Kenneth: So to help get into the Christmas spirit, we have added a noisy teddy bear that won't shut up unless you stop it...

Kiabor: Eh.. I thought we were against the idea of implementing noisy song players on this site?

Kenneth: Oh come on. Lets get into the spirit shall we? I particularly love the Mr Hankey song.

Kiabor: Eh.. HOWDY HO!!!!!

Kenneth: HOWDY HO!!!!!!!!

Kiabor: Eh.. So there's an even mix of songs in there?

Kenneth: Yeah. 10 songs in all. Basically its my personal Xmas Playlist. You know. Something that shouts, 'ME!'. Something that BOOMZ! The last song especially to end everything off with a BANG! Like BOOMZ!

Kiabor: Eh.. Right. Did you notice something?

Kenneth: What?

Kiabor: Hamchis's Rad has faded to an obnoxious pink...


Kenneth: Oh dear... Maybe his dye faded color...

Kiabor: Eh.. I don't think so. I think because we were busy with exams and no one fed him...

Kenneth: Should we bring him to a vet?

Kiabor: Eh.. Nah. If he continues fading color, we'll get a white Hamchis! Snow-colored white!

Kenneth: Then he'll shrivel and die? Hmm... I thought someone was supposed to feed him?

Kiabor: Eh.. Oh come on! He's your damn pet. You're supposed to feed him!

Kenneth: Ah... I'll do that soon... Not now but soon...

Kiabor: Eh.. He'll probably be dead by then...

Kenneth: Maybe I'll get that robo-bear there to feed him...

Kiabor: Eh.. All that bear does is just twitch its head to the music as if its got a stroke. You think that retarded twitching bear's going stretch its hand to feed Hamchis?

Kenneth: You're right... It might even lose its hand...

Kiabor: Eh.. You are one irresponsible pet owner...

Kenneth: Hey... The topic today is about getting into the CHRISTMAS SPIRIT. Not ABUSIVE PET OWNERS.

Kiabor: Eh.. You're spoiling the Christmas Spirit... Anyways I think that retarded Christmas bear is getting pretty irritating. Seriously all he does is twitch and twitch and blast noisy music...

Kenneth: Then lets just leave it to irritate any visitors then... Not that there's going to be many visitors though...

Kiabor: Eh.. Spread the 'Christmas Spirit' eh... Oh look Hamchis died while we were talking...


Kenneth: Damn... I thought I did ask someone to feed him... Ah whatever... Hamchis will spread the Christmas Spirit in virtual heaven...

Kiabor: Eh.. Don't you have a paper to study for?

Kenneth: Damn. So much for spreading the 'Christmas Spirit'...

Kiabor: Eh.. This world never ceases to amaze me...

Kenneth: Yeah... If my eye has a camera linked to it, this blog would be full of stuff...

Kiabor: Eh.. Today lets look at some of the injustice we have in this world.

Kenneth: Lets analyze the following picture.


Kiabor: Eh.. The location is ToriQ, Takashimaya.

Kenneth: We have a couple screwing up the entire queue. I have no idea what they wanted. He wanted this and that, she wanted that and more. I was a little worried they were going to buy he whole stall down and I would end up with no blissful dinner...

Kiabor: Eh.. But that's not the whole point.

Kenneth: Yes. The talking point is the couple... Are they really a couple?

Kiabor: Eh.. Or father and daughter?

Kenneth: Doesn't look to be the case. While listening to their animated coversation with the cashier, I did not for a moment hear any mention of, 'Dad! I want the Unagi!'

Kiabor: Eh.. Could he be the sugar daddy?

Kenneth: We cannot remove that possibility. Somehow they looked like a couple.

Kiabor: Eh.. Maybe he is a rich tycoon and the girl is after his money. That's quite possible.

Kenneth: Perhaps that cap could be a clue... She could be the mistress... To conceal her identity, she wears a cap.

Kiabor: Eh.. But after careful analysis and thought, I think this could be the most possible scenarion. They ARE husband and wife.

Kenneth: There is a twist to the story, isn't there?

Kiabor: Eh.. Yes. The girl was at the wrong end of the bargain... She married a rich, tall and handsome man. However, little did she expect that Mr Right would lay on the couch all day long, gorge on caviar and foie gras, drink tons of beer an end up like that... He's probably drop-dead wealthy which explains why she still sees sense in staying on with him.

Kenneth: Bravo. That is a fantastic analysis. However, the mystery like many of our mysteries still remains unsolved...

Kiabor: Eh.. Yeap. Its all based on our own twisted hypothesis.

Kenneth: So if you know this couple, do tell us the truth behind this mystery.

Kiabor: Eh.. Clear the air of mystery behind this twisted story. We'll apologize if our version deviates far from the truth.

Kenneth: (Actually the girl was pretty cute...)

Kiabor: (Eh.. Precisely. Grave injustice... Perhaps she has a matching heart to go along with that injustice...)

Kenneth: (What if you were wrong and she was an angel?)

Kiabor: (Eh.. Lucky bastard...)

Kenneth: I have officially gotten quite sick of the fishes we have...

Kiabor: Eh.. You're a lousy pet owner. Then what are we going to do with the fishes? Feed them to the sharks? Put them up for adoption?

Kenneth: Nah. They'll live. Just leave them there.

Kiabor: Eh.. Let them rot and die? Why not sell them?

Kenneth: Its okay. They won't die. They are programmed not to die.

Kiabor: Eh.. Doesn't that feel very inhumane?

Kenneth: Alright. Then I'll leae you in charge of the fishes. I have a new pet. Meet Hamchis.

Kiabor: Eh.. Ham and cheese?

Kenneth: No Hamchis. Spelt H-A-M-C-H-I-S. My new pet hamster.

Kiabor: Eh.. Are you going to abandon him like you did the others?

Kenneth: Of course not. Look at him. Running, walking, sniffing. SO ADORABLE! Don't worry. I'm an animal lover. I will take good care of the fishes still.

Kiabor: Eh.. You sound gay. You sound like an obsessed fan-girl...

Kenneth: No I DON'T! Can't you see!?!?!? Ham ham is SO FREAKING ADORABLE!!! AHHHHHHH!!!!!!

Kiabor: Eh.. Dude stop it. Ham ham... Listen to yourself. Where's your composure? Look at how you're exclaiming and screaming like a freaking fan-girl high on Coca Cola.

Kenneth: Shut up. You won't understand. Look at how he follows where I point! SOOOOOO CUUUUTTTTEEEEE!!!!!!!

Kiabor: Eh.. You've changed. You've really changed. I don't know you anymore... Screw your Hamchis. I'll poison him soon...

Kenneth: MY HAMCHIS!!!! NOOOOOO!!!!

Kiabor: ... ... ... ...

Kenneth: A few days back when I returned home, I was shocked.

Kiabor: Eh.. Because you realized you didn't zip your pants for the entire day?

Kenneth: No... I think my house got burgled. Take a look. Spot what's missing.


Kiabor: Eh.. Where's the boom boom box?

Kenneth: Precisely. I think it got stolen.

Kiabor: Eh.. What the!? How did such a big boom boom box get stolen?

Kenneth: I have no idea. When I entered the house, I just couldn't find that Samsung Flat-screen TV...

Kiabor: Eh.. I want my Okto! I want my Vasantham! Did you check the lost and found section?

Kenneth: Dude. Do you think anyone would lose a television much less find a lost television?

Kiabor: Eh.. Then what? We'll suffer from withdrawal symptoms!

Kenneth: Relax my friend. I suffered for quite a few days then my family finally snapped out of their slump. Some noble member decided that TV was for the greater good of mankind and donated his/her television to the living room. Tada!

Kiabor: Eh.. Oh my... That looks freaking out of place.

Kenneth: Come on. At least the withdrawal symptoms are gone. You get to huddle closer with your family members too. Me appreciative that there is even a TV to watch.

Kiabor: Eh.. The aesthetics of your living room has just hit rock bottom.

Kenneth: Don't matter too much anyways. Though the atmosphere when watching a Football match feels... somewhat different.

Kiabor: Eh.. So who stole the boom boom box?

Kenneth: If I had known, we wouldn't be watching Ben10 in mono.

Kiabor: Eh.. So we have yet another unsolved mystery...

Kiabor: Eh.. Settle down boy.

Kenneth: What do you have today?

Kiabor: Eh.. As you know the recent Miss Singapore controversy has been flooding the news a little. So I can't help but take a poke at it. The whole thing just BOOMS!

Kenneth: Ohhh! She studies steel.

Kiabor: Eh.. Look here. She even has a Wiki entry here.

Kenneth: We should create a Wiki entry for a few people we know and make them famous...

Kiabor: Eh.. Then their reputation would go BOOMS!

Kenneth: For a while, I thought that the Black Eyed Peas song was ultra irritating but thanks to Miss Low, 'BOOMS' has become a national word.

Kiabor: Eh.. Everything about this just BOOMS!

Kenneth: I think we should feed her to the fishes...

Kiabor: Eh.. Not a good idea. The fish would go BOOMS!

Kenneth: Maybe we should have a few more fishes in the tank. A Khaki green one and one with zebra prinz.

Kiabor: Eh.. Then the Wrad one we currently have might go BOOMS!

Kenneth: I believe a new era has dawned upon this country.

Kiabor: Eh.. Yeah. Its the BOOMS era.

Kenneth: Anything can happen these days.

Kiabor: Eh.. BOOMS!

Kenneth: Its been quite some time but lets cut the reminisce part.

Kiabor: Eh.. So what have we have here?

Kenneth: I thought this place needed more life. We have a self-updating music player that plays the latest songs from Nightmare. Now we have a bundle of joy!

Kiabor: Eh.. The best thing is they don't die if we don't feed them. HAHA!

Kenneth: Those fishies will be the guard dogs of our street.

Kiabor: Eh.. I believe we should give them code-names...

Kenneth: The black one will be the leader. Codename: A.P.N.N.

Kiabor: Eh.. What's that stand for?

Kenneth: It doesn't stand for anything. Its a CODENAME!

Kiabor: Eh.. The black one can't lead...

Kenneth: Alright. A.P.N.N will not be the leader. The blue one will be the leader. Codename: T.G.I.F.

Kiabor: Eh.. Why T.G.I.F?

Kenneth: Because blue is my favorite color.

Kiabor: Blue goes with Monday. S.I.M. Shit its Monday!

Kenneth: Come on. We can't name our guards after crap.

Kiabor: Eh.. Ah fine! I get the next call. I'm naming the yellow one. Codename: Dirty Fellow.

Kenneth: I thought I said we shouldn't name the fish after crap?

Kiabor: Eh.. You said it. Lets take turns naming. I'll name another one. The white one. Codename: Ang Moh.

Kenneth: Why not the yellow one? Why the white one?

Kiabor: Eh.. Respect my authority. Pick your fish and name it.

Kenneth: The green one. Codename: Bok

Kiabor: Eh.. Why the heck are you naming the fish Bok!?

Kenneth: I don't know. The fish just feels so... depressed. So... emo. The color reminds me of... chemicals... Then the word 'BOK!' just popped into my mind...

Kiabor: Eh.. Alright. I'll take the purple one next. Codename: Gaylord.

Kenneth: You are so typical... The red one. Codename: Red Bull.

Kiabor: Eh.. That's a damn fish. Not a cow...

Kenneth: Respect my authority. The fish looks energetic.

Kiabor: Eh.. Alright the pink one... Why'd you choose a pink fish?

Kenneth: What's wrong with having a vibrant color?

Kiabor: Eh.. Because you already have one gay color and one more gay color makes gay even more gay?

Kenneth: Damn it. Just name the pink fish.

Kiabor: Eh.. Codename: Bokster.

Kenneth: What!? I named the green one Bok already.

Kiabor: Eh.. Oooh. Its different the green one is Bok. The pink one has a more wicked name. BOKSTER! RAAAAAWWWWWRRRRR!!!!!

Kenneth: Can't you think of something else?

Kiabor: Eh.. Respect my authority!

Kenneth: ...

Kiabor: Eh.. Okay, okay. The pink one will be Kanpokky.

Kenneth: What does that mean?

Kiabor: Eh.. I have no idea... Can those fish morph? I mean you've a black one, a red one, a blue one, a yellow one and a pink one. There's even a green one.

Kenneth: After so long and you still say things that make you sound like a moron...

Kenneth: This is a story about a bag.

Kiabor: Eh.. What's so interesting about a bag?

Kenneth: Its not the bag that's interesting. Its the journey...

Kiabor: Eh.. Ooh.. It sounds profound...


Kenneth: Here we have a seemingly simple looking bag.

Kiabor: Eh.. Leather?

Kenneth: Yes and this is how the story goes... On a wild and bumpy night, a drunkard pulled a bag from a club and passed it to his friends. He told them that the bag was 'important' and told them to hold on to it.

Kiabor: Eh.. Important?

Kenneth: Yes. It contained his precious cigarettes. So they took the bag back to the chalet where everyone was staying in for the night. The drunk then left for home after making a fool of himself in front of his friends.

Kiabor: Eh.. Then what about the bag?

Kenneth: The next morning, the drunk's friend opened the bag and realized the bag did not belong to anyone they knew. It had lots of funny lecture notes in it. After careful searching, the bag was found to belong to a certain Mr Kaplan. He was a professor. A German.


Kiabor: Eh.. So they kept the bag?

Kenneth: Since the bag did not contain any gold, they decided to return the bag. From the information gathered, they realized Professor Kaplan would depart Singapore the following day hence the bag had to be returned as soon as possible.

Kiabor: Eh.. So who did the honours?

Kenneth: The responsibility fell to yours truly. As I had a long day, the task of returning Professor Kaplan's bag was left till later in the night after I had ample rest.

Kiabor: Eh.. So did assasins come knocking at your door?

Kenneth: Sorry to disappoint but no. So after a good rest, I set off for Miramar Hotel at 2.30 a.m. After driving aimlessly for an hour or so, I finally found the hotel.


Kiabor: Eh.. Were you ambushed by assasins?

Kenneth: No. I arrived but apparently at 3.30 a.m, Professor Kaplan was still out partying so I returned his bag and left.

Kiabor: Eh.. Did he gve you a reward or something?

Kenneth: Sadly no. All I got was a 'You're a very honest person. Thank you very much!' call. Yeah it felt good but a reward would have been better. Though I would most probably reject it.

Kiabor: Eh.. So the bag's journey ended right there?

Kenneth: Yes. Now you see how a bag was stolen, taken halfway around Singapore then returned to its original owner.

Kiabor: Eh.. What an adventure for a simple looking bag...

Kenneth: And the lesson learnt? Don't take orders from a drunk. You never know what you'll end up with...