you are very courageous.”
– “Following 6 year period. You can expect much more money from sudden change.”
– “From 2006 to 2010 – 4 years will be your fortunate period. You will get much more money and within this period you will enjoy your good life.”

The Fire-Eating Egyptian requests the Ball-Reading Egyptian to read his ass.

WAH! So nice. But that’s like the same as 30 other people’s future he read before me.
I thanked the Grande O’ Ball-Reading Psychic profusely. Then I put his finger on my left nut while I read into his future.
“One… two… three…. four… five… You will have a very good life, Mr Psychic. You will make a lot of money within 5 years. And according to my reliable Hairy Coconut Ball-O’-Mystery, you are also a graduate of the University of Lick Balls And Bullcrapping. Correct?”

The most entertaining person of the night was perhaps the charismatic Egyptian Magician himself. You may have heard of David Copperfield. You may have seen David Blaine. But have you met David Hassan?
Click the play button to watch the Egyptian Magician in action.

Now, how the hell did he do that?!

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Privacy? What Privacy?

Say one fine day, you picked up an absent-minded idiot’s lost identity card. What would you do with it?
A) Report it to the police.
B) Mail the lost IC to the address shown on the identity card.
C) Bring it to your local newspaper. Then allow them scan the IC and publish it state-wide full and uncensored.

One would think either A or B would be the sensible options. But yesterday’s Borneo Post decided to choose a different path and select C. The newspaper requesting Miss Yee to come forward and collect her card while publishing her IC in it’s full naked glory.
And now, the whole of Sarawak knows Yee Fong Niang’s IC number and exactly where she stays. Be afraid Miss Yee, be very afraid.

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Notices You Don’t See Everyday

Mr Miyagi‘s photo of a notice on display at a kopitiam cracked me up today.

It reminded me of some unique signs I spotted during my travels, like this not-very-safe “safety notice” I saw at Isetan.

Or this long-winded toilet notice I saw in Singapore.

Or this ad outside a shop in Petaling Street, KL.

“What the *toot* kinda ad is this!?” I hear you ask.
My friend, the shop was selling STD and IDD call cards lah!
What were you thinking!?

Tulan

Tulan
n. adj. tu·lan

  1. A pig’s penis.
  2. A feeling of extreme dissatisfaction and unhappiness.
  3. What Kenny Sia is feeling right now.

Example of usage:
Have you ever had a tulan moment?

As a blogger whose photography and writings are freely published on the Internet, one of the most tulan things that could ever happen is when some other blogger took my work and published it as THEIR OWN without acknowledging kennysia.com as their source.
Something else EVEN MORE tulan is when I read newspapers or magazines, and find out that the article they published look suspiciously like what I’ve written before on my blog.
But that is still ok.

But when some stranger stole a photo I took from my website, removed the kennysia.com watermark, mailed it to a major newspaper, AND THEN won herself a whopping RM50 in the process. I tell you, I won’t just be feeling si beh tulan ok?
I will be feeling THE MOTHER OF ALL TULANS!
THE KING OF TULANS!
I’m not talking about normal cute cute pink colour Hello Kitty-sized tulan.


NO.
I’m talking KING KONG BIG-TIME PISSED-OFF CHAO MOTHER TULAN OF ALL TULANS!


This is a picture someone mailed in to The Star published on page N34 on the 24th February 2006. (Thanks for the heads up, Matthew)

And THIS is the picture of a roadsign I took some 9 months ago along Jalan Tun Jugah where a new car showroom was being built.

Would I not be feeling si beh tulan, knowing that someone who stole the photo I TOOK USING MY OWN CAMERA got this?

BLOODY HELL! Who is this Vivian Chew? Makes me wanna chew Vivan Chew.
Dammit, I want my 50 ringgit back!

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Buggers

Living in Kuching City is like watching the Discovery Channel sometimes.

I spotted this HUGE ASS LIZARD on my way to work yesterday. Dunno the exact scientific name of this species, but I think it’s something like HugeAnus Lizardicus.

Scared the living bejesus out of me. What is a huge ass lizard doing in the middle of the CBD anyway? LOOKING FOR A JOB?
Just earlier during the day I spotted a handicapped scorpion in my driveway.

The poor critter was missing one of its claws and was seen pacing around the car porch like he owns the damn place. Not sure what happened to its claw.
Maybe my dog ate it for dinner.

It wouldn’t be so bad if the scorpion had just walked around minding his own business.

The bugger had to take a nap underneath my car wheel! Like that Tiananmen rebel protesting against the tanks liddat!
Oi, move leh! Made me late for work nia.

Andy Lau

This is a little late, but better late than never. 🙂

I saw this poster promoting Andy Lau’s Vision Tour concert plastered all over KL the last time I was there. The first time I saw it, I can’t help but to have this feeling of deja vu. Haven’t I seen this somewhere? It looked so familiar. I knew I’ve seen this before, but when exactly did I see it, and where?
So last night, I was walking around the cinemas when all of the sudden, it hit me.


I KNEW I’VE SEEN THIS BEFORE!

Dammit Andy Lau, I should’ve known. You ripped off Chicken Little! 😉

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Made-In-Malaysia Robot

This is bad. This is real bad.

Am I the only one feeling slightly perturbed by this 10-foot-tall Malaysian-made robot on display right now at the KLCC LRT station?

Our robot seems perfectly content speaking fluent Bahasa Melayu in his mechanised accent, educating our little kids about the dangers of Aedes mosquitoes and such, while at the same time moving (or rather, jerking) his arms and torso wildly like only a mechanical robot with chronic rheumatism can.

Never mind the flashing red Darth Vader eyes and mouth that looks like a bird’s beak. Never mind even the fact that he has bloody LOUDSPEAKERS FOR BOOBS!
Hey, after all, I’ve met girls with tits so big, they look like they’re talking to me half the time. Loudpeakers for boobs is NOTHING.
What disturbed me was this.


That bloody perverted robot has a friggin LCD MONITOR hanging out of his pelvis as his dick!
The worst part is, all these while little kids were looking at the monitor thinking they’ve learnt something new about Aedes, when in fact they were STARING AT HIS ROBO-MOJO.
OMG WHAT KINDA SICK ROBOT IS THAT?!
Freak!

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I Am Not Gay

Ok. This is wrong on SO many levels it’s ridiculously hilarious.
Click here.

Now, who was it who impersonated me and created a profile for Kenny Sia in an online GAY dating site!?
Geeezzz… Someone obviously has some serious beef against me (surprise surprise).
That profile was not created by me ok! For one, I am Sagittarius, not Libra.

Not that I have anything against gay people. In fact, I am very open-minded when it comes to homosexuality. I have my own fair share of gay friends, I think there’s nothing wrong with gay marriages, and I was even fine with the whole Jessie Chung changing her sex to marry her husband fiasco.
I also have a special liking to lesbians.
There was once this lesbian friend of mine commented that she found me “sexily delicious” (this was during my fit-and-buff 70kg days). Man, you couldn’t believe how happy I felt then. Coming from her, it was such an ego-boosting compliment my balls expanded to twice its size.

To have men complimenting me is freaky. To have straight girls complimenting me is nice. But to have LESBIANS complimenting a straight guy like me, that’s double points!
I draw the line at watching two men kissing though. That’s a tad too much for my manberries to handle.

Well, things weren’t so bad until somebody saw that profile and speculated that I might actually be a closet homosexual.


“I was sitting in a coffee Shop with 3 PLUs. They were talking about all the famous bloggers in Kuching. We stumbled across the [gaydar] account made by someone to frame Kenny Sia or maybe it was him, himself being a closet gay.

OMG. WTF. BBQ. KNNCCB!
Well, sorry to burst your bubble buddy, but I like girls only ok?
My ass is for exit, not entry ok? I like pies, not strudels ok? I want abalones, not bananas ok?
Please lah, I’m not gay!

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