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Thursday, May 22, 2008

Henchmen Risk Stoning


Apparently, two men decided to chip away at one of Britain's, and the world's, most noteworthy heritage.  


Hammering away at the Heel Stone, the central megalith at the ancient site of Stonehenge, the two morons managed to chip off a large, coin-sized piece before their vandalism was discovered.  

Obviously more accustomed to pitting themselves against ancient, inanimate objects, the two men did a runner by jumping over a fence and driving off when they were spotted by security guards.

Site officials claim that it was a very slight damage but still upsetting because such wankish behaviour has not been perpetrated on the UNESCO World Heritage site in decades.  

Stupidity may be hereditary and incurable in some cases, unfortunately.  






Gambian Gay Beheading


Let us all pray ...


To the Creator above, below, sideways, upside down, spread-eagle, downward dog pose, whatever, and whatever and in whichever language you would like to be called today, please enlighten your humble confused.

I, in all my behemoth ignorance, am having a crisis of faith.

That is, my faith in common sense and logical thinking.  But obviously, the two concepts are not compatible with the word "faith".  Not that I am trying to be blasphemous, oh Mighty One who might strike me down with righteous lightning from on high.

I humbly submit my confession of total confusion and ignorance.  I beg for a sign.  A sign that I should stop reading the newspapers, watching any form of information broadcasts and surfing the net.  In fact, I think I should just stop reading full stop.  And I am also reconsidering this whole con-job of thinking.

It is your servants of moral good who have brought my ungodly thought processes to light.  I do not know which division of the Heaven squad they are from but they're good.  Real good.

God's Squad Team Leader aka President Yahya Jammeh of Gambia recently shook me out from my erroneous ways by threatening to behead all gays if they do not leave Gambia.  I had no idea that that is the latest directive from you, Lord of all things big and small, but not beheaded.  I confess I was misled into thinking gay people were also human and therefore considered one of your children.  I had no idea they were adopted!

It was that Satan fella, wasn't it?  They're all his love-children and he tried to pass them off as one of yours.  That's just so wrong.  

I'd always treated them as mates.  In fact, I even claimed some of them as best mates.  I am so sorry, Lord, that I was such an unwitting minion of evil.  From now on, I shall walk the straight and narrow path and threaten to behead any of them who try to be in my vicinity.

I would also like to recommend President Yahya Jammeh (by the way, I love his name because in your infinite wisdom you gave him a name that means arrogant in Indonesian ... which he is not, of course ... so clever!) for the Angel Network award.  You know, the one started by your lobbyist.  Yes, the tupperware party circuit organised by that Ms Oprah who mans your lobby.

Anyway, I think his speech to announce this latest directive was incredibly touching.  I can even quote it ad verbatim, with the help of the Sydney Morning Herald.


"The Gambia is a country of believers ... sinful and immoral practices (such) as homosexuality will not be tolerated in this country," the president told a crowd at a political rally on May 15, local journalists told AFP on Thursday.


My God, I admit I am a trifle slow as it's taking me quite a while to figure out out what kind of believers Gambians are.  And it does not help that I keep hearing the tune of "I'm a believer ..." which causes my hips to shake and my feet to tap.  All terribly inappropriate for reading missives of religious doctrines.

Actually, if you do not mind terribly, oh Saviour of all threatened by the scourge of homosexuality, can you just drop me a hint of what the Gambian are believers of, please?  You can either leave me a voicemail, text me or IM me, Lord.  I am also on Facebook.  I can My Friend you, OK?

Anyway, back to your promised land of Gambia.  It is obvious they are your chosen people, Lord, for why else would they be the only ones chosen to be cured of Aids?  You are infinitely wise and loving to withhold your favour from the rest of the world who condone such sinful and sordid practises of sodomy.  Tough love is much needed.

President Jammeh went on the mountain-tops (no, I did not so hear the lyrics "The hills are alive ...") and told his people that you have given them the "miracle" cure for HIV and Aids in January this year.  What a lovely New Year gift, Lord.  I am not complaining that all I got was the flu because I know now that it was probably because I went out partying with my gay former-friends.  I now realise my sins.

The treatment is based on medicinal plants and a Koranic verse, which I think is so fantastic.  I am so stoked that it's all organic, without using chemicals.  Like even the Scientologists will be able to use this, if and when they accept that the Koran is pre-Thetan and Hubbard.  

I wish your chosen people in Gambia had greater faith and did not have to be ordered to give up their Aids antiretroviral drugs.  But I know you can get through this as you did in the old days when you had to send blights, locusts and the such to every household to convince them that you could cure diseases.  Maybe if they had radio then and you could tome, "Dr Love is in the house ..."

Like if you can bring it, you can take it away, ya know?  They should really just put their trust in you.  

But President Jammeh is keeping the faith and what a fine example he is setting for the infidels.  I think you should promote him to Prophet status.  Not that I am telling you what to do, of course, Lord.  I'm just saying ...  maybe a little something something for this fine crusader of God.

Alright, I have to go now, Lord, as you know I have to go find that Koranic verse and do some herb gathering.  Ya think you could like maybe help me out here by putting an X on the right page in the Koran and on the spot where the weed is growing?  


* Please note that title of post should be recited to the tune of one of Bob Marley's songs.





Dear John, You've Lost Your Family Jewels ...


I read in the Sydney Morning Herald that former PM, John Howard has been violated.  OK, OK, his house got broken into and apparently some jewelry was nicked.


These burglars have some balls.  Not only did they rob a former political leader, they did it in broad daylight!  The paper reported that the police were called to the "Wollenstonecraft home, on Sydney's north shore" at 4pm after the automatic alarm was tripped.  

Obviously no one was home, with the big man around the house out of the house, overseas.

Well, at least the burglars only did away with Mr Howard's family jewels ...


Wednesday, May 21, 2008

How Do You Like Them Puppies?


Am a little visual made this week.  I saw these puppies from Flickr and Linkinn and thought I would share.



Body of Work


Body painting is a much misunderstood art, I think.  It takes quite a skillful artist, creative mind and eye and physical stamina (on both sides) to create a sublime piece of body painting.  


However, the often lurid and tacky titillation and shock factor of many so-called body paintings has relegated this art to either a novelty circus act or a stag night cake topping.

The use of body paint to create sexual connotations and arouse puerile attention is a pity.  Body painting's beauty lies in what you can create with the natural lines of the body.  What is the point of streaking colour onto the body to create illusionary outfits so that people will be tempted to play spot the nipple or beaver?

The truly gorgeous pieces of body paintings are those that create landscapes within and without the model.  

But words are cheap.  Well, not really ... but I think a body painting paints a thousand words.

This superb body of work comes from a user called gahsoon on Linkinn.  Very, very impressive.  Quite stunning.


Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Karma, Karma, Karma Itsutra


Some really cool visuals from Jialat.com today.  I found the IT Karma Sutra totally hilarious.  Oh, the memories it brings back.


Especially the one of the office sys admin guys who were so useless, we would only call them in at the last resort when we wanted them to cart away old hardware.  

However, the entire organisation went through a supposed hardware upgrade so out came the sys admins guys.  We all vacated our stations so they could do the damage and went for coffee and smokes, knowing that the end was neigh for our poor systems.

When I returned to my desk, I saw a couple of screws lying around and the chassis of my desktop was alarmingly askew.  So I called up sys admins and told them, "Oy, I know you guys are a few screws loose but seriously, there are about 8 screws for the chassis and now there are 3 left on my desk.  Ya think you missed something, mates?"

They were right embarrassed but I rethought things and told them not to come and started reassembling my system myself.  It was safer that way.

Japanese Deploy Pussy Power


Alright, this is just too funny.  I could not, just could not resist.


I love the Japanese.  They have this completely surreal perspective that is often totally hilarious yet charming in their naiveté.  Yet they can be sharp as tacks and totally cutting edge.  Definitely a land of oxymorons and paradox. 

And boy, have they exhibited it with their latest ambassador of tourism.

Hiya Pussy.

Er, sorry, that's Hello Kitty.

Anywhere else in the world, the idea of having a fictional cartoon character as a national icon of tourism would be a thing of embarrassment.  In Japan, it is a source of pride.

In today's Associated Press, it was reported that Hello Kitty has climbed the career ladder from being a marketing icon, designed to fleece parents when their little girls cry and whine over the moon-faced feline, to official "government envoy".

Just how Disneyish is that?  

But let's not sneer at this feat of marketing.  The Japanese might not be as barmy as they appear.

The puss in tourist Birkenstocks, white socks, hat and camera will only be deployed to hypnotise the cute-crazed minions in Hong Kong and China.  Let's see.  There were riots in Hong Kong when they ran out of Hello Kitty giveaways in their Happy Meals after queues were formed for days.  In China, they are status symbols.

You know ... these Japanese know of what they unleash.

To reach their targeted 10 million per annum visitors to Japan, they need to up the ante in these two countries, which accounted for 16.5 percent of their visitors in 2007.  This year, this group of pussy-lovers are projected to be the second largest tourist groups after South Korea.  What?  Koreans don't like cats?

As an aside, the Japanese government is obviously trying to update their image to a younger, more fanboy/fangirl-friendly appeal.  Although this is the first time they have utilised pussy-power, it is not the first time they have resorted to 2D allure.  In March this year, they named another cat "Anime ambassador".  You guessed it, Doraemon is also an official Japanese official alongside his feline playmate, Hello Kitty.

What next?  Maybe if Garfield emigrated he might be able to get a job with the Japanese government.

According to AP, the Hello Kitty mania has already began.  This 34-year-old feline recently has a multi-million dollar musical in Beijing and is currently on a national tour, which will then begin its bid for world domination by targeting the feeble-minded in Malaysia, Singapore and the US.  No bad for a pinhead that first made its debut on a plastic coin purse in 1974.

According to her official profile at parent company, Sanrio, Hello Kitty still lives with her family in London.  What?  Japan not good enough for her?  Bit hard to represent a place if you do not live there, no?

And no, I am not being a sour puss.

But I sure would like to see Barbie become the tourism ambassador for the US.

* Photo from AP

Monday, May 19, 2008

Baby, You Can Wear My Dress

I must be insane to post anything to do with being knocked up.  Not that I have anything against it.  It's just that everything abut it makes me queasy.  And not in the Oh Lord-I-am-expecting kinda way and more in the I-think-I-am-gonna-be-ill-and-is-this-contagious kinda way.


However, I have been noticing that Nicole Kidman is sporting a bump.  I knew she was preggers but I typically do not pay attention to bumps.  But she makes it really hard for you not to notice.  Especially when she is holding on to it in every frame as if it is a very heavy bowling ball she is afraid to drop.

Hey, that's better than me wondering if she is pressing on her uterus so she does not need to make a loo run and miss all the paparazzi!

But I must admit, the dress is a beaut.  She always has rather nice taste in clothes and it's good that she does not suddenly go bonkers and starts adopting muumuus and circus tents as clothing just because she has a 9-month growth.

I love the colour, lines and cut of her dress.  It highlights without objectifying her baby bump.  Really, I wish she would stop clutching it so.  Give the baby some space, would ya?  It's hard enough being squished in there for 9 months!

Anyway, I would so wear that dress even if I was not preggers.  Of course it is a YSL so that will make it as expensive as bringing up a baby for say, 5 years?

Tripping Over The Girl


In one of the White on White series, I mentioned a photographer named Girltripped.  I found this young woman's work rather noteworthy and after looking through her rather extensive potrfolio over at Deviantart, decided to feature some of them here.


Let's start with Bedtime Sonnets.  It looks a bit commercial to me but still has that slight edge to make it more interesting.  It evokes a backstory of a rather naughty Snow White taunting the evil stepmom and the prince all at the same go.  The use of muted colours and soft lighting on everything except the face is quite well done and the slightly harsh, almost skanky expression on the model's face is a nice juxtaposition of the soft, romantic veneer of her surroundings.

Definitely not a fairy tale you would be reading to your 5-year-old in bed.

The next frame drew me the moment it splashed across 
my screen.   By now, you might probably have cottoned on to Girltripped ethereal use of light and subject matter.  

Quite lovely and wonderfully evocative.  One could surmise that she is a water nymph quietly dallying the day away or a maiden seeking to cleanse her thoughts by dancing gently in the cool, lapping waters.

You get a sense that she is moving out of your frame, leaving only the gossamer ripples of her memory.

Yes, there is much to wax lyrical over this stunning photo.

There is a continuity to Bedtime Sonnets here but if I remember correctly, it did not seem to happen in the same time frame as they were shot or at least uploaded on her site.

The reason why I say this is because you can understate that the artist may be a one-theme wonder.  But not so.

Her other works show a more interesting range and approach but I do notice the constant of using feminine subjects and themes. 

Candle could have been used in the White on White series but I decided that it would be paid better justice on its own merit.

Again, there is a softness and delicacy that was missing in Bedtime Sonnets.  Is the subject shocked by the sudden flash of the camera?  Was she caught in a moment of private contemplation and slightly wary and unhappy at the intrusion?  The eyes and lips speak to you and seem to almost rebuke you for the startling of such incandescent beauty.

Likewise Comma gives off that same sensation of catching a comtemplative beauty in mid-thought.  

However, whereas Candle featured a more mature subject, this one seems to hold hostage a young, budding flower in mid-crouch.  

You get the impression that the ingenue is in the midst of some forbidden act or thought and is caught off-guard.  There is almost an I'm-busted air about her that seems to calculate of the photographer is an ally or a naysayer.  

The use of colour is masterful.  She almost blends into the wallpaper yet glows brilliantly against it with her expression and luminosity.

And now we see the diversity of Girltripped's skills.  In Endless Summer, the approach is much more vibrant and in-your-face.  

The colours are much more vibrant.  Almost stark in comparison to her other works above.  The subject is also more canny and harder looking ... well, except for Bedtime Sonnet.

While her expression may be soft and her body almost awkwardly youthful in position, her dark-rimmed eyes and sharp focus directly into the camera gives the impression that this is a hard young lady indeed.  Caught in a rare moment of gentle repose.  For her, anyway.

Typically, I find such poses ungainly and slightly vulgar.  I keep thinking of Britney Spears.  But the use of the bright, summery colours and the position of her head lightens this so it is not a crotch-shot but a capture of a moment in time.

Hatred of the Minutes (I hope that is right) reminds me of one of Linda Bergkvist works.  The latter has an obvious obsession with masks and this one somehow reminded me of one she did of Beth.

Again, I love the lighting and the colours.  But this one is almost sharop-focused compared to her earlier featured works in this post.

Also, she exhibits a tendency for the darker side here with the suggestion of hawk-like, almost predatory stillness.  I rather like it.

There are lot more beautiful works from this talented photographer.  I shall let them speak for themselves now.













Sunday, May 18, 2008

Bottoms Get a Spanking with Hanes Ads

I've been out of advertising for a while now but I am sure things do not change that much.  So out of residual legacy interest, I found this article by IndieQuill extremely intriguing.


During art school, you cling to the belief that art is more important than selling out.  Then you become a marketing machine and realise that the art of selling really does not have much to do with art at all.

I remember being particularly sorry for a friend who had to undertake the TVCs of a chain of very successful convenience stores.  When we met up I gently chided her on producing such low-brow and tasteless ads.  Yes, I was an opinionated, rude bugger then.  And some say now too.

However, another friend who had gone over to the dark side, i.e. became a suit, told me that they might be low-brow and tacky but they worked for the target audience.  The chain attracted a majority of low- to mid-income workers with limited education and exposure.  The mentality was herd and the taste was LC.  I had to ask what LC meant.  Apparently, it means low-class.

That was an extremely good lesson for someone who had just graduated with rose tinted glasses from the safety of art brainwashing.  

As I, myself, later became a drone of the Dark Side, I began to comprehend more about the craft and nuances of direct and indirect marketing, and my favourite then, guerilla marketing.  I just liked saying it and then making woo woo woo noises and jumping around like King Kong.  

Seeing the reaction to the Hanes ads made me realise that a lot of people are missing the plot.  Or just undeveloped in their thinking and comprehension as I once was.  And still am ... but I am trying.

Let's look at the facts.


The three Hanes ads appeared in India and apparently, nowhere else.

A guess would be that it was created in India, which was later proven right.  It would also mean that McCann Erikson would never have dared to release the ads in the US.  Which could mean that they knew about the ad and were not, as they claim, ignorant of this.  The fact that it was published first in a fairly obscure publication could mean that they wanted to fulfill the requirement of the advertising awards criteria without bring the existence of the three ads to notice.

According to Hello Negro

Prasoon Joshi, chairman and national creative director of McCann, issued the following statement to ET, after first expressing shock that the ads were released in the Free Press Journal, “We have withdrawn the ads and also apologised to McCann Worldwide, stating it was a mistake. A young team in its excitement and passion for winning awards went overboard. The intention was never to hurt anyone’s sentiments and it was done in complete innocence.”


The McCann Erikson apology accused two creatives who decided to flout the almighty McCann Erikson policies because they wanted to enter the ads in a contest, and thus placed the ads in late 2007.  All three of them.  At the same time.  In the same publication.

Do you know how agencies work?  Do you know how hard it is for creatives to run anything without the interference of not just media, but production and account servicing?  If creatives can go around doing whatsoever they wish without any of these three on their case, hell, I might have stayed in advertising!

And even the smallest publications would cost you something something to place three print ads.  Especially if they were full page full colour.  How did they get the client's sign-off?  (I am assuming that these were real ads and not just storyboards published as part of a media article.)

It is impossible for them to get a media booking form off without the client sign-off (or for that matter any of the three departments' sign-off).  And no media booking can happen without media knowing about it.  

So, one can surmise that the client and the agency knew of the three ads.  Or is Mr Joshi trying to tell us that such basic systems, that even the most fly-by-night agencies in Timbuktu would implement, would elude one of the larger agencies ?

Come on, McCann Erikson.  Don't treat us like complete morons.  Someone(s) besides the two creatives messed up.  Heads rolled and doom tolled.  At least give us the real story here.  We would understand.  Honesty in this case would have gained you more brownie points than prevarication.  Really.  


The Hanes ads advocate a life without labels or tags as evinced by their tagline, 

Hanes. Because the world gives you enough labels” 


Yes, I am with you.  What?  Where?  Put on your super-magnifying glasses and read again.  There.  Right at the bottom.  In print small enough to be on your divorce settlement papers.  

Look, the basic thing in branding is that you make your tagline clear.  It should not be overshadowed by other concepts to confuse your primary message.  

In this case, the eyes and brains will get stuck on either the blazing fonts of Faggot, Paki or Nigger.  The less rational will fly into a rage and will be unable to read to the bottom.  The lesser beings will jump for joy that someone agrees with their bigoted view of the world because they too cannot read beyond the first line.

Hey, Hanes brings halfwits and bigots together.  Now that is a good marketing message, no?

An ad fails when you cannot get the punchline immediately ... worse, when you cannot even see it.  If McCann Erikson and Hanes wanted to make their "we are the world," warm and fuzzy sentiments clear, they should not allocate these to the second and bottom from last priority over the need to titillate and shock.

It is just bad advertising.


The art is pretty but flawed.

Again, they are pretty, albeit a little art uni storyboardish, and the techniques are sound but the concept is flawed.  Let's just take the Faggot ad.  Obviously, and I do not mean to be snooty, the creative is a bit of a homo-dube.  If he or she is gay, that is even more a crime.  

By depicting the gay community as a largely drag-queenish community, they do injustice and cast insult with their so-called well-intentions.

Perhaps that was what the intentions were.  To illustrate the generalisations about the gay community.  But again, with their ambiguity of conceptual definitions and mixed messages, they invoke more doubts and confusion than clear lines.  

Again, it is bad advertising to leave people pondering more about intent than going out to buy Hanes knickers.

My guess is that the Hanes accounts team at McCann Erikson India did a song and dance that sold the concept to some inexperienced (and probably fired by now) marketing executive(s) at Hanes Bombay.  They managed to convince him or her that it would be an award-winning ad that would be a real feather in their mutual caps.  It would set the world ablaze with an admonishing blandishing of bottoms and moon the established, boring genre of bottom peddlars featuring bronzed, muscled pecs and abs.  Oh, and the knickers, of course.

Said team got started on the work and both sides did not seek approval from global branding watchdogs, i.e. Hanes Brands in New York and parent company IPG, on either side.  Because those guys would have been down like a ton of bricks on their arses before these 3 ads would have ever seen the light of day.

They tried to be smart and placed it one-off in a fairly obscure publication that only industry people would read.  (Normally, a consumer brand like Hanes would only appear in consumer and mass publications and never in a trade publication.  The media budget will not allow it.)
  
Which means it could perhaps escape the notice of Hanes headquarters.  Thus, they could enter the 3 contentious ads in the advertising awards and pull them off circulation immediately. 

Ads go out.  Big brouhaha as people everywhere either started reviling them or exhorting them as inspirational, amazing and creative.  

For those who reviled them.  Scroll down.  

For those who are putting the ads on the pedestal.  They're ads ... which did not sell more products.  That means they are inspiring people to overlook the products for the controversy, are  amazingly ineffective and creatively flawed.

OK, so McCann Erikson may have overestimated their shrewdness, overplayed their cards at controversizing, and under-estimated the power of the Internet and gay and racial activism.  Once busted, they claimed these were bogus ads not in line with the branding and corporate identity of Hanes and were never approved.  But it came out of your agency, mates.  Free Press Journal did not just pull them out of their own arses.

Maybe they could have changed the tagline to:

Hanes.  Because McCann Erikson gave you enough excuses.


By placing the three words of Faggot, Nigger and Paki bigger, more vividly highlighted and conspicuous than their beliefs, Hanes and McCann Erikson effectively cracked the brand and reputation of Hanes and the agency in one swoop.

My condolences.

Of course, this is only my educated (OK, ignorant if you choose to disagree) guess and may be far from the truth.  But the fact remains McCann Erikson screwed up.  And they should have had the grace to apologise properly.

What I find even more reprehensible is the Mr Joshi's attempt to excuse his agency.  To disregard the client and global office's brief as easily as his Hanes Y-briefs, is not only criminal but career-suicide.  You can only wonder at his monumental arrogance and insularity as reported by Hello Negro,

Mr Joshi told ET, “Our regular ads are incapable of making it big internationally. Hence, all agencies stoop to one-off advertising. This is the normal practice across the entire Asia-Pacific region.”


I would like to refute that.  Not all agencies resort to one-off advertising.  Especially the bigger players.  It is bad practise, waste of much needed time and resources, and extremely short sighted.  

And "regular ads" have made it big internationally.  Dude, it is the bread and butter that usually make big (with the exception of special projects ad campaigns) because they can command the required media placements to ensure optimum top of mind.  Especially if you are or represent a big, international player.  

And Mr Joshi, it is, thankfully, not normal practice across the entire Asia-Pacific region.   Please do not malign the entire advertising industry in the APAC region as you have annihilated your own agency's reputation.  I really suggest media training.  Really.

There are also rumours that McCann Erikson India has been in trouble before for using the brand of companies it does not represent in advertising awards entries.  And that the reason why it so flagrantly flouted its mandate for Hanes in lieu of its pursuit of vainglory, is because the Hanes account is not a major account for the agency in India and, therefore, they were not afraid to lose it.  

If this is true, I truly feel sorry for IPG.  Having to deal with recalcitrant affiliates or local offices that do not understand the big picture is always hard.  Having to deal with an avenging client and bad press ... well, again, my condolences.



Australian a la Generous

I love eateries in Asia.  They not only offer fabulous varieties of exquisite food but also loads of meal-time entertainment.


Just pick up any menu or look at any of the signboards and you would usually find something to amuse you with.  OK, that's not far, not all of them but enough ...

I remember going out to a business lunch once and the client decided to bring us to a local eatery so we could "get real".  I was looking around when I spotted a stall selling "lucksa".  You don't say.  I, of course, got that immediately.  You can never get too lucky, ya know?

Another time I was at a pastry shop and they had a makeshift sign that said, "Bang 1, Get 1 free!"  Now how can anyone resist that offer?

So, it was with great appreciation that I saw this menu spotted and blogged by kennysia.com.  I suddenly had a vision of a well-padded Australian served up in a platter with an apple between his teeth.



Flagging the Lion

I must not be feeling well as I found this hilarious for some reason.  I just had a vision of a bunch of angry Lion Citizens waging cyber warfare on OcUK of Cyber Nation.


I saw this post on Jialat.com and just totally cracked up. 

Cyber Nation's OcUK must think that such a small island would not notice the pilfering of their national symbol and pride.  

Dudes, they call themselves the Lion City aka Singapura.  Their national symbol is the merlion - half lion, half merman/mermaid, and totally kinky to me.  They claim the island was first named after a lion was spotted on the island in the 13th century.  Highly unlikely but hey ... who's to argue with them?  They also happen to be a nation totally obsessed with anything cyber or computers.  

Ya think they would have missed this?

So, according to Jialat.com, some irate Singaporeans are threatening to make a police report which appears to be a national hobby.  And the response from the OcUKers is to bring it on and to taunt the few flag-raising Singaporeans on how their police would not be able to do anything and to question if the Singapore police force has nothing better to do.

I can answer that.  They really don't.

After Mas Selamat managed to run away from them through a loo window months ago, they are looking for the next target to cover up their embarrassment and to prove that they are not to be made fools of.

Also, the Singapore government has a habit of suing people they think are opposing or a threat to their constitution.   

Er, so they just might start on the gamers, if you pardon the pun.