tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12647025536290482692011-07-28T19:58:22.536+08:00Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.comBlogger1231100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-55215760790545115492011-03-30T00:47:00.000+08:002011-03-30T00:49:57.980+08:00Kenneth: Moved house to: <a href="http://jalanjalandrive.blogspot.com/">http://jalanjalandrive.blogspot.com/</a> YEEEEHAAAAA!!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-5521576079054511549?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-82543151489381407422011-03-28T00:13:00.001+08:002011-03-28T00:18:45.300+08:00Kenneth: Since Kiabor died a few months back, I've been thinking... Time to move on... Time to start something new...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-8254315148938140742?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-52862766906892868242010-10-11T23:08:00.004+08:002010-10-11T23:38:45.087+08:00<div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">Kiabor: Eh.. If I were PM, the first thing I would do is change the Singapore flag.</div><div><br /></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> </span>You can't be a PM. Mad people cannot even become MP needless to say PM.</div><div><br /></div><div>Kiabor: Eh.. You can be my puppet. I can be the one pulling the strings. We'll make a great team.</div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="Apple-style-span">Kenneth:</span> No we won't. I have my own plans...</div><div><br /></div><div>Kiabor: Eh.. Shut up and listen. As I said. I want to change the flag.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="Apple-style-span">Kenneth:</span> Blabber, blabber...</div><div><br /></div><div>Kiabor: Eh.. I think we should do without the crescent moon. I mean rising young nation? What happens 200 years down the road? Will we still be a 'rising young nation' then? Whoever thought of that didn't think long term. </div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="Apple-style-span">Kenneth:</span> Hey... You make sense. </div><div><br /></div><div>Kiabor: Eh.. Of course I do. So are they going t</div><div>o draw in a full moon when we become a big country? Or are we going to forever be a 'rising young nation'? </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> </span>So you think we should dump the moon. What about the stars? Those look alright.</div><div><br /></div><div>Kiabor: Eh.. Sad to say, though it has symbolic meaning, I would scrape it...</div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="Apple-style-span">Kenneth:</span> And replace it with?</div><div><br /></div><div>Kiabor: Eh.. I'll show you the final product instead.</div><div><br /></div><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/TLMrTlqNssI/AAAAAAAAA_g/IOMTr1fV4LU/s320/sg+flag.png" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526808783240409794" border="0" /><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="Apple-style-span">Kenneth:</span> What the...</div><div><br /></div><div>Kiabor: Don't you think its perfect? Simplicity is bliss. We need a nation where everyone works hand in hand!</div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="Apple-style-span">Kenneth:</span> You are...</div><div><br /></div><div>Kiabor: A GENIUS! </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> </span>No. Mad... Who does the red man represent?</div><div><br /></div><div>Kiabor: Eh.. Ang Moh. Get it? ANG Moh? WAHAHAHAHA!</div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="Apple-style-span">Kenneth:</span> I'm speechless...</div><div><br /></div><div>Kiabor: Eh.. Its great isn't it? I think I'll make a fine leader...</div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="Apple-style-span">Kenneth:</span> Seriously. I wouldn't want to be your puppet. You'll humiliate me. Heck I won't allow you into power. This flag is like what a kid would doodle and draw during playtime in a kindergarten school. You did this in 1 minute?</div><div><br /></div><div>Kiabor: Eh.. That's being ignorant. Flags should be easy to draw so kids don't smear your country's good name when the submit their art and craft on National Day each year! Do you have any idea how hard it was to draw those stars and that crescent moon to perfection each year? I'd erase the drawing block till there was a damn hole on the paper!</div><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><br /></div><div><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="Apple-style-span">Kenneth:</span> What? All that just because you had difficulty drawing a flag when you were young? That's it. I'm ending my part in this meaningless post...</div><div><br /></div><div>Kiabor: Eh.. You're going to back me right bud? I'll give you a salary increment... Attach Elite to your name? Hey...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-5286276690689286824?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-79256898910539613562010-08-08T00:49:00.004+08:002010-08-08T01:20:49.586+08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> So we're back today with a PSA.<div><br /></div><div>Kiabor: Eh.. Kenneth's dream project is finally up and running!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Yes. After half a year of searching, I finally found a suitable skin for the blog.</div><div><br /></div><div>Kiabor: Eh.. Right. So could you kindly explain the concept?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> The blog will be a fictional story about a man's journey in this world called Chasing the Sun. To find out more about his story, tune in regularly to <a href="http://sayonarasunshine.blogspot.com/">http://sayonarasunshine.blogspot.com/</a>. </div><div><br /></div><div>Kiabor: Eh.. What's the inspiration behind the blog?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> I was just reminiscing the days of writing stories and essays as a kid. So I decided to come out with a story in blog format. Something like a soup opera. Except its from a single person's perspective and it will probably be...</div><div><br /></div><div>Kiabor: Eh.. Dude, you're answering more than you were asked for...</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> You can't just break me off like that!</div><div><br /></div><div>Kiabor: Eh.. I'm the one asking the questions. Know your role punk! You're no J K Rowling or Michael Cricket! How many episodes will this soap opera run?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Its Michael Crichton. We'll be looking at...</div><div><br /></div><div>Kiabor: Eh.. KNOW YOUR ROLE PUNK! I'm asking the questions here! Don't question my authority!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Okay! Fine. I'm sorry. It will run for probably 1 season which in my definition means 1 year. After that my crew and I will assess the situation and decide on the outcome...</div><div><br /></div><div>Kiabor: Eh.. Who does your crew consist of?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Ermmm... Me and only me, I guess. </div><div><br /></div><div>Kiabor: Eh.. Thats rather pathetic. So when does this thing start airing?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Its not a thing. Its a story! </div><div><br /></div><div>Kiabor: Eh.. Just answer the question you fool! KNOW YOUR ROLE!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> The first entry is already up. </div><div><br /></div><div>Kiabor: Eh.. Right. So we wish you success and hopefully this project doesn't crash and burn like Tekken the movie. This is Kiabor reporting for... Reporting for the sake of giving undeserved attention to my sorry friend here!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Damn you...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-7925689891053961356?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-65135596040337076872010-08-06T18:44:00.002+08:002010-08-06T18:53:42.945+08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> And we are back!<div><br /></div><div>Kiabor: Eh.. Yeah... And the story goes that we were sucked by a dark portal...</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> After a whole lot of adventures, fighting inner demons, killing monotonous zombies, hunting a butterfly and failing at it, we managed to find our way back to reality!</div><div><br /></div><div>Kiabor: Eh.. And boy does reality suck!</div><div><br /></div><div>Kenneth: Well if it didn't we wouldn't be able to stand firmly on the ground would we?</div><div><br /></div><div>Kiabor: Eh.. For a moment in that portal, I saw half my life flash by and I thought I was gone...</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Well, we're still here aren't we? So lets start living all over again.</div><div><br /></div><div>Kiabor: Eh.. Right. So we'll stop posting nonsense people do not understand?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> No, of course not! We'll still be posting nonsense but in a more sensible format!</div><div><br /></div><div>Kiabor: Eh.. Alright. So till next time.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Which won't be long...</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Kenneth</span> &amp; Kiabor: Drive safe and keep your safety belts on at all times!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-6513559604033707687?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-37530987631600782312010-01-29T15:48:00.005+08:002010-01-29T17:03:22.786+08:00Kiabor: Eh.. I've been watching for some time and I noticed that posting song lyrics are kind of the norm...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> Yeah. Especially emo lyrics... Those lyrics about falling out of love and stuff...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. So I was thinking we should like follow the norm a little and post some lyrics...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> You know what? We should sing it out instead...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. So this first song goes out to anyone bored enough to read this post...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth</span> &amp; Kiabor:<br /><br />This is How I Kick Your Face!<br /><br />When the sun shone on me today,<br />You never failed to block my way.<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"></span>When I tried to brush my teeth,<br />You squeezed the toothpaste into the sink.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"></span>Your hand on my head,<br />I can't stand up.<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"></span>You fart in my face,<br />I fall to the ground!<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"></span><br /><br />With flying swoop like an ace,<br />This is how I kick your face!<br />Kick your face!<br />Kick your face!<br /><br />Even if my pants split and I lose face,<br />This is how I kick your face!<br />Kick your face!<br />Kick your face!<br /><br />When the sun shone on me today,<br />You never failed to make me pay.<br />When I wanted to snooze some more,<br />You put snake powder into my underwear...<br /><br />Your leg on my foot,<br />I can't move off.<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"></span>You head butt my face,<br />I fall to the ground!<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"></span><br /><br />With flying swoop like an ace,<br />This is how I kick your face!<br />Kick your face!<br />Kick your face!<br /><br />With Bruce Lee 'Wata!' and lightning pace,<br />This is how I kick your face!<br />Kick your face!<br />Kick your face!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-3753098763160078231?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-39253839823197151602009-11-29T05:23:00.005+08:002009-11-29T05:57:58.035+08:00<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> So to help get into the Christmas spirit, we have added a noisy teddy bear that won't shut up unless you stop it...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. I thought we were against the idea of implementing noisy song players on this site?<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> Oh come on. Lets get into the spirit shall we? I particularly love the Mr Hankey song.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. HOWDY HO!!!!!<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> HOWDY HO!!!!!!!!<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. So there's an even mix of songs in there?<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> 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!<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Right. Did you notice something?<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> What?<br /><br />Kiabor: Hamchis's Rad has faded to an obnoxious pink...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SxGXNFFZ4lI/AAAAAAAAA_I/l1VGsWDOtAk/s1600/untitled.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 110px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SxGXNFFZ4lI/AAAAAAAAA_I/l1VGsWDOtAk/s320/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409270878407615058" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> Oh dear... Maybe his dye faded color...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. I don't think so. I think because we were busy with exams and no one fed him...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> Should we bring him to a vet?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Nah. If he continues fading color, we'll get a white Hamchis! Snow-colored white!<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> Then he'll shrivel and die? Hmm... I thought someone was supposed to feed him?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Oh come on! He's your damn pet. You're supposed to feed him!<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> Ah... I'll do that soon... Not now but soon...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. He'll probably be dead by then...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> Maybe I'll get that robo-bear there to feed him...<br /><br />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?<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> You're right... It might even lose its hand...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. You are one irresponsible pet owner...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> Hey... The topic today is about getting into the CHRISTMAS SPIRIT. Not ABUSIVE PET OWNERS.<br /><br />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...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> Then lets just leave it to irritate any visitors then... Not that there's going to be many visitors though...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Spread the 'Christmas Spirit' eh... Oh look Hamchis died while we were talking...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SxGaoW0y1II/AAAAAAAAA_Q/665qN31E384/s1600/untitled.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 62px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SxGaoW0y1II/AAAAAAAAA_Q/665qN31E384/s320/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409274645561136258" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> Damn... I thought I did ask someone to feed him... Ah whatever... Hamchis will spread the Christmas Spirit in virtual heaven...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Don't you have a paper to study for?<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> Damn. So much for spreading the 'Christmas Spirit'...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-3925383982319715160?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-70524475280854325402009-11-05T02:57:00.004+08:002009-11-05T03:22:10.636+08:00Kiabor: Eh.. This world never ceases to amaze me...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> Yeah... If my eye has a camera linked to it, this blog would be full of stuff...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Today lets look at some of the injustice we have in this world.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth: </span>Lets analyze the following picture.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SvHO37dsfEI/AAAAAAAAA_A/R9KJfSDMoE0/s1600-h/IMAG0094.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SvHO37dsfEI/AAAAAAAAA_A/R9KJfSDMoE0/s320/IMAG0094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400324888444304450" border="0" /></a><br />Kiabor: Eh.. The location is ToriQ, Takashimaya.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> 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...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. But that's not the whole point.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> Yes. The talking point is the couple... Are they really a couple?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Or father and daughter?<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> 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!'<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Could he be the sugar daddy?<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> We cannot remove that possibility. Somehow they looked like a couple.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Maybe he is a rich tycoon and the girl is after his money. That's quite possible.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> Perhaps that cap could be a clue... She could be the mistress... To conceal her identity, she wears a cap.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. But after careful analysis and thought, I think this could be the most possible scenarion. They ARE husband and wife.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> There is a twist to the story, isn't there?<br /><br />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.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> Bravo. That is a fantastic analysis. However, the mystery like many of our mysteries still remains unsolved...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Yeap. Its all based on our own twisted hypothesis.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> So if you know this couple, do tell us the truth behind this mystery.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Clear the air of mystery behind this twisted story. We'll apologize if our version deviates far from the truth.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> (Actually the girl was pretty cute...)<br /><br />Kiabor: (Eh.. Precisely. Grave injustice... Perhaps she has a matching heart to go along with that injustice...)<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> (What if you were wrong and she was an angel?)<br /><br />Kiabor: (Eh.. Lucky bastard...)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-7052447528085432540?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-32561014263295254832009-10-27T00:30:00.003+08:002009-10-27T01:13:28.617+08:00<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> I have officially gotten quite sick of the fishes we have...<br /><br />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?<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> Nah. They'll live. Just leave them there.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Let them rot and die? Why not sell them?<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> Its okay. They won't die. They are programmed not to die.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Doesn't that feel very inhumane?<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> Alright. Then I'll leae you in charge of the fishes. I have a new pet. Meet Hamchis.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Ham and cheese?<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> No Hamchis. Spelt H-A-M-C-H-I-S. My new pet hamster.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Are you going to abandon him like you did the others?<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> 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.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. You sound gay. You sound like an obsessed fan-girl...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> No I DON'T! Can't you see!?!?!? Ham ham is SO FREAKING ADORABLE!!! AHHHHHHH!!!!!!<br /><br />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.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> Shut up. You won't understand. Look at how he follows where I point! SOOOOOO CUUUUTTTTEEEEE!!!!!!!<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. You've changed. You've really changed. I don't know you anymore... Screw your Hamchis. I'll poison him soon...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> MY HAMCHIS!!!! NOOOOOO!!!!<br /><br />Kiabor: ... ... ... ...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-3256101426329525483?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-83914297762657163272009-10-23T03:42:00.004+08:002009-10-23T03:58:55.963+08:00<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> A few days back when I returned home, I was shocked.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Because you realized you didn't zip your pants for the entire day?<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> No... I think my house got burgled. Take a look. Spot what's missing.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SuC13DOqgQI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Cxb4CYVo5Wc/s1600-h/IMAG0084.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SuC13DOqgQI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Cxb4CYVo5Wc/s320/IMAG0084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395512310954098946" border="0" /></a><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Where's the boom boom box?<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> Precisely. I think it got stolen.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. What the!? How did such a big boom boom box get stolen?<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> I have no idea. When I entered the house, I just couldn't find that Samsung Flat-screen TV...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. I want my Okto! I want my Vasantham! Did you check the lost and found section?<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> Dude. Do you think anyone would lose a television much less find a lost television?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Then what? We'll suffer from withdrawal symptoms!<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> 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!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SuC2fRLT8vI/AAAAAAAAA-4/318a7mgfrRc/s1600-h/IMAG0088.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SuC2fRLT8vI/AAAAAAAAA-4/318a7mgfrRc/s320/IMAG0088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395513001892901618" border="0" /></a>Kiabor: Eh.. Oh my... That looks freaking out of place.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> 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.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. The aesthetics of your living room has just hit rock bottom.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> Don't matter too much anyways. Though the atmosphere when watching a Football match feels... somewhat different.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. So who stole the boom boom box?<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> If I had known, we wouldn't be watching Ben10 in mono.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. So we have yet another unsolved mystery...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-8391429776265716327?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-33656273278217397972009-10-14T00:49:00.003+08:002009-10-14T01:43:26.319+08:00Kiabor: Eh.. Settle down boy.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> What do you have today?<br /><br />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!<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> Ohhh! She studies steel.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Look here. She even has a Wiki entry <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ris_Low">here</a>.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> We should create a Wiki entry for a few people we know and make them famous...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Then their reputation would go BOOMS!<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> 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.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Everything about this just BOOMS!<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> I think we should feed her to the fishes...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Not a good idea. The fish would go BOOMS!<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> Maybe we should have a few more fishes in the tank. A Khaki green one and one with zebra prinz.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Then the Wrad one we currently have might go BOOMS!<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> I believe a new era has dawned upon this country.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Yeah. Its the BOOMS era.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> Anything can happen these days.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. BOOMS!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-3365627327821739797?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-6320131667519783712009-10-13T03:20:00.002+08:002009-10-13T04:11:59.206+08:00<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> Its been quite some time but lets cut the reminisce part.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. So what have we have here?<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> 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!<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. The best thing is they don't die if we don't feed them. HAHA!<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> Those fishies will be the guard dogs of our street.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. I believe we should give them code-names...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> The black one will be the leader. Codename: A.P.N.N.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. What's that stand for?<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> It doesn't stand for anything. Its a CODENAME!<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. The black one can't lead...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> Alright. A.P.N.N will not be the leader. The blue one will be the leader. Codename: T.G.I.F.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Why T.G.I.F?<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> Because blue is my favorite color.<br /><br />Kiabor: Blue goes with Monday. S.I.M. Shit its Monday!<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> Come on. We can't name our guards after crap.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Ah fine! I get the next call. I'm naming the yellow one. Codename: Dirty Fellow.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> I thought I said we shouldn't name the fish after crap?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. You said it. Lets take turns naming. I'll name another one. The white one. Codename: Ang Moh.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> Why not the yellow one? Why the white one?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Respect my authority. Pick your fish and name it.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> The green one. Codename: Bok<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Why the heck are you naming the fish Bok!?<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> 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...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Alright. I'll take the purple one next. Codename: Gaylord.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> You are so typical... The red one. Codename: Red Bull.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. That's a damn fish. Not a cow...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> Respect my authority. The fish looks energetic.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Alright the pink one... Why'd you choose a pink fish?<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> What's wrong with having a vibrant color?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Because you already have one gay color and one more gay color makes gay even more gay?<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> Damn it. Just name the pink fish.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Codename: Bokster.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> What!? I named the green one Bok already.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Oooh. Its different the green one is Bok. The pink one has a more wicked name. BOKSTER! RAAAAAWWWWWRRRRR!!!!!<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> Can't you think of something else?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Respect my authority!<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> ...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Okay, okay. The pink one will be Kanpokky.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> What does that mean?<br /><br />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.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> After so long and you still say things that make you sound like a moron...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-632013166751978371?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-13335932386319279502009-07-24T18:54:00.003+08:002009-07-25T01:56:23.275+08:00<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> This is a story about a bag.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. What's so interesting about a bag?<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> Its not the bag that's interesting. Its the journey...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Ooh.. It sounds profound...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SmmVbrlNPQI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/Wud7vkKBtJA/s1600-h/Photo_0001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SmmVbrlNPQI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/Wud7vkKBtJA/s320/Photo_0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361981134149074178" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> Here we have a seemingly simple looking bag.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Leather?<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> 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.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Important?<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> 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.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Then what about the bag?<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> 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.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SmmVcNkRQeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/kNWaSiv7-94/s1600-h/Photo_0004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SmmVcNkRQeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/kNWaSiv7-94/s320/Photo_0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361981143271948770" border="0" /></a><br />Kiabor: Eh.. So they kept the bag?<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> 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.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. So who did the honours?<br /><br />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.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. So did assasins come knocking at your door?<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> 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.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SmmVb7lZN0I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/39uiZN-mm5Q/s1600-h/Photo_0003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SmmVb7lZN0I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/39uiZN-mm5Q/s320/Photo_0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361981138444826434" border="0" /></a><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Were you ambushed by assasins?<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> No. I arrived but apparently at 3.30 a.m, Professor Kaplan was still out partying so I returned his bag and left.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Did he gve you a reward or something?<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth: </span>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.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. So the bag's journey ended right there?<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> Yes. Now you see how a bag was stolen, taken halfway around Singapore then returned to its original owner.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. What an adventure for a simple looking bag...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> And the lesson learnt? Don't take orders from a drunk. You never know what you'll end up with...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-1333593238631927950?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-3910002619209966172009-07-11T16:05:00.003+08:002009-07-11T16:51:30.735+08:00<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> Today we commemorate the passing of something great...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Kiabor:</span> Eh.. He will be deeply missed.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> He died young.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. We loved him.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> I believe his selfless act of self-sacrifice helped saved me...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Though he looked wild and messy at times, he was still a darling...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> Rest in peace my friend...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Lets have a minute of silence...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> ...<br /><br />Kiabor: ...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> So how do we move on from here?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Would you like to give a commemorative speech?<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> Okay. You were an important part of my life. Without you, my life seems to have dulled. Everyday I wake up and look into the mirror, I feel lost and alone. Your passing has left me in a state of disbelief... Everytime the songs played through the speakers of my computer, I felt an inexplicable pain. I wanted to move to the music but it just felt different. Things won't be the same anymore. A few days ago when I saw you lying there, motionless, a part of me died... Perhaps it was just no meant to be. I guess there is no other way but to pick up the broken pieces and walk on. I will do my best to live while you're not around. Stay strong...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. You won't do anything stupid right?<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> Don't worry. I won't.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Can I look at the last picture we had of him?<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> Here...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SlhPS30sHtI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AMysRjQs_aU/s1600-h/Photo_0005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SlhPS30sHtI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AMysRjQs_aU/s320/Photo_0005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357118942398389970" border="0" /></a>Kiabor: Eh.. He was such a beauty...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> That was the longest length I've ever grown my hair...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Don't feel sad... He'll come back again someday...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> Because of one bloody reservist, I had to cut it all off... I guess he sacrificed himself so that I could escape reservist in the end...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. At least the new haircut ain't as bad as last year.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> You will not be able to understand this incredible loss...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. He will grow back someday...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> For some unknown reason, I feel like a monkey now.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Not to mention you look like one too if you observe closely.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> Rest in peace dear hair...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SlhPTOKon8I/AAAAAAAAA-I/9cKZ_2_91RM/s1600-h/My+hair+is+gone.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SlhPTOKon8I/AAAAAAAAA-I/9cKZ_2_91RM/s320/My+hair+is+gone.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357118948396015554" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-391000261920996617?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-26278399507374915032009-06-29T19:04:00.006+08:002009-06-29T20:05:11.590+08:00Kiabor: Eh.. Its been quite some time since we posted...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> Yeah. I thought you were in charge of posting stuff?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. No. I thought you were the one in charge...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> Ah there's the problem...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Never mind. So I heard we have another fantastic train experience.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth: </span>Yeah. Lets get straight to it. Imagine yourself sitting back closing your eyes. Letting the music through your earphones lure you to sleep... Then a group of people come flooding in. They smell funny, talk loud and are around you. Now what would you do?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. I will go 'Hmph!', turn up the music volume and continue my slumber...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> Right. Then two of them sit next to you. They smell funny, can't sit still and keep talking to one another while you are sandwiched between them. Through the music flooding into your ears, their voices penetrate the chorus of the song... Then the guy to your left can't stop shaking his leg and the guy on the right can't stop twisting... no contorting his body to look at the train stops above you. What would you do?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. I will pinch their balls, make them pay tribute to the late King of Pop, MJ, so that they will sit still.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> And end up on the front page of the Straits Times. So here we have it, the two most fidgity champions. On the left side of the ring, we have Mr Hairgrowfrommynosetomymouth with non-stop talking and 135° turnable neck. And on the right we have Mr Orlulu, also with a 135° turnable neck and a 150° turnable spine.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SkigpAZ7M8I/AAAAAAAAA9g/xdTlBu0TYRY/s1600-h/Photo_0001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 173px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SkigpAZ7M8I/AAAAAAAAA9g/xdTlBu0TYRY/s320/Photo_0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352704783473652674" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SkigxVFM2cI/AAAAAAAAA9o/6d_kBIOI5Qk/s1600-h/Photo_0011.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 173px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SkigxVFM2cI/AAAAAAAAA9o/6d_kBIOI5Qk/s320/Photo_0011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352704926462826946" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. So you got K.O ed in like what? 1 minute?<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> To be exact 30 seconds. Seriously. Once you know which stop you will be alighting, would you need to constantly contort your body to check the damn bloody board? And for goodness sake, they are grown men. Can't they even sit still for even one bloody minute?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. I can't sit still for 5 seconds...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> I think I should have farted there and then, stood up and left the train...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. WOAH! Then how different are you from our dear fartist?<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> At least people will think its that bunch of overgrown monkeys.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Hmm... Actually I would fart, cover my nose and give them the stare before walking away. People around me will be more convinced.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> Whatever the case, the moral of the story is to avoid sitting next to the priority seats. The priority seats invite all sorts of weird people.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. And when you fart on the train, cover your nose and stare at the guy closest to you before walking away with an irked expression.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-2627839950737491503?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-54787434489981589122009-06-09T21:59:00.004+08:002009-06-09T23:01:44.321+08:00<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> Due to unforeseen global pandemics, lesson 3 has been pushed back till now.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Yes and we have decided to alter the lesson plans. Instead of going through the boring procedures of how things should be done, we will look at a specific repercussion of not cleaning your room.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> Please look at a picture we have.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/Si5yOOC_WlI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/_Sxy9Nzn8l4/s1600-h/Photo_0002.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/Si5yOOC_WlI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/_Sxy9Nzn8l4/s320/Photo_0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345335396349729362" border="0" /></a><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Look closely at what is circled in yellow. What we have here is a couple kissing at a bus-stop outside Downtown East, early in the morning around 5.30a.m.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> The were smooching but the case here is not how they smooched but why they chose this location to smooch.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Obviously the guy has not cleaned his room. Hence the couple did not have a more private, intimate location to smooch. If he had made a conscious effort to tidy up his room, he would not have ended up at such an odd place to stuff one another's mouth with saliva.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> Now take a look at the following picture and look closely at what is circled in yellow.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/Si51KhjlBsI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/D5E0wvEpvKk/s1600-h/Photo_0001.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/Si51KhjlBsI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/D5E0wvEpvKk/s320/Photo_0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345338631402096322" border="0" /></a><br />Kiabor: Eh.. This picture was taken at a 24 Hours Macdonalds in Tampines early in the morning at around 3 a.m.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> As you can see there are a whole bunch of secondary school studying. In a conservative society such as Sillypore's such an act is considered indecent (though I found it quite an entertaining spectacle).<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. This act is sending out the wrong signals to the younger generation...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> Once again why has the guy and girl ended up kissing away at a public place like Macdonalds? Obviously both of them have not cleaned their rooms. Otherwise like the previous couple they could have had a more private location to kiss one another.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. The customers would also have a more comfortable time eating their food instead of watching this couple eat one another up.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> If either one of them had cleaned their rooms, not only would they be stuffing their heads into one another's mouth, they would perhaps be having some kinki fun.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Hence take it your mom's word seriously the next time she yells at you to clean your room.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> And thus we have reached the final lecture of CYR 101.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. So now we'll go back to the days of nonsensical blabbering?<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> I guess so. Without the formal speech patterns...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-5478743448998158912?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-41916107261197185062009-05-11T00:01:00.005+08:002009-05-11T03:13:32.024+08:00<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> So today we will be looking at a case study on an anonymous individual.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Yes. Lets look at the room before any tidying or cleaning was done...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SgcBsSz1BvI/AAAAAAAAA7g/uihe8w5wrzI/s1600-h/Photo_0001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SgcBsSz1BvI/AAAAAAAAA7g/uihe8w5wrzI/s320/Photo_0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334234144118736626" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> Bedside. Messy. Very.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SgcBtGP9yjI/AAAAAAAAA74/P1vId1MBcFw/s1600-h/Photo_0004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SgcBtGP9yjI/AAAAAAAAA74/P1vId1MBcFw/s320/Photo_0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334234157926959666" border="0" /></a>Kiabor: Eh.. Computer table. Somewhat disorganized.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SgcBsthpULI/AAAAAAAAA7w/vPxgmoyBP8I/s1600-h/Photo_0003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SgcBsthpULI/AAAAAAAAA7w/vPxgmoyBP8I/s320/Photo_0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334234151290228914" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> Study table. A little organized but still with has papers and some foreign objects lying around.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SgcBsqvVXDI/AAAAAAAAA7o/v8OQYu-IDR8/s1600-h/Photo_0002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SgcBsqvVXDI/AAAAAAAAA7o/v8OQYu-IDR8/s320/Photo_0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334234150542335026" border="0" /></a>Kiabor: Eh.. Book shelf/ counter. A total mess.<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><br />Kenneth:</span> Though this case is considered milder than what we have seen previously, under the Health and Cleanliness Act, there is potential danger that the mess would spread and in turn become this...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/Sgcb-UO9LwI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UEFXRklAZP0/s1600-h/Mess.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/Sgcb-UO9LwI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UEFXRklAZP0/s320/Mess.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334263041040920322" border="0" /></a><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Yes. Hence to prevent a cockroach infestation, the owner of the room had taken some initiative to do some cleaning up.<br /><br />Kenneth: The owner needed no prompting from any Environment Officers to do any clean up. Being a meticulous and cleanliness-conscious individual, the owner made an effort to clean up the room. The results were astonishing...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/Sgce3eTG3eI/AAAAAAAAA8w/etunMlZzWlw/s1600-h/Photo_0001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/Sgce3eTG3eI/AAAAAAAAA8w/etunMlZzWlw/s320/Photo_0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334266222018485730" border="0" /></a>Kiabor: Eh... The bedside and counter/bookshelf had become much, much tidier than before. The area now looks more spacious and tidy. The owner won't be having a hard time fiddling through the mess to find his/her spectacles when getting up in the morning.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SgciKNULLrI/AAAAAAAAA9A/_m9ZFg4efWo/s1600-h/Photo_0002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SgciKNULLrI/AAAAAAAAA9A/_m9ZFg4efWo/s320/Photo_0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334269842411957938" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> Furthermore, the booksheves are are neater and more pleasant to look at now. Books and many other miscellaneuous items had been packed up.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/Sgcb-hW4NgI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/GKBZP2AM0eA/s1600-h/Photo_0003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/Sgcb-hW4NgI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/GKBZP2AM0eA/s320/Photo_0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334263044563809794" border="0" /></a>Kiabor: Eh.. The computer table looks neater even though the wires make it look a little messy.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SgciJ_8l4XI/AAAAAAAAA84/LkC5Zf9UiGs/s1600-h/Photo_0001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SgciJ_8l4XI/AAAAAAAAA84/LkC5Zf9UiGs/s320/Photo_0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334269838823383410" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> The study table is looks less cramped up and has more room for other items. The computer appears to take up lesser space as compared to the previous picture.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SgciKUZzdpI/AAAAAAAAA9I/uCyCY56z9EY/s1600-h/Photo_0003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SgciKUZzdpI/AAAAAAAAA9I/uCyCY56z9EY/s320/Photo_0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334269844314617490" border="0" /></a>Kiabor: Eh.. More commendable is the arrangement made to the second bookshelf. It was a pleasant sight to behold.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> As we can see, the owner puts in considerable effort to tidy the room and has not just successfully met the minimum standards under the Health and Cleanliness Act but has far surpassed it. In fact it is a role-model representation of how a room should be.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. We should recommend the owner for the annual Clean and Green Award.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> The owner of the room from the previous case study would certainly feel shameful upon seeing this...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. In our final lesson, we will move on to how to clean up your room and make it look neat and tidy.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> Remember to clean your room.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Having an untidy, dirty room is a criminal offense. Be safe, not sorry.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-4191610726119718506?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-6680689861400650612009-04-26T22:10:00.009+08:002009-04-26T23:39:48.987+08:00<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> Today we begin a 3 part lesson in cleaning up your room. The pros and cons of doing so and the basics of cleaning your room.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Right. We will be doing a couple of case studies on rooms we have seen.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> In this lesson we will be looking at the before and after of the room of an anonymous individual.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. So without further ado, let us begin...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SfR09HjZwCI/AAAAAAAAA7I/E3eFR_H7Wyg/s1600-h/Mess.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SfR09HjZwCI/AAAAAAAAA7I/E3eFR_H7Wyg/s320/Mess.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329012852434518050" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> This picture here is not a room. It is a pig sty. A hell-hole.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. It is unfit for proper residential purposes. Under the UN Guidelines, this would not fail to qualify as a squatter settlement.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> Such living conditions are a magnet for rats, cockroaches and other vermin.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. It would promote the spread of epidemics and diseases.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> This can be considered a soup of potentially deadly stink and virus.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SfR4cSZWOVI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/SIBn8qV_LNQ/s1600-h/Messy+wif+ghost.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SfR4cSZWOVI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/SIBn8qV_LNQ/s320/Messy+wif+ghost.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329016686455961938" border="0" /></a>Kiabor: Eh.. As you can see here even Oscar the Grouch from Sesame Street has been attracted to the place.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> Evidence that the place is in an unsanitary condition.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. So under the Health and Clealiness Act, Section 5 line 16, the room will have to be tidied up to a minimum standard otherwise the owner will be prosecuted.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> The offender was given 2 days to comply and the results are as shown.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SfR7iUMo64I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/KHnOjoQO99c/s1600-h/Better.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SfR7iUMo64I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/KHnOjoQO99c/s320/Better.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329020088553630594" border="0" /></a>Kiabor: Eh.. Thankfully the offender was cooperative and there was significant improvement made.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> Now we would voice our personal views on the above before and after study. Personally I am appalled by the state of the room. I mean I have never seen a girl's room in that kind of state before.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. The bed doesn't even have any space for sleeping...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> When Oscar popped out from under the bed, I was shocked. I thought he only existed in Sesame Street. I did not expect him to be skipping his ABCs in order to live there.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. I was more shocked that Oscar's eyes and mouth were missing. He was just a mass of green...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth: </span>His facial features have grown moldy due to the living conditions.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. I believe there is more room for improvement in this.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> For the next lesson, we will be doing a further case study on another individual.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Err. No homework?<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> Yes. Go clean your freaking room...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-668068986140065061?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-18393686772826402812009-04-23T00:41:00.007+08:002009-04-23T14:30:03.145+08:00<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> We are finally back...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Yes. After so long. I thought we were abandoning this place...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> Of course not! I was just busy. You could have gone solo for awhile.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. I was busy too. With the Ren Ci Saga and stuff. Even now I'm still busy. I'm a little worried my home's going to be shut down...<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> So what nonsensical hoo-ha are we busting up today?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Lets see... Recently I was on the train and I noticed a very disturbing thing...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> Which is?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Before I enact the story, I have an warning for everyone: If you ever want to lean your head against the glass panels in the MRT, think twice. Due to the graphical nature of the picture, viewer discretion is advised...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/Se9RUGSWGqI/AAAAAAAAA7A/idiDgd3BKSo/s1600-h/Kiss+the+glass.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/Se9RUGSWGqI/AAAAAAAAA7A/idiDgd3BKSo/s320/Kiss+the+glass.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327566289929378466" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><br />Kenneth:</span> Tell me the kid isn't kissing the glass.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. He isn't. He was smooching it. This photo was taken quite a few months back. I was sitting down, waiting patiently for the train to reach my stop when I noticed the disturbing sight of a kid placing his tongue on the glass pane. His grandfather was making a poor attempt to stop him from sticking his full face and tongue on the glass pane.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> EEEW!!! He's lapping up the hair oil of who knows how many and what kind of people...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Thats one thing and who knows how many people have this kid's wonderful enzymes stuck in their hair...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth: </span>Hmm. Wonder how the taste was like...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Aw! For goodness sake. The kid seems to be enjoying the taste though. He looks like he's licking ice cream.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> Thats plain disgusting...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Actually not just the glass pane, he was also smooching the windows.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> That means if u ever want to put your fave on the glass to watch the scene pass by...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Yeah. Don't ever do that. Its not safe.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Kenneth:</span> So the moral of the story is: Don't lean your bare skin on glass panes in MRT trains.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. No. The moral of the story is never let a kid take the priority seating in an MRT train. It is a dangerous bio-hazard to all other MRT users.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-1839368677282640281?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-22600191527889758262009-03-20T06:08:00.002+08:002009-03-20T06:56:57.027+08:00<span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span><br />Today was a sucky day. Wow. Everyday sucks. Hell. The world sucks. Life sucks. I hate this world. I hate my life.<br /><br />Today I woke up from bed and I got up on the wrong side of bed. I normally get off on the left side of bed but I got off on the right today. I knew I was in for a bad day. CAN YOU IMAGINE? I got off on the freaking wrong side of bed!<br /><br />Then I brushed my teeth but no toothpaste came out. Damn! I had to get a new tube. That sucks. Why does it always run out of toothpaste when its my turn to brush? I was like super pissed. Hello, can't anyone in the house get a new tube of toothpaste when its running out? Why does it always have to be me.<br /><br />Then when I styled my hair, my fringe was like urgh! It just couldn't do that look. That, you know, kind of look. BAD HAIR DAY!!! I was like freaking emo alright. Everything was like so fine except for that fringe. Spoilt my hair for the day.<br /><br />When I went down to catch a train to school, I like missed the train by 30 seconds. The train was like so near me. I saw the train door close I was like super emo can? So I waited for another 3 minutes. 3 FREAKING MINUTES! Its like really crappy can?<br /><br />Then when the train came, there was like no seats. I was like, 'Okay...' so I had to stand. Then some stinky guy like stood next to me. There was so much place to stand and he had to like stand next to me. I was like, WTH! It was damn smelly can? He like never had a bath for 10 days. Everyone was like covering their nose. I was like rolling my eyes. EMO TO THE MAX!!!<br /><br />When I reached the bus terminal at Boon Lay, there was like a freaking long queue to the bus. Stand and wait again. My legs were like aching can? The guy behind me kept coughing and I was like super irritated. *EYES ROLL*. Why can't he like cough softer and like cougher his mouth? He's like damn inconsiderate can?<br /><br />I reached lessons a little late today. Just 2 minutes late and MY FAVOURIE SEAT WAS TAKEN UP! I was like WTH! Why must the guy choose that seat of all places? So I was like, 'fine'. So I sat somewhere else. The lecturer was damn boring can? He was like 'Tttttthhhhhhheeeeeee eeeeeeeqqqqqqquuuuuuaaaaattttttiiiooooonnnn.....' It was like all in slow motion. I couldn't help but doze off. So put off by his way of talking.<br /><br />Then during lunch, I wanted to eat minced meat noodle. I specifically asked for no ti kua(pig liver) BUT the uncle like gave me so much ti kua. I was like 'WTH!'. I wanted to complain him can? My friends were like laughing at me. So embarrassing can? In the end I gave the 3 bloody pieces of ti kua to John. He like cannot stop laughing. I almost wanted to throw the ti kua at him can? He sucks la. I was super emo yet he still laugh at me. Life's a bitch.<br /><br />Blah. Blah. Blah.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. What are you doing?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Just trying out another way of blogging. The ultra emo, my life sucks way. Thats how some people blog isn't it?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Yeah. Sometimes I wonder... Are they trying to potray a boring life? I mean are those insignificant boring details in life their milestones or something?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> I was wondering too. So I'm tryng it out. it just gets boring after awhile. How do some people bitch about 1 day worth of stuff!? I have a new found respect for those angsty, emo bloggers out there.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. No offense but does blogging about a great day in school or a boring day in school really give you so much high?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Maybe its like marijhuana or something. People eventually get high writing about unnecessary details in life. Stuff like I went to toilet today. I ate lunch today. Lunch was good.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Actually. Seriously speaking. Do you really care if any particular individual went to school and had a boring day?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Hmm... Maybe if he/she stepped on dog poo or something or if the individual saw a naked man along the way to school. Perhaps it would be even better if he said he set a dog on fire today and the dog set his house on fire...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. I think we really did a wall of words for this post...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Yeah and we probably shot down more than a few birds...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Do you really care?<br /><br />Kenneth: Err... No.<br /><br />(Disclaimer: All characters and events stated in the super emo story are entirely fictious. Any resemblance to actual events or characters dead or alive is entirely coincidental. Everyone is entitled to his/her opinions way of blogging. We just find it ridiculously lame... and boring.)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-2260019152788975826?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-34328035672815763922009-03-08T22:13:00.010+08:002009-03-08T22:43:39.441+08:00<span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> I have never seen so many sausages and hotdogs in my entire life...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. What? Where? Why?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Last Thursday was our annual school day. So we had to prepare food for people. I have never in my life prepared so much hotdogs and sausages.<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310822512007938146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SbPU781hgGI/AAAAAAAAA6I/tmiBu1leWgI/s320/Photo_0001.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. WHOA!! How many are there?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Taiwanese sausage: 600. Manufactured hot dogs: 600. Higher-class hot dogs: 600. A whopping total of 1200 tubes of meat.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SbPVB9mvNfI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/4kYJ63CyHIk/s1600-h/Photo_0002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310822615293572594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SbPVB9mvNfI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/4kYJ63CyHIk/s320/Photo_0002.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SbPVFVhaCXI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/XZQHdai02lg/s1600-h/Photo_0003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310822673253271922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SbPVFVhaCXI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/XZQHdai02lg/s320/Photo_0003.jpg" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310823907384405762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SbPWNLBMrwI/AAAAAAAAA6g/WXBl_LzpbpU/s320/Photo_0006.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. All fried?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Yeah. In the beginning, I was pretty temted to chomp on a few. Midway, I got quite sick of seeing it all. At the end, it just got disgusting. I'm now officially sick of seeing fried sausages and hotdogs.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. They look nice...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Not if you spent a whole night poking them, cutting them and frying them. The orange ones were steamed so it wasn't that disgusting.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. They look greasy and nice...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Then check this out...<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310824690258557202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SbPW6vc8ORI/AAAAAAAAA6o/gmM-HdH8nTI/s320/Photo_0005.jpg" border="0" /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. What is that?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Some carbon stuff that I dug up after frying al the Taiwanese sausage. Thats just the sides of the fryer. You haven't seen whats at the bottom...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Yummy! So all everyone ate was sausages and hotdogs?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> There's still a few other options but the sausages and hotdogs were the hard work. Theres also fishballs. Those were quite a chore. 1200 of them freaking balls. I only have part of the finished product. Didn't have time to take the full batch of raw product...<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310826666428446034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SbPYtxQjtVI/AAAAAAAAA64/L5_3nB9RhpY/s320/Photo_0010.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Looks good!<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> It took a freaking lot of effort so it had to. All in a day's work. And I am really, really sick of looking at FRIED fishballs, sausages and hotdogs for at least the next few weeks...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-3432803567281576392?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-24554946792714675502009-02-26T00:46:00.006+08:002009-02-26T01:44:19.010+08:00Kiabor: Eh.. I thought the freaksow ruckus was over. Why are we back to this again?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> I was just surfing the net and just happened to browse a few pictures. So I thought we could revisit this. This time round the pictures will do the talking...<br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306787240459170114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SaV-4O4k8UI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/7Jrltlm44Ck/s320/Cosplay.jpg" border="0" />Kiabor: Eh.. Those are some words of wisdom.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Well its all going downhill from here. Here we go. TEAM ROCKET BLAST OFF AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT!!!<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306787249154729362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SaV-4vRwpZI/AAAAAAAAA5w/iCD2eTi6erE/s320/Team+Rocket.jpg" border="0" /> Kiabor: EH.. ARGH!!!! MY EYES!!!!! Why don't you just blast me away instead. I can't find the words to describe this mental harm you are doing to my already damaged brain...<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306787449882244018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SaV_EbC7c7I/AAAAAAAAA54/RJwQLcbnOk0/s320/Uknown.jpg" border="0" /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> I have no idea what this guy's doing. If its a parody then I think he did really well...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. ... ... ... ...<br /><br />Kenneth: You doing okay? There's more...<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306787242778035794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SaV-4XhcBlI/AAAAAAAAA5g/zUIHlSm_klE/s320/Jap.jpg" border="0" /> Kiabor: Eh.. This is creepy... Its disturbing to see this... Even for a mental patient, I find it diffcult to stomach this.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> The first word that popped into my mind... Transvestite. Lets not discuss this any further lest I say more horrible things... And now my personal favourite...<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306787244218059218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SaV-4c4xCdI/AAAAAAAAA5o/UqW4FnKpW-I/s320/Rock+Lee.jpg" border="0" /> Kiabor: Eh.. HAHAHAHA!!!<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> I honour a salute to this guy. The split is incredible. For the record, I did not write those words. It was already there when I found the picture.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Can you really go to sleep looking at all these?<br /><br />Kenneth: Not really. I always thought that growing up would give people a better sense of judgement and maturity. Guess I'm wrong...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. You're one proven example. Getting more screwed with time...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Thats called having an inner kid. ANYWAYS here's some better cosplaying to relieve the pain...<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306787448826137842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SaV_EXHIjPI/AAAAAAAAA6A/_dSX2qcdaIQ/s320/Zelda.jpg" border="0" /> Kiabor: Eh.. Zelda!<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> And my favourite. Totally adorable...<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306787244140913090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SaV-4cmX4cI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/wi129WEsn8s/s320/Death+Note+Cute.jpg" border="0" /> Kiabor: Eh.. They do a better job than those 2 from the convention. In fact the kid on the right does it better than my neighbour himself!<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Right. Hope these 2 cute pictures can numb the effects of a series of bad snacks. Bon appetite!<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. I still can't erase some of those images from my mind...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Neither can I. I'm traumatised. So lets spread the 'joy'!<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Cosplay... Just because you can doesn't mean you should... </p><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-2455494679271467550?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-91035427267835348362009-02-25T01:48:00.005+08:002009-02-25T02:20:03.711+08:00<span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> I think you have a funny name...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Do we have to talk about this?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> It just sprang to my mind. I mean why in the world do you have to have such a name?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. How would I know? Long story. Lets just leave it at that.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> I mean don't you ever get sick of answering that? I bet everyone asks you that question.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Well the easiest way to handle that is to say,' Long story...' and if more prying ensues, then I would just say,'I'll tell you some other day when there's more time'. Sometimes that doesn't work. So I let my creativity flow. I remembered I once replied,' Because my wife bullies me'. I think that person took my word for a few weeks. Hahaha...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Why won't you tell them the truth?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Because everyone expects some epic story when in truth the story is just dull, eccentric and lame. So I try to live up to the hype and piece together a wonderful fairytale to please the crowd. What about you? I heard you have a new nickname in school...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Lets not go there. ANYWAYS. I think many people have such fascinating and wonderful names.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Harry Kok, Lim Boh Lan, Sai Man, Ong Kan Chong, Leong Yi Xiang(sucks). The list just goes on.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Honestly, the reason I brought this topic up is because of this picture. It just tops everything off...<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306428746466332946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SaQ41IsMERI/AAAAAAAAA5I/1XseiK25WpE/s320/3055036130_462b89df5d_b.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. WOW! Batman is the son of Superman! Is his mom's name Wonderwoman?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> A family of superheroes. His dad is one creative dynamo. Wonder if he's going name his son Robin...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. So Superman really does exist...<br /><br />Kenneth: No joke. I think this guy's name rocks.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Yeah. Love his name. Beats !Zobile. KEWL!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-9103542726783534836?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-7084704673439052892009-02-23T17:57:00.005+08:002009-02-25T02:16:07.484+08:00<div><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> My jail term has just begun...<br /><br />Kiabor: What atrocities did you commit?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> It was an honest mistake. Lets move on...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. What honest mistake?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> This week was supposed to be my holiday but due to academic reasons, I will be trapped in a lab from 8-5. Just like an office worker.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Christmas comes early.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> One day is enough. I don't want to work 9-5 in future. In fact I don't want to work at all. I want to be a BUMMER!<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Dream on. You need to earn big bucks so that you can bail me out of Woodbridge.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> It doesn't help when you spend all day staring at alien language. Stuff that normal people would stare till their eyeballs popped out...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Is it that bad? Are you trapped like those poor scientists in the movies? Forced to develop Weapons of Mass Destruction? Then smashed like a fly once the weapon is complete?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> If you cosider a robot mouse that travels along black lines a Weapon of Mass Destruction then I guess that sums up my situation.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. So I won't be seeing you after 1 week?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> I guess not. Unless the Yellow Monkeys my fellow group member created can save us all...<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306087632532314674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SaMClsQumjI/AAAAAAAAA5A/JoJnfVegwWA/s320/Photo_0005.jpg" border="0" /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Band of Yellow Monkeys... Boredom really creates the most miraculous things.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> All we need to do is to power them up and get them dancing and grooving. Shalalala. Dangdang dang dang...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Your teammate created that?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Yeah. She created it while working on the motors. Shalalala.... Dang dadang dadang!<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Can you stop singing and dancing?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Its become our team mascot. Shalalala... Dadadang dang!<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. You could be part of them you stupid monkey. Good luck for your next 4 days boy...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Tralalala! Shalalala! Dang dang dang daaaaaaaang! WootZ! </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-708470467343905289?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-12049856438008912182009-02-22T17:22:00.006+08:002009-02-25T02:21:01.061+08:00Kiabor: Eh.. You realized something? This is our 100th post.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> 100th post about stupid things we see in our lives...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. So I guess this 100th post will be spectacular since the title is such an exclamation?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Sad to say, I don't think its going to be a very, 'Wow! EPIC!' sort of post. It will be more of a, 'Wow! This is... I don't know what to say...' post.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Did you mispell the title?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> No. It literally is, 'OHM MY GOD!' stuff.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Ohm?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Yeah. Check this out...<br /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305552120800189826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SaEbizmdnYI/AAAAAAAAA44/ZxJ4_zc8Mqg/s320/burnt.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. OHM MY GOD!<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Let me give a brief explanation. The pellet looking tubes are circuit resistors. Thats how actual resistors you study in physics look like. The Ohm's law stuff. The colourful noodles are the wires but anything else other than the resistors don't matter.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. So the left resistor is how a resistor is supposed to look like.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Yes and the one on the right is how a blown up, toasted resistor is supposed to look like.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Did the laboratory explode?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Err. No. For the record, I was not the one who blew the resistor up. It was someone else.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Was there some 'BOOM!' or something.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Of course not. Its a tiny resistor but someone said that it smell given out was like Subway bread...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Did you taste the resistor?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> No. The smell was more like burnt up plastic to me. I don't remember the smell being fragrant like Subway bread...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Actually this is pretty epic. It really gives a 'BANG!' to the 100th post.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Honestly speaking, I've never seen a toasted circuit before. Whether in Home Economics, Workshops or Laboratories, I've yet to see an ultimately epic experiment. Except maybe once... When some kid overloaded the PC's power supply and caused it to go 'BOOM!'.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Explosion?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Nah. Just the 'BOOM!' sound and the entire PC just died. That was during computer lessons in Secondary 1. Some kid with itchy fingers changed the power rating at the back of the CPU and it just busted.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. So our 100th post goes out with an overwhelmingly tiny bang.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> So where do we go from here?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Continue with this nonsense I guess. Until one of us kicks the bucket.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Alright then. More good years ahead.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Shall we try catching Mas Selamat?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> ...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-1204985643800891218?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-46512648697934733552009-01-19T00:05:00.004+08:002009-01-19T01:25:04.872+08:00<span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> The MRT is full of bizarre people.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Yeah. You get bizarre people who seem intent on spreading their music to the world and think their phones would last longer using the loudspeakers. They probably have never heard of EARPHONES.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Then there are fartists who love to let loose at the wrong places at the wrong time.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. So do we have a new one today?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> I wouldn't say its bizarre, This hinges more on 'hip' and 'cool'<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292670850199463794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SXNYGLM0J3I/AAAAAAAAA38/EfihUDft55M/s320/Photo_0004.jpg" border="0" /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Woah!<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> She is my role model. If she's your grandmother, I salute you for having such a hip granny. RESPECTS.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. All black outfit, dyed hair. KEWL!<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> And she buys addidas. Now thats uber KEWL!<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. I love my grandmother but she definitely doesn't buy addidas.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Sad to say I think she's even more hip than the girl next to her.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. She's even more hip than a few people I know.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> She has taught me an important lesson. Age is just a number. Youth is from the heart.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Yeah but you're still old you know...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> No, I'm not.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Yes, you are. You're old and eccentric. An eccentric old man.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> No. I'm not.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Yes, you are.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> No. Thats not cool you know. Hippie Ah Ma's going to smack you if you keep doing that to me.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Then go run to her and seek comfort.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> I think I would and sit on the lap of the girl next to her...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. ... ... ... ...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> What?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. No. I thought you were gay...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> ... ... ... ...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-4651264869793473355?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-71408533167678856752009-01-14T03:05:00.005+08:002009-01-14T04:06:01.048+08:00Kiabor: Eh.. So how're you coping my darling?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> I'm doing fine thank you.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Its a brand New Year and I can see your room looks spanking brand new.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> It didn't just happen my dear. It doesn't help that none of my room mates ever do the cleaning.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. You have a room mate!?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Yes. I once had a room mate whom I could get along darn well though I knew about some dark secret. Then he moved out and I got an exchange student from China last semester. He was still friendly though but he's moved out too. The current one, also an exchange student from China, didn't give me a good first impression...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh. What'd he do? Pee on your bed?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> No. If he did I would pluck his... Lets not get there. The first day I met him, he had shoes on in the room. Theoretically speaking, he moved in a few weeks ago. Meaning, he had been treading on thy hallowed grounds with shoes on for the PAST FEW WEEKS!!!<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Calm down.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> ON MY SACRED FLOOR! WITH SHOES! SHOES THAT STEPPED ON GOD KNOWS WHAT!!!<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. You don't have to think about that...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> DAMMIT! I'm the one cleaning the floor! WHY!? And it doesn't help that he's not friendly.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. It must be you. Your face. Ugly. Hostile. You scare the crap out of anyone and everyone. You don't need to spout a single word. You just reek of hostility.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Thats not the point. The point is that the floor was FREAKING DIRTY!!! LOOK!!!<br /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290857688596023538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SWznCR3pCPI/AAAAAAAAA3s/5YLLKV9diKs/s320/Dirty+Water.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Whats that?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> A pail of dirty water.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. EEEWWWW!!!!<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> This is round two of wiping the floor. Don't bother thinking about round one of cleaning. I swear I didn't find dirt somewhere to pour into the pail. This is from wiping the floor with a cloth. It took about 3 rounds of cleaning to get the feel good factor back.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. You just ruined my night...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> I'll give you nightmares. The water was a concoction of dirt, dried leaves (I've no idea how that got in), dead bugs, a number of spiders, human hair, spider web, some grey matter (I suspect its spider egg casings) and a dose of gravel from my friendly neighbouring stranger's soon.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. GROSS!!!<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> If I threw in a couple of gluttinous riceball it would definitely sell. Want some Abuling? Red bean soup? Black sesame paste?<br /><br />Kiabor: EH.. OOOOOHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! WHY!? You've destroyed the image of good food...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Its marinate for roast duck. Chicken stock for steamboat. Black soya bean drink...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. STOP! Your room needed a good spring cleaning anyways. So stop harping on the floor.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Yeah. You were right. I'm just not too happy with the added workload. I'd had to clean my table. There was lizard poo on some papers in my paper holder and a layer of protective dust cover over my entire study area. So the extra dirty didn't help. Oh and my spectacles had old growing on it too look at the white mold...<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290857698958022994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SWznC4eImVI/AAAAAAAAA30/Zew0Qdu4Ni8/s320/Moldy+Specs.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. The condition of your room pretty much sums up the type of person you are. Dirty, decaying, ROTTEN!<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> I'd cleaned it all up. Which pretty much sums up my aims this year. Tip-top, better, BRAND NEW!<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. If it was anyone else, I would say please try your best but for you, I would say please don't try at all.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> I managed to clear up my dump. So I could do anything this year.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Yeah. Why quit school and be a cleaner since you're so fantastic at cleaning up?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Can you feel it?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Feel what?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Thw divine wind is blowing... And it blows in my direction...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Do you smell it?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Smell what?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. The wind is blowing... And it carries my fart in your direction... WAKE UP AND SMELL IT MY BOY!<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> You're crude. I'm going to refine myself become a better person. Now that spring cleaning is done, its time for some decorations...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Smells like something bad is coming up in the next few days...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> You'll see...<br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-7140853316767885675?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-5101557554968637442008-12-25T16:30:00.006+08:002008-12-25T17:39:47.184+08:00<span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> So its Christmas!<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Yeah! And this rotting room is still alive.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Our 1st anniversary.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. So what're you going to do this Christmas?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Spread some love and destruction I guess. Your suffering is my joy. Your pain is my pleasure. Your misery is my happiness. Thats this year's Christmas theme.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. So how's that going to be accomplished?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Well. Me and Chai Hong were at the storeyteller's house spreading some joy yesterday. So I guess it was more or less completed.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. How?<br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283646392985963826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SVNIZoSzzTI/AAAAAAAAA3U/f6xLUb_r0NU/s320/Photo_0002.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> First of all, Guan Yu here lost his halberd.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. What happened?<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283646397903133906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SVNIZ6nJ3NI/AAAAAAAAA3c/Lr9PpHthEKY/s320/Photo_0003.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> The horse tried to be funny. It took his halberd away.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Quit horsing around!<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Alright honestly, we instigated the horse to take it.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. What other heinous crimes did you guys commit?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> We gave him a nice Christmas gift.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283646391867659890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SVNIZkIL1nI/AAAAAAAAA3M/ozK7IPJc1E4/s320/Photo_0001.jpg" border="0" /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. A photo frame?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Yeah. Sort of. Its a little dark. We sort of improvised. Thats Hong Ming. He's pretty good looking in the anime world right? He's SMASHING!<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. You got someone to draw that for him?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Well not exactly. We cheated. Trade secret. Can't tell how we did it. Just know that its a good gift.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Thats not the end is it?<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283646398144425922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SVNIZ7grr8I/AAAAAAAAA3k/d6vw0ppeTug/s320/Photo_0004.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Here's the last Kinder Surprise.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. There's something wrong with this picture but I can't exactly tell where...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Lets just say if you ever need to style your hair, Buddha will offer you plenty of help.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Thats a wonderful Christmas surprise! I would never have guessed that but I think its all too mild to fit the theme...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Well, when I was out to buy supper...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. WHAT!? You went to buy supper without asking me again!?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Hey. Why so serious? Take it easy. Thats not the point. When I was just downstairs, I saw the whole street was dark...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Why? The government forgot to pay for the electric bill?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Not exactly. Some poor jock knocked down the lamp post and the entire street blacked out.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. HA... Wait. I shouldn't be laughing at a tragedy...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Here's the layout of the crime scene.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283645619013710898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SVNHslBcdDI/AAAAAAAAA3E/UBk1G0xYxYk/s320/CSI.bmp" border="0" /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. How did the guy get his car into that position?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> I have no idea. It was just bizarre! His Honda was literally sandwiched between the lightpost and fire hydrant. If the hydrant had been spraying water, it would have made everything even more dramatic.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Any casualties?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> None. I only saw a downtrodden and downright depressed driver. I wanted to walk up to him and say, 'Merry Christmas and a HAPPY NEW YEAR!' just to cheer him up but I thought better of it.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. I would have told him, 'If you drink don't drive. Merry Christmas! Good day! Have fun!'.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Poor guy. What a way to start Christmas.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Speaking of cars, I think Santa's not coming to Singapore.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Why?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. He's going to get sick of paying the ERP charges and he'll probably rake up a ton of fines for speeding inside KPE. If he's going to do it without his reindeers, he's going to blow his EZLink card off the wall taking MRTs and buses.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Yeah. That's going to suck. More good years ahead...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. ANYWAYS! We're already past the age allowed for Santa to give us presents. So too bad for you kids! HAHAHAHAHA!!!<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> And judging from the bad deeds we've done throughout the year, we don't deserve any either. So...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth</span> &amp; Kiabor: MERRY CHRISTMAS PEOPLE! Have a blasting good time and cause more mayhem! Love you! MuackZ!!!</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-510155755496863744?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-54136679986588776262008-12-05T03:59:00.003+08:002008-12-05T07:57:08.064+08:00Kiabor: Eh.. Dude. Why are we triple posting?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Because we're leaving...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. For real?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Yeah.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Where are we going?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Some place far, far away...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Are we dying or something?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> No.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Why are you sounding so gloomy then?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Did that seem gloomy? Why should I be gloomy? I'm going to 北海道 baby! HOKKAIDO!!!<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Then what about me?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> You're coming along of course! You'll be with the cargo though. You know security is tight and the won't let mentally unstable freaks like you up the plane. Please understand.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. I'm cool dude. I'm ask the retard next door to join me. He surely know a thing or two in the Land of the Rising Sun. So what are we going to do there?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Besides the usual sight-seeing and stuff, I'm set a few objectives to achieve. 1) I hope I won't piss my 両親 off and hopefully they don't make me self-destruct.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Good luck with that. What else?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> 2) I will sink my teeth into their seafood and ice cream. ESPECIALLY THE SESAME ICE CREAM!!!<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Thats dumb. If you don't do both, its as good as not going to Hokkaido...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> 3) I'm going to get laid by a hot japanese girl in a kimono!<br /><br />Kiabor: EH.. BOY! I don't think thats a good idea...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Why?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Can you imagine, 5 years later, some kid comes up to you and says, "Dad!"?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Damn. You're right. Scrape that then... 4) I will get a japanese girlfriend!<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Within 1 week. Thats as good as a one night stand kid. No understanding. No communication. No true love. And remember those japanese horror shows. What if you dump her and she becomes vengeful? HER SPIRIT WILL HAUNT YOU!!!<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Scrape that then. 5) I will get an authentic Katana or Samurai sword for myself!<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. In case you forgot. You got caught 2 years back for harbouring an air pistol and a nunchaku and escaped with a stern warning. If you do that again, you'll be going straight to prison. Then you'll not be able to say, "怎样? 报警抓我啦!". Not a good thing to do my boy.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Argh! I'm down to my last objective. 6) I will get myself my own anime. I will become a character in an anime!!!<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. You already have one. Crayon Shin-chan. 蜡笔小新. Try something new.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> ... You have rebutted most of my objectives... Thank you so much.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Just being helpful. You don't need to thank me.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> So we'll be on the plane in a few hours time...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Don't miss us.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Yeah. We'll be back in a week's time with a full report.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Drop us an sms if you guys need anything and we WON'T get it for you.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> If you're feeling bored, drop by Hokkaido to visit us.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. BYEなら! LOVE YOU!<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> MUACKZ!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-5413667998658877626?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-28801941904118178382008-12-05T02:23:00.004+08:002008-12-05T03:58:41.157+08:00Kiabor: Eh.. You still not over the Yuna thing?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> No... YUNA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Chill my man. We've got a mystery to solve.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> What mystery?<br /><br />Kiabor: In the second post of the 3 post special, we will attempt to unravel the mystery of the dying critters...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> I don't care about some dying critter. I only bother that my image of Yuna has been utterly killed!<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Dude. Look at this picture.<br /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276014237627270242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/STgq_t-tRGI/AAAAAAAAA2s/HRhs7O3HKLs/s320/Bird+droppings.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Its just the floor in front of the lift door. What's with it?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Look closely...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Oh okay. There's cat poop on the floor. I see black dots of cat poo. A cat shit itself to death?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. No. At first I thought it was some dropping or leave or something. Here's a close up...<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276014417860051106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/STgrKNZjQKI/AAAAAAAAA28/C_4iXtX3g-g/s320/Xiao+Qiang.jpg" border="0" /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> 小强!<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Thats right and there were many of them. Mostly dead.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> 小强! 小强! 你不能死啊! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Come on. Get a grip on yourself. Its just a cockroach.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Sorry. Just had to do it. Its a Stephen Chow line I always can't help but do when I see a dead roach.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. So what's your take on this. Its like a crime scene.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Yeah. Its a massacre... No its a holocaust... No its a genocide... Did you question anyone?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. I tried questioning the survivors but they just scurried away. SO I couldn't get any clues.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> You what!?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. I questioned them. My guess is that someone double-crossed them. Reported them to the cops. So all of them got busted. The snitch must be one of the survivors.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> No. Where did you see this?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. The void deck of my Grandmother's house. Which is pretty close to where I stay.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Lets see. There are some surviving ones but most of them were dead. Am I right?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Yes. They were upside down dead. Not squashed dead.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> That means its probably pest control.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Yeah. Makes sense. When I look at it, I can't help but think. Is Armageddon arriving?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> What makes you think so?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. I mean its like a sign. Suddenly so many cockroaches die.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Dude. Its pest control. Cockroaches breed diseases so they had to die.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. But what makes you so sure they died from pesticide. We have no proof.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> You're going nuts...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. The signs are showing. The world economy is failing. There is so much unrest going on. People are jumping into the tiger's den for no reason. Just like how money sucking barriers are being put up for no reason. Alot of things are happening for no reason.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> You're not making sense.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. See. Even I'm not making sense. Thw world is starting to not make sense. The cockroaches dying all of a sudden don't make sense either.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> One. You have never made sense. Two. It was pest control. Thats why the cockroaches died.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. NO!!! The world is ending! Brace yourselves!<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> You're getting delusional again.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. I'm not.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Anyways. Should we call this case closed?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Yeah. The signs point to Armageddon. The world is ending.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Thats it. This post is ending. Its just a case of pest control. Case closed!<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276014411786234690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/STgrJ2xcK0I/AAAAAAAAA20/DyY2JrC-NSU/s320/Pests.JPG" border="0" /><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-2880194190411817838?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-201221219534917432008-12-05T01:01:00.005+08:002008-12-05T02:21:40.505+08:00(*Disclaimer: We apologise to those who have put in so much effort to dress up and make the convention so much more colourful, humorous and entertaining. With that said, let the flaming begin one last time...)<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. And today we bring you the final part to the AFA 2008 report!<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Cool! Lets see. So far we had Bleach, Naruto and your neighbour. So what are we going to see next.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. No cosplay part will be complete without these...<br /><br /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275981603074800018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/STgNUIzE-ZI/AAAAAAAAA18/6RH3jxVDgeA/s320/Lolita.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> LOLITAS!!!!<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Yeap. You either look good in them or look like a complete freak. If you don't look good in them please never attempt to wear them. It totally scorches the eyes.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Yeah. Its worse than having your soul ripped out from your body. The pain may be temporary but it leaves a permanent scar.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Thank goodness the picture of the Lolita I took still looks alright. So for the sake of humanity, if you are not meant to wear a Lolita costume, DO NOT EVER ATTEMPT TO WEAR IT!<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> So what do we have next?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Being one of the world's most famous RPG game, there's got to be frea... characters from that game walking around. So here we have it...<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275981833171975122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/STgNhh-hO9I/AAAAAAAAA2E/OwlkIa5s-OU/s320/Final+Fantasy+X.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Final Fantasy X! OH MY GOODNESS!!!! WHY!?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Calm down boy. You don't have to get so excited.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Yuna used to be my dream blueprint for a girl. Now its ruined... Totally ruined! ARGH!!!<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Come on. Don't be rude. For everyone's information, the one of the left is Yuna. The other one is Lulu.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Noooooooooooooo...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Dude. You've got to calm down. Yuna is a CG based character. There is no such living person.<br /><br />Kenneth: Shut up. You will never understand...</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. ANYWAYS, lets move on. Next up...<br /><br /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275981835472792338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/STgNhqjE6xI/AAAAAAAAA2M/PxDc2YsaWNc/s320/Trinity+Blood.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Yuna...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. No. Its Abel and Esther from Trinity Blood. I have to say they are the better dressed people in the show. So I'd probably say these two here aren't total freaks.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Yuna...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Next up is perhaps the best looking freak in the whole show. BEHOLD!<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275981839731678002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/STgNh6aeWzI/AAAAAAAAA2c/tZrV2wQ04QA/s320/Gundam+2.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Yuna...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. SNAP OUT OF IT!<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Alright. Alright... Wow! Thats a freaking big freak! Its even got disco lights as eyes!<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. I have no idea which Gundam this is since all Gundam look the same these days.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Its probably the Strike Freedom or something. Since that pink-haired girl is with the giant freak... And she bears no resemblance whatsoever to Lacus... Just like how Yuna doesn't look like Yuna! DAMN YOU FREAKS!!!<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Stop being rude boy! Cut the frea... people some slack. Its not easy to dress up you know? Would even dare dress up like that?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Hell yeah but I won't chose characters that are so beyond me. I would have chosen something like Crayon Shin-Chan or Doraemon or something. I won't go around spoiling the image of characters without the proper looks...<br /><br />Kiabor Eh.. Thats not very nice. Anyway for a the grand finale...<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275981841904043378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/STgNiCgaBXI/AAAAAAAAA2k/WSQCXX1Et9o/s320/Gundam+vs+Naruto.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Oh... The stupid ninjas are back.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Though this makes for quite a spectacle I must say the ninja is retarded. How could he expect to take down a Gundam!?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> He's got his Rasengan and what not. He could chop the bot to pieces.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. All that piece of freak junk needs to do is just rocket himself to space. That dumb ninja would just die with a constipated look on his face without air.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Actually I think it would have been cooler if that ninja-san did a sliding tackle on the hunk of junk.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Yeah... That piece of trash would have just collapsed like a tower of Uno Stacko blocks.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> If I had been there I would have done that. Out of sheer frustration...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Well, we have covered most of what we have seen during the freak gathering. There are characters from some more prominent animes missing such as D.Gray-Man. Hopefully they'll be back next year with more frea... participants. Then we can have a good time laughing/enjoying/awing/appreciating/depreciating/shaking our heads at their antics.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> And hopefully they will start looking at the mirror and stop screwing up the images of anime characters.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. DON'T BE RUDE! So hopefully, the circus comes back to town next year but till then, we'll cover anything else that comes!<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> YUNA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-20122121953491743?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-29056143690344021812008-11-30T01:55:00.005+08:002008-12-05T02:22:17.366+08:00(*Disclaimer: We apologise to those who have put in so much effort to dress up and make the convention so much more colourful, humorous and entertaining. With that said, let the flaming begin again...)<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. In part two of the AFA Convention, we will delve into the realm where ninjas wear colours that are not tactical for camouflaging and have a silver plate on their foreheads to reflect light and tell everyone that they are around.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> The ninjas have more pattern than badminton and don't really fight with swords and ninja stars.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. They attract more attention with their fighting by shouting war cries and incantations when they're supposed to be tactical.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> They've got chemical, biological and nuclear waste contaminated eyes which gives them even more powers. Eye power!<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. They are none other than the ninjas from Naruto!<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274143271394790674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/STGFXJoAzRI/AAAAAAAAA1M/mIbI-0eWVWU/s320/Naruto.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> You managed to find ninjas?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Yeah I thought I would have a very hard time. They are ninjas after all. I was dead wrong. Their glaring hair colour/clothes/behaviour makes them so hard to miss I get sick of seeing them around the place.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> I see their problem. With that kind of attire, standing with a white backdrop is totally not tactical at all. I mean they stick out like a sore thumb.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Precisely and I'd say they are the most attention seeking bunch...<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274143600086121314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/STGFqSGIe2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/-u78cR9p-KY/s320/Naruto+4.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Please tell me what they're doing.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. I really have no idea. My reaction is just like the caption held by that guy with the funky white hair.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> If the're actively seeking attention, then they have succeded but if you say they are ninjas then I think they have failed miserably.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274143596340882082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/STGFqEJMqqI/AAAAAAAAA1U/meosGuoP9Dc/s320/Naruto+2.jpg" border="0" /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Here we have another ninja. Sadly besides a few of the main characters, my knowledge of characters in Naruto is very limited.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Are you sure the kid's a ninja?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Yeah. What's wrong?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> He's just a schoolboy. Kid should be at home studying instead of hanging out at a freakshow.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Don't be mistakened. He is a character in Naruto.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> You're lying. He's just a young punk who's still studying in school.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Ah forget it. Lets move to the next character.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274143595837915810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/STGFqCRSAqI/AAAAAAAAA1c/_LG-QWzNQIY/s320/Naruto+3.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> This is really getting out of hand. Is his name Rock Lee or something?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. I think so. I'd prefer to call him Mr Eyebrow. He's eyebrow are thick, bushy and freaky. Maybe its drawn on. I think lets just leave it at that. This picture speaks a thousand words. I do not wish to obliterate the poor frea... chap.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274143606554144290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/STGFqqMOriI/AAAAAAAAA1s/2NprZUapPwI/s320/Naruto+5.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Alright. I know this one.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Who doesn't? Every show needs a hero but few shows have their titles named after the hero. The million dollar question. Who is she who is posing as a he?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Thats Hamtaro!<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Erm. No.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> What? The chap in the orange suit is Hamtaro isn't it?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. No. Its Naruto. Gosh. How can you fail at such a simple question?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> You're lying dammit. Look at the hairdo and that coloured fur Its definitely Hamtaro the hamster. <p></p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. My dear boy, the main theme for today is Naruto. What would Naruto be without Naruto?</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Eh.. I don't know. Subaru? Mitsubishi? Honda?</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. Whatever dude. Anyways here's the exclusive we promised: </p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274143871962774642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/STGF6G6k_HI/AAAAAAAAA10/FPIrx_LIvVY/s320/Death+Note.jpg" border="0" /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Is that....? </p><p></p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. Yes the one and only!<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Your neighbour next door! What was he doing there?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. He's showing everyone how emo he can get. It seems any plans for a fourth movie was going to be scrapped.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> And the guy behind him?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. The guy with the Dumb and Dumber haircut? He was trying to understand what Isaac Newton went through. He was hoping another apple would fall from the sky so that he could eat the apple he was holding.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> So did you comfort your neighbour?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. He's inconsolable. I wanted to smack his head again but he was like the White Tiger exhibit. Too many people were surrounding and taking pictures of him. If I smacked him, I would get it from the cops.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> So how's he now?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. I'm teasing him about it. So I doubt he's doing very well at the moment.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> So what could we expect in the next Annual Freakshow Asia report?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. In the concluding report of the AFA 2008, we'll have the best looking freak in the entire freakshow and we'll cover characters from various animes.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> In other words, you'll be showing the leftover freaks from the show?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Thats a very harsh way of putting it but I find that hard to deny. So stay tuned soon for the final report of the Annual Freakshow Asia 2008! </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-2905614369034402181?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-54949366434457678932008-11-27T21:53:00.013+08:002008-11-28T06:54:51.980+08:00<span style="color:#000099;"></span><span style="color:#000099;"></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273369049303306290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SS7FNflDUDI/AAAAAAAAA1E/VXbpE9IHTQw/s320/Photo_0002.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Its been a very, very long time...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. What?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Remember that story way back? About the ugly retarded monkey?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Oh Uglay Monarchy. Isn't that baboon of an idiot dead?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> No. And its Uglay Monkay. If it dies then there won't be a trilogy would there?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. True.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> So as the storey went, Uglay Monkay still returned to the village to see how things went. Occassionally giving a helping hand to aid the production. Things were not the same but times do change so Monkay went with the flow. The village was still an overall happy and fun place to be in.<br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273343004939294370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SS6thgwylqI/AAAAAAAAA0c/nUPyx3EHnHM/s320/Champions!.JPG" border="0" /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. So are we going to see the Monkay finally die.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Is that all you are concerned about?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Sort of.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> He'll die later just wait.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Oh yeah!<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> So a new village supervisor has taken over and things were seemingly back to normal. New villagers came while some departed. Monkay still returned to Monkey around. Soon he had to depart the village to do some monkey business back in the city. So production of Yokoyoko went on.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273337808277746722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SS6ozBsINCI/AAAAAAAAAz8/JAPegkuHMmg/s320/DJY+Illegal+Airport+Gathering.jpg" border="0" /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Who's the new supervisor?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> A skinny, malnourished villager named Sampo. The previous supervisor, Momo the Emo, was still around too. While Monkay handled the monkey business back in the big city, he still missed being back in the village. So when his monkey business was complete, he returned to the village once again.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273338685512867858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SS6pmFpR4BI/AAAAAAAAA0E/RAvzc7UT1UU/s320/Monkeys.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><br /><p>Kiabor: Eh.. He died in the village?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> ... THE MONKAY was eager to meet the villagers again. When he returned however an odd feeling struck him. Why did the feeling of yearning suddenly vanish? It was the same feeling of emptiness when things crumbled before him previously but he brushed it off for the moment. Perhaps, he thought, it was just paranoia.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. This Monkay is damn troublesome lei! Always so many hunches one.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> However the next few days spent in the village only made the situation worse for him. He began to see observe previously unseen problems. The village had become more fragmented than before. Within a small village, there seemed to be 3 distinct factions. The Forsakens, the Femme Fatales and the ex-villagers. He observed that there was an invisible gap between each group despite everyone being on talking terms. The fighting spirit and pride that older villagers had was also gradually fading away.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Climax liao!<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> The more the stupid monkey saw, the more disillusioned he became. Thoughts raced across his mind. He had always wanted to get rid of the problems that plagued the production but was he the root of the problems after all? Was everything his own undoing? Were all his ideas too big to achieve after all? Was he trying to stop the unstoppable? He had so many questions but no answers. The more he thought, the more he missed the good old days.<br /><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273349692890011474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SS6zmzUf11I/AAAAAAAAA00/O8U5zM-vlIM/s320/Crazy+Gorilla.JPG" border="0" /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Why the Monkay playing mind games with himself? He sot already izzit?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> He missed the times when everyone could chit chat about anything under the sun. He missed the days when everyone would hang out after work to play. He missed the fun that came with the work.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273365302127446146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SS7BzYQtSII/AAAAAAAAA08/1wIJOZvD3NQ/s320/Photo_0001.jpg" border="0" /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. He miss me?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Not you but the people whom he slogged it out with in the past. He knew the past was the past. He knew that everything that once was will never be again. He knew his time would sooner or later end. He knew he had to make his choice sooner or later.<br /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273340367043696370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SS6rH91eFvI/AAAAAAAAA0U/pPyk_c_swb8/s320/PICT0660.JPG" border="0" /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Kaoz... Does he know he's an idiot?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Probably not since he is one. And so he made his choice.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. What? He gonna commit suicide?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> To be continued...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Thats a damn rip off! I thought it was a trilogy?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Star Wars had six episodes dear.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Is there any sneak peeks?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> All will be revealed soon.</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. Bloody rip off!!!<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Thats how the world works. Every stories has many many sequels and prequels.</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. Ah Fine!<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Coverage for the Annual Freakshow Asia will resume. Look forward to seeing Ninja freaks!<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. OH! And there will a special EXCLUSIVE! So stay tuned.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-5494936643445767893?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-53002267889203794502008-11-25T02:58:00.007+08:002008-11-25T13:12:18.288+08:00(*Disclaimer: We apologise to those who have put in so much effort to dress up and make the convention so much more colourful, humorous and entertaining. With that said, let the flaming begin...)<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Today we have a report of the AFA 2008 that took place at Suntec Convention Hall from 22nd to 23rd November.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> AFA? What's that?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. AFA is short for Annual Freakshow Asia. Basically, its a festival where freaks and geeks dress funny, congregate, pose, act weird and dance para para.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Then isn't the staff at your hospital on standby?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Its an annual thing. So they're allowed to roam abit before being fetched home.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> And you were the media?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Yeah. I managed to get quite a few pictures. <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SSr_Q0qq4EI/AAAAAAAAAyk/Om4OFqC5-Po/s1600-h/Bleach.jpg"></a>Today, we'll get a lowdown on the punks from Soul Society.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Bleach!!!<br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272308919614111618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SSsBB0u4_4I/AAAAAAAAAzM/sh7wwCxnMGY/s320/Bleach.jpg" border="0" /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Here we have Aizen Sousuke. The big, big, big, big badass from Bleach. Ex-Captain of squad five. He's put on quite abit of weight since he left Soul Society. Probably enjoying good food since arriving in Tokyo. Being out of Soul Society does age you down quite alot eh...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> He looks darker too. Probably went to the beach for a tanning session.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Soi Fong was also there. I was puzzled why she was holding her hands like that. I think its the way they pray in Soul Society.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272308946594502930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SSsBDZPhGRI/AAAAAAAAAzs/uaDScOcvaEI/s320/Guilty+Gear+and+Don+Kanonji.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Don Kanonji!<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Yeah. BOHAHAHAHA!!! And the guy with the paper bag is Faust from Guilty Gear. Poor guy keeps stealing my Macdonald's paper bag. Seems he's got a fetish for such stuff.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Does he have a face under that bag?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Some things are better left unknown...<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272308944110563042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SSsBDP_TLuI/AAAAAAAAAzk/dOeuidSBYKQ/s320/Bleach+4.jpg" border="0" /><span style="color:#000099;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> And who do we have here?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Its Abarai Renji. Vice-captain of Squad 6. He's having a real bad hair day.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> His hair looks like a red-skinned banana plopped on top on his head. Tied down with a white cloth.</span> </p><p><br /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272308937852156658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SSsBC4rLevI/AAAAAAAAAzc/8AgzqDHKYbw/s320/Bleach+3.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> What the heck happened to his hair?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Let the flaming begin. Ichigo suddenly became Humtaro. I think Abarai and him are not enjoying their day.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Is that Hinamori and Hitsugaya?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Yes. Squad 5 vice-captain and squad 10 captain respectively.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> What happened to them?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Maybe they both got married. Then the inevitable happened. The husband becomes the couch potato. Goes on drinking binges and gets all chubby. The wife stops giving a damn about being lovely, eats more and puts on the pounds. And there you have it.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Isn't Hitsugaya supposed to be a puny kid? He's supposed to be shorter than Hinamori Momo.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Hey. Cut him some slack. The kid's got to reach puberty some day right? And like I said he's a married man. Married men do what married men do. Get fat, rot and die.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Maybe he should have done a Homer Simpson.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272308938590685714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SSsBC7bQihI/AAAAAAAAAzU/m9vLo5OICtQ/s320/Bleach+2.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Well in a world of demon arts and destructive Bankais, this is a pretty good show of power. Ichigo while having a bad hair day still seems able to do some flashstepping.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Wow! His head can move infinitely fast! I can't see his face!<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. He has to move fast to save his friend. Somehow, someway, some guy managed to turn Htsugaya back into a puny whimp. Whoever managed to turn that chubby bloke to that size must be some powerful guy.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Seems like true love still exists between the couple. Hinamori looks worried ne.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Or maybe she's laughing at her husband being whooped by Ichigo's hollow. </p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Complicated love triangle. Can't be bothered with young people these days...<br /><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272309524093655074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SSsBlAmC2CI/AAAAAAAAAz0/jAv_FRW00DI/s320/Kurosaki+Ichigo.jpg" border="0" /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. And this is one of the more fierce looking guys in the freakshow.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Pretty neat. Seems like Ichigo's hair will recover after switching form. I wonder what's under that mask...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. A freakshow is a freakshow. Somethings are better left unknown. Stay tuned soon as we cover more stuff from the AFA 2008.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> More freaks?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Yeah!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-5300226788920379450?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-18522614346066406592008-11-22T20:26:00.007+08:002008-11-23T13:42:47.999+08:00<span style="color:#000000;">(*WARNING! This post contains explicit images. Please do not read on if you are underage, i.e below 18.)</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> You know Vivo City?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Yeah. The ugly eyesore by the sea with a messed up layout.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Today, we found a couple of interesting things in that place and in the process, we learnt a few good lessons.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. What can you learn from a place built for the rich? What's a poor local like you screwing around there for?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Its a place for the public. Anyways I learnt that books can kill.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Really? I thought its good to read books?<br /><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Not if you have this book.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271458351195200834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SSf7cOdBnUI/AAAAAAAAAyU/PCWXggS-Bb0/s320/Books+can+kill.jpg" border="0" /></p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. Thats a freaking gigantic book.</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> King Kong Feng is a strong boy. If he can't lift the book with one hand, you know how heavy the damn book is. Thats his hand by the way.</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. Are you serious? </p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> I can really break your neck if I smash the book at you. If the book drops on your head, I must say good luck to you.</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. Is it safe to sell that book?</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> I think its a weapon of mass destruction. Who needs an atomic bomb if you can drop a few thousand of these? Everything will get smashed.</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. Leonardo would be proud. That finger is ubber artistic.</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> ... Anyways if anyone ever says "a book can't kill," or anything of the like, smash this book on him and lets hear his/her thoughts.</p><p><span style="color:#000099;"><span style="color:#000000;">Kiabor:</span> </span><span style="color:#000000;">Eh.. Can we give that a try? I wanna see if the head will be bobbing, spin 360 degrees or fly into oblivion. </span></p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Next, I learnt a whole new dimension of homosexuality today. </p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. What do you mean? </p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Dogs are gay. </p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. Huh? </p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> I mean today is the first time in my life I have seen animals being gay and I don't mean that they behave like you. I mean they really go at it. </p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. WHAT!? </p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> You know. The birds and the bees? Shoot the gun? The rifle for fighting and the gun for fun? BANG! BANG! BANG! Except the bullet hole is behind, not in front? Get it? </p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. I'm not gay and can you please be more specific? </p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Oh come on! Ah fine! Here's the picture... </p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271458072473578002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SSf7MAInKhI/AAAAAAAAAyM/H9zNsaDI0nI/s320/Gay+Dogs.jpg" border="0" /></p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. Just nature taking its course. Nothing unnatural. </p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> It would have been natural if one of the dogs was short of a certain stick... </p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. Can you please be more specific? </p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Look. Both those dogs were male dogs. XY chromosomes. Male reproductive organs. </p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. GAY DOGS! </p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> I kind of pity the male maltese. It was raped. Unwillingly poked by that other gay dog. Poor dog kept slipping from the stuff. </p><p>Kiabor: EH.. What in the world...? </p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> That gay dog was freaking horny. I think his tadpole water made the maltese's fur wet. The storeyteller and King Kong can vouch for me on this. The fur of the poor maltese around his 'place where the sun don't shine' was wet. </p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. Fire in the hole! </p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> What's more the maltese was violated many, many times over. After browsing the entire shop, the horny dog still hadn't had enough. Talk about running out of ammo. </p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. Mayonaise fruit cocktail. </p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> To make things worst, there were children all around. One kid called the dog a pervert. I cannot emphasize how much pity I felt for the maltese though I couldn't really help myself from laughing each time it got molested. Molested is an understatement. </p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. Firer watch your front! Own time, own target, carry on!</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> That horny dog should have his sacks amputated.</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. I can't help it. I wanna sing this song. Mai hump! Mai hump! MAI HUMP! MAI HUMP! MAI HUMP!</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-1852261434606640659?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-49412638728630989782008-11-06T07:41:00.012+08:002008-11-06T08:46:41.526+08:00<span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Most people who mug have to agree with me that mugging is a dangerous job.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Yes. There is always the risk of getting nabbed by the police.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Not exactly. I think we're on the wrong wavelength here buddy. Mugging as in studying.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Oh right. Sorry. The sun's getting to my head.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> When mugging, do take caution not to overheat the brain.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. The brain is the central system of most of the functions in our body. You can lose a limb, lose your eye, get smacked in the mouth till it shuts forever but lose your brain and you're a goner.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Precisely. No one has ever undergone successful brain transplant before.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. As our illustration shows, overloading or overheating your brain with too much information can lead to mental retardation. So remember to take sufficient rest between studying to ensure your brain does not malfunction.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265326629888643906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SRIyrEjq00I/AAAAAAAAAx0/JyUXDJU3Xg8/s320/Sleepy+Pig.JPG" border="0" /> (Picture: Test subject #000999. Mental retardation and brain malfunction caused by alcohol abuse and overload of informatioon.)<br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265326065517388146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SRIyKOHE4XI/AAAAAAAAAxs/rJL3z4thspo/s320/brain+dmg.JPG" border="0" /> (Picture: Test subject #000069. Mental retardation and brain malfunction caused by overloading of pornographic materials.)<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Mugging also leads to a loss of life.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Research has shown that extensive mugging causes one to become a no-life low-life. Through careful analysis, researchers have been able to find the cause of this astonishing phenomenon.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Apparently, the mugger is condemned to eternal damnation in his own little study room or house. The daily monotonous cycle he puts himself through does not help in this situation. This self-inflicted torture drains the life out of the mugger.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. As our illustrations show, the lose of life can be extreme in many cases. Hair overgrowth and uncontrolled salivation are just one of the many symptoms caused by loss of life due to mugging.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265331100718788674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SRI2vTso8EI/AAAAAAAAAx8/MxWzoYg1UlM/s320/Afroman.JPG" border="0" /> (Picture: Test subject #000088. Codename Afro. Hair overgrowth caused by extensive mugging. Slight brain damage and hearing loss. Loss of life and accelerated ageing. Subject grew from 16 years old to 35 years old in a span of two weeks of mugging.)<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265332800689787746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SRI4SQlT02I/AAAAAAAAAyE/jIMWlbRMWSE/s320/Salivation.JPG" border="0" /> (Picture: Test subject #000099. Codename Rabis. Uncontrolled salivation from mugging for 3 weeks without exposure to outside world. Complete hearing loss. Subject became totally lifeless except for a still beating heart.)<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Hence we can see. Mugging has its dangers. It is a necessary evil though. So do take the necessary precautions when mugging. Mug safe, mug hard.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Have a vibrant mugging life. Do not stay within confined spaces for longer than 1 day.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Grow up and get a life.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth</span> &amp; Kiabor: Good day!<br /><br />(Disclaimer: Test subjects have been properly disposed of according to UN standards. Any resemblance of test subjects to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental.)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-4941263872863098978?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-65393476784132689102008-11-03T06:45:00.005+08:002008-11-03T08:00:15.821+08:00<span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> So now that we know how to become nocturnal, let us discuss the pros and cons of being a Warrior of the Night.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. First of all when someone tells you, "HEY! Look at me! I'm still awake at 1.36a.m!". You can calmly say, "Really? I was up till the sun shone on my butt".<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> However, being nocturnal means having to screw your body up. You might end up mentally disturbed though this has yet to be proven.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Then again being nocturnal means you get to skip the most useless meal of the day(breakfast) and awake at the doorstep of the best meal of the day, Dinner. Furthermore you get to enjoy the most under-rated meal in the world, SUPPER!<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> The only problem with that though is that you have to plan ahead for supper. There would be no ready food source available. Eating Macdonalds day in day out isn't healthy. The friendly 24 hour stalls also provide a narrow range of food.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Being nocturnal means that you can call people in the wee hours of the morning to bug them. Just for the fun of it. Call them, irritate them while their groggy and zombified then hang up. Makes for good entertainment.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> The disadvantage though is that they can bug you back in the morning or afternoon when you're sleeping. So watch out for any counter-attacks. Pre-empt any strikes and you'll do just fine.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. In the dead of the night, especially when its past 12a.m, the streets would be mostly empty and deserted. This means that singing aloud on the empty streets would not invite weird stares from strangers. Furthermore, with hardly any cars on the road, you can cross a road diagonally.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Yes. According to Pythagoras, the hypotenuse is always lesser then the length and breadth of a triangle added together.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Hence, you travel faster from one destination to another with lesser time and energy wasted.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> However, singing too loudly might prompt the 'Dancers' of the Night to pop by.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. 'Dancers' of the Night ?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Yeah. The guys in blue who come in cars with fancy blue and red disco lights. So try to keep your volume down. Also public transport is limited and with the crazy midnight charges, long distance is greatly hindered unless you have your own form of transport.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. You will also sleep through the heat of the day. So if you're allergic to the sun, you get to sleep through the warmest parts of the day and awaken to the cool night breeze.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> However, if you're allergic to moonlight or weak against the cold of the night, then you'll be a more of a victim than a warrior.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. (Wuss!) In the perspective of mugging at night, the night is scientifically and literarily proven to be more conducive for studying. Night has been proven to be more quiet and peaceful than day. Hence mugging(stealing) and mugging(studying) are good activities to be carried out at night and people don't say 'burn the midnight oil' for no particular reason.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Then again school normally starts from morning to afternoon. A possible solution to this problem is to adopt the 'I Don't Give a Damn' strategy. Either skip school altogether or just equate school time to sleeping time. Sleep is very important. However if you have managed to master the more advanced 'I Don't Give a Freaking Damn' strategy, then you might be able to survive. In order to achieve that consult the book, "The One Way Ticket to Hell".<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. We have now highlighted the main pros and cons of being nocturnal. We will cover further topics on 'The Art of Mugging' in the next chapter.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth</span> &amp; Kiabor: Good Day!<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264213335787733570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SQ4-I02AgkI/AAAAAAAAAxc/nna1lgWX1Y0/s320/PICT0664.JPG" border="0" />(Picture: The night is so silent and deserted that idiots can pose for pictures on the roads where cars can travel up to 100km/h)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-6539347678413268910?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-19926754899133721322008-11-02T07:10:00.005+08:002008-11-03T07:57:01.958+08:00<span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Welcome to the night.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Where the sun don't shine and the air's cold and fine...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth: <span style="color:#000000;">This is guide on becoming a Warrior of the Night.</span></span><br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Before we begin, we would like to say that we do not bear any responsibility for any casualties who attempt this.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Do or die trying. Don't thank us if you succeed. Don't blame us if you end up in the hospital or in a coffin.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Before you embark on this warrior's path, you will first need to fast for seven days and seven nights. No food or water...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Wait. Thats the wrong guide. Thats the "The One Way Ticket to Hell: 8:9"...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Whoa. My bad. Right. First of, you will have to go through a checklist.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Yes. If you: 1) Are a weakling, 2) Are allergic to moonlight, 3) Will get scolding for your parents for staying past 'bedtime', 4) Are a wuss, 5) Are afraid of the dark or 6) Have school in the afternoons, then it would not be recommended that you attempt this.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Right. So lets get started. The sun's rising soon.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> First off, ensure you have had enough rest from the previous night. When you wake up as you usually do, go through your daily routine.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Do whatever you like for the rest of the day bearing in mind that you have a very long day ahead.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> You can even do intensive activities like sports, schooling and even the pleasurizing act of...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Sex?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> No. Of relieving yourself in the toilet.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Bear in mind not to have breakfast in the morning though. If you'll die without breakfast then you're a wuss.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Yes. This is because, the three meals you have everyday will have to be shifted to accomodate to your new lifestyle.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. When night comes, your main objective is to stay awake. Go out and see the world, chill at Macs, eat some prata or just stare out the window (Don't jump down though). If you can't or don't know how to then you're a wuss.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Just stay up and do anything you please without alerting the police. The sky will usually start to brighten around 7. By then, you would have become groggy. Before the sun rises, just go hit the sacks.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. If your body's internal alarm is programmed and does wake you up in the morning or afternoon, just tell the system to shut up and convince yourself that you need the sleep. If you can't then you're a wuss.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> If you awake at 6 (give or take 2 hours depending on minimum sleeping time) in the evening, then congratulations. You are now officially a Warrior of the Night.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Your meals will consist of dinner, supper and breakfast in that order.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> To reverse the process, simply stay awake for the day. By the time you reach your normal bedtime, you will be groggy. Plop your limp body on bed and you would have rejoined the Knights of the Shining Light.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. If you are unable to reverse the process and become stuck in between, then you are a wuss. Have fun being confused and enjoy your stay in rehabilitation.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Good nig... Good day!<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263958837108786866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SQ1WrDYlxrI/AAAAAAAAAxU/UbsripjA52M/s320/night.jpg" border="0" /><br />(Picture: The journey to becoming a Warrior of the Night is frought with dangers. It is not meant for wussies. Eat the world or be eaten by it. Nothing awaits you at the end of your journey...)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-1992675489913372132?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-71008502309545504092008-10-27T16:43:00.005+08:002008-10-31T00:46:41.402+08:00<span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> This is one of those Bermuda Triangle Mysteries where we might never get any answers.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. That means we can only give speculations and it would be a vain attempt to solve it.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth</span> &amp; Kiabor: The Mystery of TINKY!<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Its been quite a bit of time since I came back here. When I came on, I saw something different...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. I was pretty shocked to. To see a name on my blog...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> tinky...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Its very eery. Tinky... Who in the world is that tinky?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> In order to get to the bottom of this. I will need to reply to some tags on my tagboard...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Who in the world spends one entire post replying to tags?!?!?!?!?!<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> That sounds familiar. Dejavu... My apologies. Lets first analyse the previous people who have used the spamzone...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. According to our data, the most historical record we have dates back to 28 Dec 2007. So we shall begin with the taggers from that era.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> mph. None other than the cheapskate storyteller. He still owes us money. I think we can forget about getting any juice from him. His business doesn't make much everyday. Pang! We're watching you...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. CHARMAINE!. None other than Charmaine. I didn't mean to yell the name but thats how its spelt. Yeah. Shout the name out. CHARMAINE!. Always tagging emo stuff...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> jkyh. Jason Khor. See you in school/at reservist dude.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. chiobu. Probably either Kiang Gei or Chai Hong. Don't matter. Both are scum.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> ‡wes‡. Lets not bother even naming.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. yy. Yiying. Lets spare this one first. More to come later.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> *conz. KB's Cousin.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Uglay Fan. Didn't take long to figure this one then. Yiying. I can sense that always sounding sorry tone in those tags. Plus: "Uglay Fan: im just some passer-by, sry for my poor language". Always apologising...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Retired supervisor/mama. Kiang Gei. Lets not waste time with scum.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. EUNICE. Lets not waste more time with scums.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> viviann. Who else but that act cute, act pitiful junior of mine.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. m.r. -.-. Jian Feng. Didn't know he became an emoniac.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> YJ. The monkey from Thief in the Night. The current leader of the monkeys. Scum.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. 126. The supper king, Zhi Huai. Supper after exams.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Right. So we can now filter the above people from our list of suspects. Now let us analyse the post by tinky and make some hypotheses.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. "tinky: hey dude! plz upload more! damn enjoying la reading ur blog!"<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Based on what tink says, apparently its the first time he/she has read the posts.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Lets use it. He/she requires too much typing effort. From "hey dude!", we can infer that this person is a guy. I rarely meet any female friends who would go around saying, "Hey dude! Please upload more! Damn enjoying la reading your blog!".<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> "plz upload more!" apparently shows a lack of understanding on how posting works. Posts are not uploaded, they are published. Then again I may be picking on the poor guy.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. "damn enjoying la reading ur blog!". Must be a Singaporean. The "damn" further justifies my claim that this tinky is a guy.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth: </span><span style="color:#330033;"><span style="color:#000000;">The name 'tinky' also has some subtle hints.</span></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><span style="color:#000000;">Kiabor: Eh.. tinky as in Tinky Winky. Tinky Winky is gay. Hinting at a possibility of the person being a homo-sapien... Wait thats not right. A homosexual.</span></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261758970324404610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SQWF58_pSYI/AAAAAAAAAkg/YhQ6zbn4EcI/s320/tinky.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Or it could be he's an avid fan of teletubbies. Since he knows of the teletubbies, his age should be between 14-25. Don't ask me how this calculation is done. I could publish a book with the explanation.</span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;">Kiabor: Eh.. Another possibility is that he just randomly picked the name. This is the most probable reason.</span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> With that, these are the possible suspects we have come out with. Chai Hong. He's a guy, he's gay and he's 18. If its him then lets not bother to continue. Lets not waste time on scums.</span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;">Kiabor: Eh.. The second possible suspect could be BBQ. He's a guy and he's gay x 100. Lets not waste time on scums.</span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> The third possibility is Yong Jing's friends. They're guys. Maybe gay.</span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;">Kiabor: Eh.. The last and greater possibility is that the person is some guy from school. They are guys. Maybe gay. </span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> So the mystery remains unsolved.</span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;">Kiabor: Eh.. And I believe we have just flamed a whole list of people.</span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> With that we can only stare into the great beyond...</span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;">Kiabor: Eh.. In search of an answer...</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth</span> &amp; Kiabor: To the Mystery of TINKY!!!!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-7100850230954550409?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-77128041773692803422008-10-08T21:51:00.005+08:002008-10-27T16:43:30.967+08:00Kiabor: Eh.. I have a question thats been bugging me...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> What's up?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. You know Ken and Ryu? From Street Fighter?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Of course I know myself.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Not you idiot.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Right. Of course. Who doesn't know the infamous duo?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. I was just thinking about this. What is the name of the kick they do?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Lift-my-leg-sky-high-drop-it-on-you-and-make-you-fly kick?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. NO! This one:<br /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254781959469095154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SOy8WeJJWPI/AAAAAAAAAkY/t0C7AfYr9Ss/s320/Ryu+Kick.gif" border="0" /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Oh. The hurricane kick thing.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Yeah. What's the name of it?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Hurricane kick.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. That's not it. Thats not what he says in the game.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneh:</span> Oh, really? Hmm.. I know. Its called the pa-pla-plu-gen kick.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Are you sure?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Yeah.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. I thought its more like ata-ta-du-ken kick.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> No its ata-da-pun-jiet.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Or was it ada-ka-ryu-ken? Has both their names in it. More fitting isn't it?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Who would name a kick after two people? I think its blu-blu-balu-gen.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Nah. I think its pa-pa-pun-kiat.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> This is going nowhere. Why do you want to know anyways?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Just trying to satisfy my thirst for knowledge. I mean we know the uppercut fist and the fireball move but people often forget about the kick.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> And Ryu's still spinning. Can you make him stop?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Let him be. I think he's sick of doing fireballs. This kick will be something more refreshing. The ata-ta-du-gen kick.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> No. Its ata-da-balu-gien. </p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. Ba-ka-bu-gien.</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Ba-ba-buay-gien.</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. Screw you. Take this!!</p><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SOy7IFr_07I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/41dqGCDGo0c/s1600-h/hadouken.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254780612874589106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SOy7IFr_07I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/41dqGCDGo0c/s320/hadouken.png" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> OOOFF!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-7712804177369280342?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-47898621631192090272008-10-04T23:25:00.004+08:002008-10-05T00:09:36.718+08:00Kiabor: Eh.. I recently discovered a shocking truth about you...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> What?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. I've dug up your mysterious background.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> And?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. You're not as clean as I thought you were...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Damn it madman. Get to the point.<br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253320526315460066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SOeLL3ZNFeI/AAAAAAAAAkA/lEKzaiNUqHA/s320/Yakuza.jpg" border="0" /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. I believe this is your family photo.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> So now you've found out...<br /><br />Kiabor: Mafia or yakuza?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> It doesn't matter. Damn. Mom and Dad won't be happy about this.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. How come your parents looks so young?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> We have tons of cash to spare. Money can do wonders. You ever see those Hollywood actors age? How do you think Brad Pitt looks only 30 plus when he's already a bag of old bones at 60?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. He's 60?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Yeah. He hired us for a job once.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Then why do your siblings look so different?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> How do you think the underworld network in the world is so large? This is called going global. That way we have a global network. My two brothers to the left control the Indian mobs. My brother next to me takes care of the mafia in Hong Kong and the local punks. I'm in charge of the Yakuzas in Japan. My other two brothers on the right help handle the rest of South-East Asia.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Thats big family business. But are you guys too poor to get shoes?</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> WHAT!? You trying to offend THE family?</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. Look at the photo. Your family members aren't wearing shoes.</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> We were in a studio. No shoes allowed.</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. Didn't you point a gun at the owner?</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> No. Of course not. We're all family.</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. I can't imagine 8 people can own the underworld in Asia...</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> What makes you think there's only 8 of us?<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253320681059329522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 329px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SOeLU33BJfI/AAAAAAAAAkI/D_XiAmx3a7Y/s320/Photoshoot.jpg" width="351" border="0" /></p><br /><p>Kiabor: Eh.. I rest my case... But how come you have so few sisters?</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Ask my mom. Don't ask me.</p><p>Kiabor: And your brother's strangling your dad...</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Come on. We come from viol... a harsher environment. Such gestures are friendly. We preach peace. Peace to all beings. You don't touch me you live. You touch me, we shoot you. You meddle in our affairs, you'll disappear forever. You leave our family business, we remain friends. Get it?</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. Chill man. You're live is really complicated.</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> This is called family. Nothing complicated. </p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. No wonder your computer got stolen. Must be your rival families...</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> We'll have that taken care of...</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. Right of course. You don't touch me you live. You touch me, we shoot you.</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> So. You interested in joining my family?</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. I'm happy with my own room in paradise.</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Right. If you ever want to join me, just look me up on Facebook. I need more people in my family. My mob is a little small. So if you're ever interested, add me on Facebook and accept my invitation for Mafia Wars. Thank you.</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. What the? .........</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-4789862163119209027?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-4076804607698299312008-09-27T00:16:00.008+08:002008-09-27T01:03:01.566+08:00<span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> My computer got stolen recently...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Stupid fool. How did it happen?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> I got robbed.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. I think the blog nearly died. Any idea who stole it?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Yeah. I got a couple of pictures. Here's one...<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250367808812115538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SN0NtFhkZlI/AAAAAAAAAjg/NV2QQ2AhXGQ/s320/Thug.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. That thug! Did you call the police?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Yeah. Any idea who he is?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. No idea whatsoever.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Here's another picture of him with his accomplice.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250369734763928594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SN0PdMQQ3BI/AAAAAAAAAjo/xzyet4ckhYc/s320/Partners+in+Crime.jpg" border="0" /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. The guy on the right looks familiar...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Apparently the guy on the left is his boss...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. How did you know?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> I've been tracking these thugs for some time. Source tells me he's quite a lecherous thug.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. So you know who he is?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> If I knew they would be in jail. Apparently they have many more minions working for them.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250369943889075682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SN0PpXTlXeI/AAAAAAAAAjw/VBlrcmxmPH4/s320/Men+in+Black.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p>Kiabor: Eh.. Look at the bunch of monkeys!</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Precisely. Because they're monkeys, the World Endangered Species Act prohibits us from making any forms of arrest. So we could only send them back to Dunman High Zoo. Darn those animal activists!<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Maybe I could try speak with them and get some clues.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> What!?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Nevermind.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> This picture is the most bizarre of all...<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250371020778288098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SN0QoDB-s-I/AAAAAAAAAj4/-rY6RhnxarA/s320/Auntie+Thief.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. What is this?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> A third accomplice. I suspect the guy got his mom involved. Either that or he pulled some auntie off the street for the job.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Shame on the thug. Getting old-aged people to steal... I can't help it but I have to sing something...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> What?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. You've been hit by. You've been struck by. A Smooth Criminal... WOOOH!!!<br /><br /></span><span style="color:#000099;"></p></span><span style="color:#000099;"><p>Kenneth:</span></p> ...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Kenneth, are you okay? So, Kenneth, are you okay? Are you okay, Kenneth?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> ...<br /><br />Kiabor: WOOH!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-407680460769829931?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-65896036583315873032008-09-07T00:11:00.003+08:002008-09-07T00:23:30.810+08:00Kiabor: Eh.. This is a PSA.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> We aren't dead.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. I was just lost in Mandai for a month.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> I was just lost in Mandai searching for him for a month.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. You weren't, you liar.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> I was.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. You were busy with your own stuff...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> And searching for you.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Anyways, we're just not dead.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Too bad for the world. I know everyone's been hoping for us to just 死.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Just to let you know, we're still alive and kicking.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> We'll be back with updates real soon. With pictures!!!<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. You'll see that cam-whore in tons of pictures...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> And you'll see that lost mad-man's pathetic face in some pictures...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth</span> & Kiabor: ............... We're not dead....................<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-6589603658331587303?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-8620936490575646022008-08-10T22:25:00.003+08:002008-08-11T04:02:03.448+08:00<span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Hey boy, did you watch the National Day Parade?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. No. Why?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> It was boring!<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. What happened?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> I don't know.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. What do you mean you don't know?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> I didn't watch the parade.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Then?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> The boredom spread from the television to the living room and permeated to my room.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. What?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> I kept yawning. I could feel the lethargy taking over me. It was definitely caused by the parade.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Uh huh...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Thats it. The parade was boring. Period.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. You're behaving like your fellow countrymen. Complaining without rhyme or reason. Condemning stuff just because you thought so.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> No. I knew it was boring.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. But was it really boring?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> I'm quite sure it was.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. How can you be sure if you didn't even watch?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> You have to trust me on this. It was boring.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Why?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> The day itself was pretty boring. I was so bored I did something dumb.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. What?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> I created a Facebook account.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Are you serious!?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> I'm sorry. I have sinned. Please kill me now...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Unbelievable. I'm am speechless...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> ARGH!!! See. Now you believe me, don't you? The parade was freaking boring!<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. What is this world coming to? Now you've been unleashed upon the Facebook community...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Come on. It isn't that bad, is it?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. If you do not wish to live in pieces, please avoid adding this guy as a friend. Period.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Right but what makes you think I'll even add people as friends?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Because you're bored, lonely and attention-deprived?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> What!? I'm not talking to you...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Come on. I hit the spot, didn't I?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Talk to my hand...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Oh. Don't get upset. Come. Let me give you a hug.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Burn in hell...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-862093649057564602?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-12744498709113620262008-08-09T03:40:00.009+08:002008-08-09T15:46:44.372+08:00<span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> What day is it today?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. WHAT DAY IS IT TODAY!? YOU DON'T KNOW!?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Hmm... Let me see... ITS SATURDAY!<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. You're dumb and blind. Its NATIONAL DAY!<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> OHHHHHHHH!!!!! Happy Birthday Silly... Singapore!<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. You have to stop the Sillypore thing. The Gharmen is watching...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Hey. Since its National Day, I think we should slack off the proper english for today...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Yah. Lets swope the Queen's English for Singlish today.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Yah. So why we celabate National Day?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Becos this day nearly dunno how many hundreds years ago got one prince bak jiu put stamp. He say he sees one LION. Summore he very dua kang. Say the lion is or lu lu one. SIAOW!<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Walau. Obviously the prince is dua pao one loh. He either on drugs, drunk or he really despo for attention. Where got lion is or lu lu one? Kee hong one lei.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. But bopian. He prince what. Summore his bodygad and kah kias all say is true. So people sux thumb believe him lo. Then he jitao dua pao xian. Say this place called Singapra.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> No wonder got that Merlion everyday vomit in the sea. I think the Merlion oso buay tahan this prince. Becos of him the Merlion look so chui. But the prince oso legend liao lo.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. No lah. The prince accherly is a thug lei. He kena exiled one. Dunno what he do then he kena gan by his lao bei.<br />His lao bei jitao shout, "SHUDUP LAH!".<br />He reply, "YOU SHUDUP TOO!".<br />His lao bei buay song shout back,"YOU SHUDUP THREE!".<br />He reply, "NO! I SANGNI... SAGNA... Sagni... Sagn... AIYA! SEE YOU GIVE ME THIS NAME I CANNOT REMEMBER!".<br />His lao bei gan back, "YOU GETOUT!!!!".<br />He argue back, " I GETOUT!!!!!!!!".<br />Wah then he take his sampan zhng turbo, zhng bass speaker and put mugen sticker one and dayung sampan his was across the Causeway. The Causeway jam. He buay tahan but kena exiled so have to wait.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Wah. His sampan how many CC one?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Last time is not horsepower one. So also not really count by CC. Last time is manpower. Musclepower! His turbo is 6X Muscle man prus 4X Kah kia PRUS 1X singer to sing him 'Dayung Sampan'. So he finally pass the Causeway. Then wah, JIALAT!<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> What happen?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. He dayung sampan past the gantry. NO CASHCARD! NEVER PAY ERP!!!<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Siao liao...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. So he pia his turbo sampan down the Causeway into the prace he find the brack lion loh.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Budden they named the prace Singapra what. Summore thats not the story I heard why we celebrate National Day today lei. Singapo oni 43 years old lei...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. No no no. Listen the story haven end yet. Then ah people come into Singapra and start to fis for fis. So Singapra become a fising village. Sometimes bo hi, he mah ho. So no fis they catch prawn. Then ah one day, many many many years later, some ang moh who make the ah bu of England angry, kena sent out go jiak hong in the ocean. His name of course is Laffes. She buay song him but he also buay song he kena sent out to jiak hong. So he zua his turbo boat. People say he got foresight. Say he very smart to choose Singapra. BUT accherly is tyco one. Last time colony is very in and happening one. So since the ah bu of Engrand angry wif him, she send him out to go find her more colonis. Laffes lan lan sux thumb. He emo max liao so how can he still can say he think Singapra is a zai place?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Wah. How he make the ah bu angry?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. I oso not confirm. But she just pek chek wif him and he pek chek he kena tekan. So he anyhow zua and land on Singapra. Then he just luan luan lai. Sign contract and make Singapra another colony for Engrand and rename the place to Singapo. Since Laffes finish his job, he throw everything to his kah kia. I like this guy. Becos his name super zai.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> What his name?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. William Farquar (Correct spelling, Farquhar)!<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Wah zai max! Machiam like bapok liao.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. So Laffes zabo. Leave Farquar to settle everything. That time Singapo still very messy. So he really is dui max. Laffes pek chek finish, Farquar's turn to pek chek. I think he everyday also cursing that Laffes.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Wah. Laffes pangseh kia lo.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Yah. Although Farquar pek chek, he ngiah ngiah lai. End up although still got lobang here and there, the coloni still quite zai. Then Laffes suddenly come back. Engrand ah bu told him he kio tio a very zai coloni. Got potential to own and pawn the other coloni. So she make Laffes in charge and send him back. Laffes of course very high. His balls kena lifted. So he turbo back to Sigapo. Then he gan Farquar becos still got lobang here and dere. Farquar sadded but he can only suck thumb. So Laffes settle the lobangs and then Singapo become steady pompipi milo liao.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Laffes kio sai! Budden this story oso like 200 years ago lei...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Thats the full story what. No meh?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Wah... Your history is chui max lo. Down lei you. The story actually damn simple. We celebrating National Day because 43 years ago ah, Singapo and Malaysher divorce. Before that we dabai merdeka here and there. Even ah lau oso shout 'MERDEKA!'. Then Malaysher kao bei us and we oso kao bei them. End up we split lo. So now we celebrate National Day. Show off to Malayshia we still happy go lucky and show off our dua paos... just kidding. Accherly is just celebrate for fun lo. You happy, I happy, everyone happy. Hua hee tiu ho!<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. REALLY AH! So simple? Walau. Ups liao lo. I so off...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Haiya. Later go watch fireworks liao. JIBABOM!!!!<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. COUNT ON ME SINGAPO!!! COUNT ON ME SINGAPO!!! COUNT ON ME TO GIVE MY BEST AND MOH!!! Eh. Beijing Olympics start liao lei...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth</span> &amp; Kiabor: Happy National Day! We LOVE SINGAPORE! (Except for a few things here and there...)<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232258434161733442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SJy3Uv1Ab0I/AAAAAAAAAjY/UyFkY2cEZLI/s320/Flag+Fly+High.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-size:78%;"> (Picture courtesy of </span><a href="http://www.ndp.org.sg/"><span style="font-size:78%;">http://www.ndp.org.sg</span></a><span style="font-size:78%;">)</span><br /><br />(Disclaimer: Everything is in the name of fun. The story is generally fictional. We will not take responsibility if you use the story as answers for your tests and exams. Any reference to any living person dead or alive is entirely coincidental.) <p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-1274449870911362026?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-49553454888061260102008-08-06T02:18:00.005+08:002008-08-06T02:43:25.786+08:00<span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Right! I'm not dead. <div><br /><div>Kiabor: Eh.. Neither am I...</div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Thats bad news...</div><br /><div>Kiabor: Eh.. Heard you're back in school.</div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Thats bad news...</div><br /><div>Kiabor: Eh.. Heard you're very busy lately too.</div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> That's bad news...</div><br /><div>Kiabor: Eh.. Heard you're becoming retarded.</div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> That's bad news...</div><br /><div>Kiabor: Eh.. Heard you say "That's bad news..." over everything I've said so far.</div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Heard you've heard alot about me.</div><br /><div>Kiabor: Eh.. So you've heard.</div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Heard you took forever to get here.</div><br /><div>Kiabor: Eh.. So you've heard.</div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Heard you're still insane.</div><div> </div><div>Kiabor: Eh.. So you've heard.</div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Heard you're still alive and kicking.</div><br /><div>Kiabor: Eh.. So you've heard.</div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> That's bad news...</div><br /><div>Kiabor: Eh.. Heard you saw a big fat grasshopper.</div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231105134764191874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SJieZ4xXcII/AAAAAAAAAjI/sIGz0apeZPU/s320/Grasshopper.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> That's bad news...</div><br /><div>Kiabor: Eh.. Heard you're back to skipping meals again.</div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> That's bad news...</div><br /><div>Kiabor: Eh.. Heard you're a bad student in school.</div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> That's bad news...</div><br /><div>Kiabor: Eh.. Heard you still look like crap.</div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> That's GREAT NEWS!!!</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-4955345488806126010?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-23039522350692395492008-08-02T23:08:00.002+08:002008-08-02T23:20:36.209+08:00<p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> ? (What's up?) </p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. ? (What's up?)</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> ... (Nothing)</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. ? (What?)</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> ... $? (Do you have money?)</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. $?! (MONEY?!)</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> $. (Ya. Money.)</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. .... (*Silence*)</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> ! (Hey!)</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. .... (*Silence*)</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> .... (*Silence*)</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. .... (*Silence*)</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> @#$^%@^&amp;*!!!!!!!! (Damn you. You're not helping a friend in need? What kind of bloody friend are you!!!!!!!!)</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. -_-, -.- (Boring, don't care.)</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> $!!! $!!!! $!!! $!!!! (Money!!! Money!!!! Money!!! Money!!!!)</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. **** ***!!! **** ***!!! **** ***!!! **** ***!!! (Damn you!!! Damn you!!! Damn you!!! Damn you!!!)</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> ............................................................. (*Frustrated beyond words*)</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. . (I'm not talking to you.)</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> .? (What?)</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. . (I'm not talking to you.)</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> ... (*Silence*)</p><p>Kiabor Eh.. . (I'm not talking to you.)</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> @#$^%@^&amp;* (Selfish, self-absorbed, sly, scrappy sucker)</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. . (I'm not talking to you.)</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> :...( (This is such a sad thing...)</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. :) (Hahahaha.)</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-2303952235069239549?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-56026072221099649462008-07-26T02:00:00.005+08:002008-07-26T02:43:45.032+08:00Kiabor: Eh.. Today, we proceed with the 2nd stage of inumane evolution.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Bring it on!<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227018846298607266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SIoZ8l_mjqI/AAAAAAAAAjA/rzjOZQFySHY/s320/Dumber.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><p>Kiabor: Eh.. From where we left off, the above is the evolved version of a dumb idiot.</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Dumb idiot like you!</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. Er erm... Please adopt a proper learning eitquette during lessons.</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Right. Sorry prof.</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. So where does he go from here?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> I have no idea...</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. Of course he has to evolve! Dumb will continuously evolve to achieve a higher state of idiocy.</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Oooooooohhhhhhhh......</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227018608205721746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SIoZuvB1cJI/AAAAAAAAAi4/k3bl8YM_lu0/s320/Dumberer.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Here we have the next stage of dumb. The cock-eyes are now gone and the golden mane has faded.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Cockless eye and no gold hair.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. In place, we have widened eyes and platinum hair. In addition, there is the retarded hand action.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Higher-leveled retard.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Right. Any questions?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Yes. Why is your hair platinum in colour and why are your eyes widened, Professor K?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. And why are you doing stupid hand actions at me my dum... dear student?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth</span> &amp; Kiabor: Retarded idiot!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-5602607222109964946?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-14086198755122414182008-07-13T01:05:00.008+08:002008-07-13T02:19:46.714+08:00<span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> What do you get when you have an idiot and a camera? You can an idiot taking stupid pictures. When these pictures convers better than Kiabor, lets just let the images do the talking...<br /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222180068397063202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SHjpGpnunCI/AAAAAAAAAiI/-MLIlcgesrQ/s320/Breakfast.jpg" border="0" /> <span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Saturday morning in the CO room. Its been a long time since I had to come down for activities on Saturdays. Feels as good as always so lets begin. They say breakfast is the most important meal of the day. I say whatever. Nevertheless, I just wanted to satisfy my craving for 豆浆油条. Please be reminded. No food and drinks allowed in the CO room... But I didn't allow them in. They forced their way in. So I ate them up...<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222180235631019778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SHjpQYnaRwI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/9tG8G-Mmabs/s320/Focus.jpg" border="0" /> <span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Kian Hong teaching Si Bin how to drum. See his hands. They are moving at Mach 5 Turbo plus Nitro. WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT! And Si Bin looks so focused. This picture makes for a great publicity photo for the group. The caption should go like: 打击乐. Where sticks can fly... Haha. Get it? Sticks can fly. Hur hur hur. Pigs can fly. Get it? WAHAHAHAHAHAHA... AHAHAHAHAHA... hahaha... right. Never mind... </p><p><br /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222180836484627586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SHjpzW-EvII/AAAAAAAAAiY/ZxQeU5wxRP0/s320/Spoilt+Brat.jpg" border="0" /> <span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Spoilt bra.... Right. This girl is outrageous. She arrived late and still made me carry the drum for her. I mean what is this world coming to? Hahaha. Just kidding. Thats Vivian 'practicing hard'. Haha. Wesley's new descendant from the 'dark side'. Look. Even the lights can't light up her face...<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222181219638358050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SHjqJqVCsCI/AAAAAAAAAig/I8uG7wuuApA/s320/Superman.jpg" border="0" /> <span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Superman came by to give some tips on drumming. Guess he got sick of getting slapped around by Kryptonite. No one looks too excited by his presence though. I, however, am an avid Superman fan. Screw Spider Man. Screw Birdman. Superman was my childhood superhero. A priceless moment. I treated Superman to 油条, He did not oblige. However I was a little confounded that he left 1 dough stick uneaten. I thought it might be radioactive so I threw it away. GO SUPERMAN!<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222181851003376194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SHjquaWMUkI/AAAAAAAAAio/wK-6vQJagTg/s320/Brat.jpg" border="0" /> <span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> All these years, my juniors have all been camera-shy. Pictures of them having fen zu are hard to capture. They've avoided their pictures being taken by shielding their faces. This girl above though thinks that turning her head to the side is more than enough. Well apparently not a very effective tactic I must say. Not really what I'd expect a student of such calibre to do... Just kidding...<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222187839396533714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SHjwK-2YVdI/AAAAAAAAAiw/vwFMXwcv3M4/s320/Flag.jpg" border="0" /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> National Day's just around the corner so I thought I'd hang some flag. Can you see the flag fluttering in the air? Can you feel a sense a pride surging through you? CAN YOU!? If you can, please describe that feeling to me because I can't. I have the urge to start singing the school song though but I forgot some parts of the lyrics. Maybe we could mingle and have a cheer instead... </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-1408619875512241418?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-4863082977704954182008-07-08T23:43:00.009+08:002008-07-09T01:27:24.271+08:00Kiabor: Eh.. We are here today to begin the recruitment candidates for the next upcoming elections.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Right. There are people out there who believe that the country is not as peaceful and prosperous as it seems. So we hope to change that. Heal the World! Make it a better place! For you and for me and the entire human race. There are...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. RIGHT! As much as we love PAP, we tend not to follow the crowd. Instead, we hope to create a new opposition party.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth</span> &amp; Kiabor: THE JJP!<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> YES! The Jalan Jalan Party!<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. And our motto is: Move like lightning, Sound like THUNDER!!!!<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> The priciple of the party is: 输赢不重要...<br /><br />Kiabor: (Eh.. Wait. If 输赢不重要 then how are we going to make Singapore a better place?)<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> (Oh right... I thought it would sound nice...) The principle of the party is: 吃饱好上路!<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Yeah. Good food motivates the nation. So we hope to let everyone enjoy good food each day so that they will be able to go to work with the highest morale possible!<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Yeah. Our first aim is to take over the Marine Parade GRC and the Pasir Ris GRC. These 2 locations are key to our future plans for Singapore.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Yes. So we hope you guys will join JJP for the greater good of our nation. (Candidates below the age of 18 will need parents consent. Please sign your consent forms before joining. We don't want any parents' complain...)<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Below is the map of Pedra Branca and Singapore.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220671934672655506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SHONdtsD1JI/AAAAAAAAAh4/nh8GM2kSuZ8/s320/Pedra+Branca.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><p>Kiabor: Eh.. If as they say, Singapore is a small red dot in the world map, then Pedra Branca is a puny particle that cannot even be seen on the world map.</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Despite its size, we can foresee the potential of this tiny island. </p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. And with the speciality of our nation, we have come out with a "KILLER" PLAN!<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220678976296619122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SHOT3lyCjHI/AAAAAAAAAiA/hYOxHryKXLw/s320/Pedra+Branca+Proposal.JPG" border="0" /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> YES! Our plan would be to reclaim the land all the way to Pedra Branca!<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. As the figures show, the stretch of reclaimed land will be divided into 4 parts.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> The red zone which is linkede to Marine Parade and Changi Airport will be known as Ling-ling Long-long. In this zone, a new industrial area will be set up and any other Ling-ling Long-long stuff that won't suit the land use elsewhere will be located there.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. The orange zone is for now an unnamed zone but we hope to create an entertainment zone in this area. With Casinos, resorts and entertainments hub and what not. Those typical places that young punks would like. Basically the whole zone would be the place where we rip the Sillyporeans off their money and generate tons of revenue so that we become richer. Hahaha...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> The green zone is our favourite zone. We named it Jalan Jalan. This zone will be a residential area. We will live in Jalan Jalan Crescent and all friends and family of the JJP will receive a house in this residential zone. Besides Jalan Jalan Crescent, Drive and Road, residents will be entitled to name their own streets.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. So you can call your own street Chelsea Sucks Drive or Young Punk Road.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Finally, we have the blue zone.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. This blue zone is also currently unnamed. However it will be a historical zone where the JJP legacy will be left. There will be monuments and stuff to commemorate this milestone achievement in land reclaimation and other important historical achievements.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> There will also be a couple of tanks and artillery placed facing the North-West as a sign of peace and prosperity.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Yeah. Its sort of a gesture of love and friendship to our dear neighbours. WE LOVE YOU MALAYSIA!<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Last but not least, we will link a highway from this blue zone to Pedra Branca itself.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Yes. Its very lonely to be stuck in the middle of the ocean. So we've decided to let Pedra Branca link up with the rest of Singapore.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> This highway will be a major architectural achievement and we name it...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth</span> &amp; Kiabor: The My Way Or The Highway!<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. The My Way Or The is a Highway that allows access to the lighthouse at Pedra Branca. From the lighthouse, you will have the unparalleled view of Middle Rocks and South Ledge at low tide!<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Groovy! You'll get to see the legendary rocks that disappear underwater at different times of the day!<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Not just anytime of the day...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth</span> &amp; Kiabor: BUT AT HIGH TIDE!<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth: </span>Cool eh? The whole stretch of land will be known as the "Casabranca"!<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Yeah. In order for Casabranca to succeed, we have to take over the 2 GRCs. Then we'll be running for PM!<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> With the help of the kopitiam uncles, taxi brothers, market aunties and you young punks, WE CAN DO IT!<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Since mentally crazed people cannot run for elections, I have opted to stay as a shadow advisor.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> JJP is recruiting so hurry up and join us now!<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth</span> &amp; Kiabor: Let's heal the world! Make it a better place! For all the blardy Sillyporeans! 發 AH!!!</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-486308297770495418?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-73309916167219547402008-07-07T21:15:00.007+08:002008-07-07T23:07:03.381+08:00<span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Today is Young Punks' Day. <div><div><div><br /><div>Kiabor: Eh.. Right!</div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Its not a good day...</div><br /><div>Kiabor: Eh.. Yah... The malls are crowded with young punks...</div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Don't you guys have to study? I mean get a life. Stop crowding the malls. Go study at home. If you don't, you'll become stupid like KB...</div><br /><div>Kiabor: Eh.. EH! No. Alright. Maybe. More importantly, crowded malls mean I cannot roam freely without being dragged back to hospital...</div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Right. In many ways, the hypocritical adults do not like this phenomena.</div><br /><div>Kiabor: Eh.. Yeap. Anyways, though today's topic is "Happy Young Punks' Day", the main topic isn't really about Young Punks.</div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Really?</div><br /><div><span style="color:#000000;">Kiabor:</span> Eh.. I heard your holidays are coming to an end soon...</div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Yes.</div><br /><div>Kiabor: Eh.. That means you'll be moving back to the west...</div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Yes...</div><br /><div>Kiabor: Eh.. Look I've prepared a feast for you. </div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Are you serious?</div><br /><div>Kiabor: Eh.. First of. Soup of the day: Mushroom Seafood Soup. Fresh from the can.<br /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220276083201908914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SHIlcIC3oLI/AAAAAAAAAhI/pGGjDr1ePSk/s320/Mushroom+Seafood+Soup.jpg" border="0" /></div></div><br /><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Thats a first. I mean you've never made food for me before. Is it poisoned?</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. There are many more ways to kill you. Poisoning you is too easy...</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Right... Soup tastes like... CAMPBELL SOUP! </p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. It is Cambell soup...</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> I can taste the sincerity... so thats one meal?</p><p>Kiabor: Its a four course meal. Appetizer: Escargots.</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220277412618618514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SHImpgggxpI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/9JAFILxCpDU/s320/Snails.jpg" border="0" /></p></div><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> You caught those in Dunman?</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. I know you love these stuff. </p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Right. I hope its not fresh from the garden...</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220278202082480690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SHInXdfXUjI/AAAAAAAAAhY/eUKbshRQIoI/s320/Escargots.jpg" border="0" /></p></div><div>Kiabor: Eh.. Its flown from France. And to any 'Swakoos' out there, yes, snails can be eaten. They're called escargots but please don't go picking snails off the road and cooking them for a meal. These snails here are specially bred in farms and specially prepared to be eaten. They ARE NOT YOUR TYPICAL ROAD SNAILS. You have been warned.</div><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> They taste a little fishy. The Jacks' Place Escargots taste better... What's next?</p><div>Kiabor: Eh.. Main course: Grilled Snapper on Mashed Cheesy, Garlic Potatoes served with Seasonal Vegetables.</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220280104079709954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SHIpGK-11wI/AAAAAAAAAhg/glp8B_keo5w/s320/Fish.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> OH MY! This stuff kicks ass!!! <p>Kiabor: Eh.. Of course. Fresh fish from the market All home-cooked to perfection.</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Did you drug the food? </p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. I guess you don't want desert anymore...</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Of course I do. I was only kidding...</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. Right. 'Home-made' Green Tea Ice Cream.</p><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220282140436144834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SHIq8tADIsI/AAAAAAAAAho/8CzEkfzUuaM/s320/Green+Tea+Ice+Scream.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> You sure you didn't freeze a ton of boogie to make that?</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. Evidence that its real:</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220283419844785298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SHIsHLK1tJI/AAAAAAAAAhw/YYhQwdYgBZM/s320/Ice+Scream+Mix.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Hey. I was kidding. What's the Cherry for? Trying to act cute?</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. GARNISH! Make it look nice?</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Taste pretty good. Why are you suddenly so good to me?</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. Before you journey back west, I hope you can have a good meal. 吃饱好上路.</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> What? I'm not going to die... Actually I think I am going to... Thanks my boy. I'm ready for the journey already. 吃饱好上路!!!</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. Before we end of...</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth</span> &amp; Kiabor: HAPPY YOUNG PUNKS DAY TO ALL YOU YOUNG PUNKS OUT THERE!</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-7330991616721954740?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-6087336868993025052008-07-03T17:47:00.003+08:002008-07-03T18:01:25.189+08:00Kiabor: Eh.. Today we will learn about inhumane evolution.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Right.<br /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218723077331258450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SGyg_SV2jFI/AAAAAAAAAg4/q3uxYLAyNfY/s320/Dumb.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Here we have an idiot.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Idiot.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. As you can see, an idiot is an idiot.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Idiot.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. He's a sneaky idiot.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Sneaky idiot.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. He is ugly, has black hair and looks dumb.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Ugly, black-haired, dumb idiot.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. So as of now, any questions?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Yes. Professor K, what's the next step of evolution for this idiot?<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218723521569508482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SGyhZJQgTII/AAAAAAAAAhA/C9Q6DQhvmj4/s320/Dumber.JPG" border="0" /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Patience my student. Here he is. He is still sneaky.</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Sneaky idiot.</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. His evolved form is slightly different though. He has cock-eyes now. And his hair has been bleached...</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Cock-eyed, bleached idiot.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Right. Wait a minute... Why is there an evolved idiot in my class?</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> And why am I being taught about an idiot by an idiot?</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth</span> &amp; Kiabor: Dumb idiot...<br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-608733686899302505?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-17059755171514573592008-06-28T02:26:00.004+08:002008-06-28T02:42:15.249+08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SGUxVAjQ5sI/AAAAAAAAAgw/f7FE-F6TaYw/s1600-h/Prata.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216629980373509826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SGUxVAjQ5sI/AAAAAAAAAgw/f7FE-F6TaYw/s320/Prata.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> What is...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. YOUR SOUL IS MINE!!!<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> For me? Wow! Thanks dude.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Now bow down before me you slave!<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> What?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Have you forgotten? Let me quote our conversation from the Spam Zone:<br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">28 Jun 08, 00:16<br />Kiabor: Eh.. How much for your cheap soul?<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">28 Jun 08, 00:16<br />Kenneth: Erm... Prata. Satu egg. Satu kosong. I'm hungry now...</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Oh right. I'm sorry cheapskate. You can't have it...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. WHAT! You're going back on your words!<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> No I'm not. Let me quote our conversation and highlight to you:<br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">28 Jun 08, 00:16<br />Kiabor: Eh.. How much for your cheap soul?<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">28 Jun 08, 00:16<br />Kenneth: Erm... Prata.</span> <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Satu egg. Satu kosong.</strong></span> <span style="color:#006600;">I'm hungry now...<br /></span><br />But you bought 2 egg pratas...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. WHAT!!! DAMN!<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Thanks for supper. I owe you one.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. (I hope you choke on the food) So what would you want in exchange for your soul?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> A kiss?<br /><br />Kiabor: EH.. WHAT?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Just kidding. I'll tell you when I know. By the way, the prata kicks ass! You want some?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. ..................<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-1705975517151457359?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-22679767161185371622008-06-27T23:46:00.002+08:002008-06-27T23:59:57.510+08:00<span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> ?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. ?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> ...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. ?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> ... $?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. $?!<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> $.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. ....<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> !<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. ....<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> ....<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. ....<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> @#$^%@^&amp;*!!!!!!!!<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. -_-, -.-<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> $!!! $!!!! $!!! $!!!!<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. **** ***!!! **** ***!!! **** ***!!! **** ***!!!<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> .............................................................<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. .<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> .?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. .<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> ...<br /><br />Kiabor Eh.. .<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> @#$^%@^&amp;*<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. .<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> :...(<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-2267976716118537162?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-84757274522896058032008-06-26T20:59:00.009+08:002008-06-26T23:02:27.359+08:00<span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Do you have claustrophobia?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. No. Why?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> I think I suffer from claustrophobia.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Serious?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Yeah. But I won't hyper-ventilate and it occurs when people stand too close to me.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Then what symptoms do you have?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> My hands will clench up uncontrollably. Then there is a urge to swing it up at a high velocity towards the puny being. Like the guy shown below.<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216180685607515554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SGOYsnHjtaI/AAAAAAAAAgY/Nly2O2pN94c/s320/Claustrophobia.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Who? Where?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Once again. Its in the MRT train. I don't get it. Why people like to stand so close sometimes. Its not rush hour. Its a return trip home in the evening and the train was not crowded. I sprayed fragrance in the morning but I don't think I smell nice at that point. Neither do I feel handsome. So why is it that people like to stand so close? Are they cold? Need some warmth? But the guy's wearing a sweater.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Did your symptoms cause you to sock him in the jaw.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> No. He was standing very close and you know a person is standing to close when his arm is under you when you lean your head forward. I tried to drool on his hand but darn my drool was inches off target. It dripped on my pants. Another indication that he was standing too close to me: I could aim my drool on his hands.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. EVIL!<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> He was lucky. Or else he would be licking my drool. So ladies and gentlemen please show respect to your fellow human friends. Everyone needs some private space. Especially strangers. If you are not a pretty girl please don't stand so close to me. Even if you are a pretty girl, I will still get 'claustrophobic' and start slapping myself to check if I am dreaming. You wouldn't want to stand next to a guy slapping himself constantly would you?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Yeah. If you're a hot babe. Don't just stand close to me. Yu have permission to hug me. Hahaha.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> .......<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Just kidding. Anyways I've got my own complaint too.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Shoot.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. BANG!<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> ..... Alright. See you.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Alright. Chill.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SGOlbEzkWlI/AAAAAAAAAgo/32IRSbIdjBw/s1600-h/Abrasion.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216194677990251090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" height="188" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SGOlbEzkWlI/AAAAAAAAAgo/32IRSbIdjBw/s320/Abrasion.jpg" width="290" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SGOklo6lT1I/AAAAAAAAAgg/3Zm0YeQ4rPE/s1600-h/Pain.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216193759970414418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px" height="186" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SGOklo6lT1I/AAAAAAAAAgg/3Zm0YeQ4rPE/s320/Pain.jpg" width="265" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#000099;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Gosh! Care to explain what happened?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Alright. On the left we have an opened wound. Sustained when I careessly banged my dame toe into the pavement. The skin tore off and there was an open wound. The black spot to the right of the open wound is an area of blood clot. Internal bleeding. On the right we have an abrasion at the achilles heel caused by too much friction.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Eh.. So what's the relation?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Right. Today someone stole my POWER flip-flops. The wound on the right was sustained two days back. So I needed to rely heavily on my flip-flops. Since some crazed fool stole it, I could only wear sandals. The sandals led to the fantastic abrasion shown on the right. My POWER slippers....<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> That sucks. Why would any sick human want to steal a pair of stinking flip-flops?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. I have no idea. I hope the guy breaks his legs wearing my flip flops.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Woah! Chill man.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. No. I hope the guy gets his feet run over by a bicycle first. Then he'll be limping. He'll limp across the road and a bike will very nearly knock him down. He'll slip and twist his ankle. Then he'll get up and continue crossing... limping across the road. Then a big fat Marchadez will knock him down. Of course he wouldn't die. Just end up in hospital for a few months with a couple of broken limbs, a twisted ankle and a broken foot. BEAUTIFUL!<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Ladies and gentleman, the lesson learnt here is to never steal KB's footwear. Getting drooled on for invasion of privacy is one thing but having a couple of broken limbs is another. Though I would personally choose to steal the slippers, I advice you not to steal. Because stealing is bad. People suffer from your theft but most of all you stand to gain. You get something old but new. So you will enjoy the suffering of others. So please do not steal.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. What in the world are you trying to preach?< </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-8475727452289605803?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-73556409863328078692008-06-15T05:10:00.003+08:002008-06-15T05:42:00.815+08:00<span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Hey. Say something stupid to me. Curse me or something.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Okay. Wait. Are you making me curse you so you can sue me for slander?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> No... -.-<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. What's with that face?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Its a face I give for your lame remarks. -.-<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Stop it.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> -.-<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. I said stop it.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> -.-<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Don't get me started...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> -.-<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. -.-<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> -.-<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. -.-<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Doesn't that look convey alot of stuff? Everyone's using it these days.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. -.-<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> See even you're hooked on it.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. The world would become a gloomy place if everyone kept showing that face.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Like this? -.-<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Yeah like this. -.-<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Its a new phenomenon that has stealthily taken control over the world. Its the in thing now. Second only to the word 'emo'. Heck this face is the the representation of an emo face...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. I was thinking. Should we adopt that lok as our mascot?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> -.-<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Chill my boy. Just a suggestion.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Let's give that expression a name. What about Snoopy?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. -.- Mouthless Man.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> -.- Blind Man.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. -.- Dash-dot-dash.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> -.- Mashi Maro.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. -.- Retard.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> -.- Raytard. Ray!<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Alright. Give me a High-Ray!<br /><span style="color:#333333;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> -.-</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Kiabor: Eh.. Low-Ray!</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> -.- Stop it.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Don't you find that the world becomes more cold and unloving when you use that? Can't you see that that look is evil. Its bores into your eyes and burns your soul. Like Medusa, it drains life away. It is an ugly monster with only a nose and two slits for eyes. Its the most atrocious being ever seen. Its...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> You think you can stop the world from spinning?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth</span> &amp; Kiabor: -.-<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211849080123582850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SFQ1H_O2aYI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/CBLUZLGr6s4/s320/-.-.bmp" border="0" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-7355640986332807869?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-80978896341660052182008-06-14T20:37:00.003+08:002008-06-14T21:20:49.972+08:00Kiabor: Eh.. So you're finally out of prison.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Yes. The air out here has never been fresher. Actually I kind of liked the place. I can see myself enjoying life in there a few years down the road. No coporate backstabbing. No mom/wife nagging...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. What makes you think you'll ever get married?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Hey. Let me imagine okay? Just imagining how my wife would suddenly miss me. Then she would be begging me to go home and I would say "NOZ WAY! I'm a Dog of the nation. I'm the army's BITCH!". Then she would break down and cry and being the pain in the ass I am, I would just ignore and hang the phone. Then she would wait for me at the camp gate all day and I would hang out with my brothers, enjoying the fantastic canteen food and rot in camp. On the last day, I would walk out and there would be this grand hug thing. Like in the movies. You know like Armaggedon. Then everyone would clap. "Yeah! Kenneth! Good job!"...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. I don't know if I should feel shocked, disgusted or humoured...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Oh come on. I was just imagining. Just some creative thinking. Anyways. What have you been doing for the past week.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. I've been 'on the ball'.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> On the what?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. You know. Lately there's plenty of football happening in Europe and I've been speculating and stuff.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Can you get more to the point?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. I specualte who's going to win the match and then I place the money where my mouth is...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Oh so you've been betting you gambler.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. No. I'm a punter.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Gambler.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Punter.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Where have you gotten the money to bet, GAMBLER?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. The PUNTER has a rich neigbour. I simply sell him toilet paper. I mean he loves the texture of the paper otherwise he wouldn't be wearing it everywhere.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> So GAMBLER! Any tips for tonight?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Yes. The PUNTER wishes to share a few tips with everyone. Bet within your own limits. The ball is round. There is no sure win. Winning streaks do not count for anything. My tips are only for reference. If you win, don't thank me. If you lose, don't blame me. Let us all make the Bookies and Singapore Pools go bust. Good luck for tonight.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Err... So what's the prediction for tonight GAMBLER?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. From the PUNTER'S analysis, tonight Sweden will play Spain and Russia will play Greece. It will be a 1.5 hour game each. The men will become tired after the match. The ball will fly. However the ball is round. Bet within your own limits.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Fine, GAMBLER. So how much have you won so far?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Eh.. Eh.. There has been contributions to the building of our nation. The country is in safe hands. The PUNTER aims to make Singapore Pools go bust tonight.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> HAHAHA... Alright then GAMBLER. I hope you 發 tonight.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Thank you. To anyone out there: If you have a dream about a number in the following format "number - number" or the name of a country, please do not hesitate to contact me at 98639184. Before the PUNTER leaves you, remember, bet within your limits.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> (Gambler.)<br /><br />Kiabor: (Eh.. Punter.)<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211721320657171282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SFPA7aIZs1I/AAAAAAAAAgI/-FD3qhiJcrY/s320/The+Punter.JPG" border="0" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-8097889634166005218?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-38341785558576098352008-06-07T02:32:00.002+08:002008-06-07T02:59:40.595+08:00<span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> We refer to the article: <a href="http://undertworoof.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html">The Defence of the "Bogus" Storyteller</a> (Click to view post)<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. We would have forgiven you for what you wrote. However, due to a number of points raised, we are unable to do so.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Regarding your 'Future Employer', they do not EMPLOY you. You have no choice but to serve. Hence it would be considered 'Service'. Plus the money they give is not earned. It is not known as 'salary'. It is known as 'allowance'. Its a 'you know, you know' sort of thing. So I won't go into further details.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. And we are REALLY, REALLY thinking of suing you for slander and defamation. I'm terribly insulted that you state that Kenneth and me are alike...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> YES! HOW CAN YOU COMPARE ME TO THAT SCUM?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Kenneth, we'll talk about this behind close doors later. I'm suing you for calling me a scum. But yeah. We have distinctly different personalities. You can't just say we are alike. That is wrong. Very, very wrong.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Furthermore, saying you are bogus is not a form of defamation.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Agreed. One example: Go search the map for the Southern Province of China. If Wivava is OFFICIALLY written on the map then you OWN Kenneth.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> (What?) Finally, you seem to be evading any form of settling this dispute.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Yeah. Telling us you're going to work hand in hand with us won't solve the problem.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Do you think if Champion Chee said the same thing to Ah Lau, Ah Lau will stop suing him? NO! OF COURSE NOT!<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. So we have decided on an easy way out for you.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> We are not greedy people and we do not ask for much. We are just asking for 70% of your future earning to be donated to the K&amp;K Foundation.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Not a hard condition to fulfil if you ask me. So with that,<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth</span> &amp; Kiabor: May K&amp;K Foundation and Ming Dynasty Fables work together to achieve what no one has achieved before!<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> (Hey, can you not sue me?)<br /><br />Kiabor: (Eh.. I'll think about it. I'll get back to you when I'm feeling poor.)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-3834178555857609835?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-90140794036394844022008-06-05T21:54:00.004+08:002008-06-07T02:34:05.620+08:00<span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> This is in response to the following post: <a href="http://undertworoof.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html">Cheap! GHOST?!</a> (Click to view post)<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. We have viewed the following post and have found it inappropriate.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> So we have decided on taking legal action against the said personnel.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. We are suing him for slander, distortion of truth and embezzlement.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> First of all, we are not earning any money in any form in any possible way. KB is under restraining orders from the hospital and isn't even given welfare pension. As for me, I'm a studious student who just screwed his results this semester AGAIN. A student pays money to study. Not earn money.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Indeed. Furthermore, he has distorted truth by stating that I am serving reservist. Kenneth is the one at reservist. The writer has insulted the integrity of the nation by saying that the army allows madmen to serve in the army.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Next, money is not earned from reservist. It is squeezed. Like squeezing juice from a dried up orange in a desert. You need the juice desperately so you squeeze hard to get a few drops. So using the word 'earn' is slender. Unless I am working then I earn money. BUT I'm a student squeezing juice from a dried orange.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Next there is an implication that our you are slandering the K&amp;K Foundation. We are a donations only foundation set up to aid the needy. Though if we sue you for slander along this line, we might not succeed but what the heck. We'll take our chances.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Finally, we suspect that you are illegally filtering money from our foundation. We don't know how. We don;t know why but we suspect that you are filtering the meagre money we have from the foundation.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. You will receive a lawyer's letter soon if you do not take proper actions soon storeyteller.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> We are open to talks to settle this out of court. So don't say that we're not giving you any chances you bogus storeyteller.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. You have 48 hours to make your decision before we officially issue a lawyer's letter, PUNK!<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth</span> &amp; Kiabor: Thank you and have a nice day. This friendly announcement was brought to you by the K&amp;K Foundation. We are a public friendly organization that relies on your donations to support the needy. Please be generous and donate to us via the Spam Zone. Love and Peace.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-9014079403639484402?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-17070106946510481542008-06-05T17:30:00.008+08:002008-06-05T18:05:54.717+08:00Kiabor: Eh.. YOU'RE BACK!<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Nope. Please don't question me anything about 'Greenland' and I'm not talking about the haircut or anything else for that matter.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Alright. Your hair looks like crap.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Hair will grow. Today we're going to look at life and death. The following pictures are very graphic in nature. VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Life and death? Why?<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SEezsEBf4aI/AAAAAAAAAf4/nA8CljwpS9Q/s1600-h/Fish+Dance.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208329063652909474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" height="186" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SEezsEBf4aI/AAAAAAAAAf4/nA8CljwpS9Q/s320/Fish+Dance.jpg" width="291" border="0" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SEezVBeG1dI/AAAAAAAAAfw/kE_6UdGTGKU/s1600-h/Dying+Fish.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208328667830605266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" height="187" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SEezVBeG1dI/AAAAAAAAAfw/kE_6UdGTGKU/s320/Dying+Fish.jpg" width="256" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Life and death is a fragile thing.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Uh huh...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> When a fish dies of natural causes, it doesn't just turn over and die. It will perform a dance. The last dance of grace before succumbing to its end.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Yeah. So what has it got to do with me, you or anything?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Because I feel dead. So I'm talking about how a fish dies.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. What are you getting at exactly?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Actually nothing. Just trying to look good describing how a fish actually dies. So if you are ever feeling dead or think you're about to die, think about the arrowana story I'm telling now. The arrowana passed away a week ago. It not the first fish to die in my house. Neither was it the first to display its Dance of Death. So remember. 输赢不重要. Seh 最重要. If your lover dumps you, do hip-hop before telling her/him "You can't see me!", and glide gracefully away. If your results are crappy and you know you are going to die, do a ballade dance out of the classroom. If you are surrounded by a bunch of thugs rearing to beat you up, do the robo-dance. The key is to look good before you turn to pulp.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Err... Sounds pretty logical and reasonable.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Do I sound like a pro or what? Tell me I sound fantastic with this speech about life and death.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Rest in Peace arrowana and Kenneth, your hair sucks...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-1707010694651048154?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-35111494753976976842008-06-04T22:54:00.004+08:002008-06-05T00:27:30.411+08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SEa0SAt45YI/AAAAAAAAAfg/kk7ielT_vvk/s1600-h/World+War+2+Memorial.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208048240623674754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SEa0SAt45YI/AAAAAAAAAfg/kk7ielT_vvk/s320/World+War+2+Memorial.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> A befitting place to visit before entering a god-forsaken place.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. The World War 2 memorial? Why did you go there for?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> The feel the air. Enjoy the air before I go to hell tomorrow. Hopefully I'll come back in one piece.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Come on. Its not so bad. You won't die in there. Its just reservist.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> If they tell me to "KNOCK IT DOWN!", I will run to my room and sulk in bed.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. You're sounding like a wuss...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> If they don't give me Yakult after my meal, I'm going to break down and cry.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Stop this negative talk.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> If I dun get my Milo before I sleep, I'm going to cry myself to sleep.<br /><br />Kiabor: EH.. ENOUGH! Stop behaving like a pathetic kid. I thought you were ready and waiting yesterday?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Not now. Everything is so uncertain. I don't know what to bring. I don't know what to expect. I don't know what will happen...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Then expect the unexpected.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Anyways I'm actually quite prepared. I already 吃饱好上路.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208060231526713522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SEa_L-T9CLI/AAAAAAAAAfo/RR5u05_3JEg/s320/Last+Supper.jpg" border="0" /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. What's that?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> A cheap box of sushi from Carrefour.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. You seem resigned to your fate. Any final last words?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Thank you Zhi Wei for accompanying me on my last stretch before I head for the battlefield. Hopefully I'll be back and hopefully you win your own final, epic battle next week. To you other guys out there. TAKE CARE!<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. You're not going to die. Stop sounding like you're going to die.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> If you guys see me missing a limb in Orchard Road. Please don't pretend you don't know me and donate generously. Thank you.<br /><br />Kiabor: ...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-3511149475397697684?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-66283277133394993582008-06-03T02:57:00.004+08:002008-06-03T03:50:40.103+08:00<span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Hey. Let me ask you a question?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. What?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> What makes a true blue Singaporean, besides your name and being afraid?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Being silly and saying stupid stuff?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> No. Alright you are correct but thats the traits. What I mean is what do you participate in to qualify to be a Singaporean?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. The Great Singapore Sale to get the best bargains?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Not exactly.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Then what? No true blue Singaporean would go watch a Singapore football match right?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Precisely. I mean thats what a true blue Singaporean should be doing!<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. You've got to be kidding!<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> No, I'm not. If you're a football fan and a Singaporean then its unforgivable that you don't attend a Singapore football match.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Those people can't play for peanuts.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Please don't expect too much. They are, after all, paid peanuts to play. Besides we should support our country.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. There are many ways of supporting your country. One of the nest ways is to make yourself scarce. You're a waste of the nation's resources.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> You can feel the surge of pride when they play the national anthem.<br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207362321364843602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SEREcQW0fFI/AAAAAAAAAfI/sbTJtsIHp3g/s320/Anthem.jpg" border="0" />Kiabor: Eh.. Who did Singapore play?</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> We were up against Uzbekstan for the 2010 WORLD CUP Qualifier.</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. That failing plan to get Singapore into the World Cup in 2010? So waht was the score?</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> I'm sad to say we were thrashed 3-7. I left when we were losing 3-6 to avoid the home-going crowd.</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. HA! SEE! You're a fair-weathered Singapore fan. Where's the loyalty? And what kind of score is that?</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Hey. You have to give our country some credit. THey fought hard. THE LION SINGS TONIGHT!</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. Don't give me that. You're a fair weathered supporter.</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Alright. I must say we turned on the team when thing's got bad. We abused the team a little. But the main thing was the atmosphere. The people cursing the referee. Cursing at the Uzbekstan players. Shouting insults at the paper Uzbek players. Blaming the Sillypore team for mistakes made. The atmosphere was superb.</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. What shirt did you wear to the stadium?</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Err... My 'Coma' shirt.</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. If you're going to support the team where the team's jersey.</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> There were people wearing Liverpool, Arsenal and Manchester United jerseys. There was no one wearing Chelsea jersey though.</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. Everyone there is a fair-weathered supporter. Just like you. Anyone who wears a Chelsea jersey is not just a fair-weathered supporter. He's also a foolish, shameless idiot.I mena the colour of the night is supposed to be red right?</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> In any case, it was great to cheer your own silly country on even though they were being trampled by terrorists.</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. You went alone?</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Nope with two buggers. Yu Wei and Zhi Wei.</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. You've all officially become supporters of a bunch of losers.</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> 输赢不重要. Whats most important is that we got to curse the people on the pitch.</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. Suit yourself you Sillyporean.</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207367369367370002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SERJCFoaORI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/j-9l6WFXXcA/s320/Play+Ball!.jpg" border="0" /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-6628327713339499358?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-71937690590951794402008-06-01T21:55:00.004+08:002008-06-01T23:38:01.290+08:00Kiabor: Eh.. From 27th May 2008, 2130 to 30th May 2008, 2130. 72 hours. No food. Only liquid. Yet, this idiot still stands next to us. Why?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> BECAUSE I'M HARD!!!<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Hard? Why don't you try getting knocked down by a car. Lets see how you'll be then.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> I was only kdding. I've emerged from these trials and tribulations a changed man. I saw the light...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Meaning you nearly died but didn't die? Damn...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> I saw why you hated me... But now I don't remember why...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. So what's your point?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> My point? I don't see the point anymore. Why must we hate one another? Why can't we live harmoniously with one another?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. You're scaring me...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Listen KB. I LOVE YOU!<br /><br />Kiabor: EH.. WHAT THE! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> I LOVE EVERYONE IN THIS WORLD!<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Eh.. Eh..<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> I LOVE EVERY FREAKING HUMAN IN THIS WORLD!!!<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> KB! I LOVE YOU! AS MUCH AS THE POO THAT COMES FROM THE PLACE WHERE THE SUN DON'T SHINE!!!!<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. What? I mean what!?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> ARGH! I can't bring myself to love humans. Humans are scums and so are you. I thought I could convince myself otherwise...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Please don't ever do that again. Welcome back chap.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> After I broke fast a few days back. Friday night after the troops took off to Hong Kong. Finally had a taste of food after 72 hours. 1 big plate of sin. Chicken, ribs, corn, potatoes. Alright I didn't finish everything alone. It was meat platter meant for two.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206920064412259458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SEKyNg0llII/AAAAAAAAAfA/3YJx1FOOEtI/s320/Break+Fast.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Honestly. What was the whole purpose of this tribulation?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> I wanted to carry all the sins of the world on my shoulders and cleanse them by not eating for 3 days... Who am I kidding? Like I said I was out of cash to eat. So I decided to ration my money by not eating.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Are you serious? All this because of money?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Yeah. In the end it didn't work very well. First of all Mr Bok made me rush down to Dunman on Wednesday and I ended up spending more than $14 on cab. Then I bought stuff for our brothers and sisters heading for China. That cost me another $20. So instead of cutting cost, I spent more cash elsewhere.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. See. Its meant to be. Perhaps you were meant not to eat so that your money could be spent in this areas.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> OH MY GOODNESS!!! YOU'RE RIGHT!!! BLESS YOU ME BOY! You've enlightened me...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Really? Alright. Before you go into a trance again, would you kindly tell me how it felt?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> For 3 days, everytime I saw the strawberries in the fridge, I wanted to tear my hear off. When I saw Ah Bok having carrot cake, I wanted to slit his wrists. When I saw my family having dinner, I wanted to rip my limbs off. When I saw the Jamie Oliver cooking on TV, I wanted to cannibalize myself. But when food finally entered my mouth, I wanted to cry...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Wow. That was emotional...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> You'll never appreciate something until it has left you. Now I understand what that means.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. What'd you do after that?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Get 'tortured' by my friends. They held me hostage at Merbra's house. They knew I hadn't had much of a good sleep for that 72 hours. Only around 7/72 hours and they made me play poker without cash. I mean poker with money would have kept me at my edge but poker with only chips was just torture to my fatigued, ailing body.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Who?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Zhi Wei, Yu Wei, Tsz Shan and Merbra. Too bad Zhi Wei had the car. I should have stolen his keys and made a dash for it. Then again, I think I would have wrecked the car. So in the end we had a poker showdown.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. You've sinned. You gambled...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> ANYWAYS! I need to go to the toilet... See you...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Hypocrite.....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-7193769059095179440?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-91249465364648218762008-05-30T16:00:00.006+08:002008-05-30T17:10:46.464+08:00Kiabor: Eh.. So! How you feeling?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Still doing fine.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Are you sure? You look beat.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Just 4 more hours before I feast again. I can pull through. Just a little fatigued with the tiredness and hunger but I'm fine...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. So emonogay and the guys are already on their way.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Yeah. Bon voyage. Don't miss me because I won't miss you. Hahaha. Just kidding.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Will be waiting for you guys to come back. We need an outing soon.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Hope you guys come back greater individual and team players.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. I heard you bought some stuff for them.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Yeah. Some marshmallows and poky for snacking, a bottle of tiger balm to apply on their heads because of one head-splitting individual in the group, a pack of disposable undies for the guys lest they get out of hand and start ripping ine another's undies apart and a packet of envelopes.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Too bad they can't hear me now but remember to write back often ya?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Today at Terminal 3, I thought I was getting a little delirious when I saw a bug right on the urinal in the toilet. Turns out I wasn't mad. There was a bug on the urinal and every other urinal.<br /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206092808282260866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SD_B03lhRYI/AAAAAAAAAe4/LUa6fHX4FxM/s320/Toilet+bug.jpg" border="0" /> </p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. Is that supposed to be artistic or sick?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Well I guess it gives you an 'aim' when you pee. So that you can aim at the bug when you fire. Otherwise people just splash all over the place.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Makes sense but what if some fascinated kid reaches out to swat the bug or something?</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Then we can sing 'What I've Done' for the kid and encourage him to lick his hands.</p><p>Kiabor: ......... Eh.. You seriously need to eat...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Not now but soon. Seems that I still blew my wallet on other stuff in the end despite saving up on food...</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. 72 hours of madness... Well. To you guys on the plane, enjoy yourselves and play hard. Blaze the stage. Haha. </p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206088066638366050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SD-9g3lhRWI/AAAAAAAAAeo/bXwf2Hlo3FU/s320/DJY+Illegal+Airport+Gathering.jpg" border="0" /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-9124946536464821876?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-83679405257650601372008-05-29T15:23:00.002+08:002008-05-29T15:59:45.133+08:00Kiabor: Eh.. So how did it all feel?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> I feel reborn into this world!<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Are you sure? You only walked from one point in Singapore to another... Its not like you went to hell and returned...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Yeah. The world suddenly looks different. I've seen the WORLD!<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. You've only seen certain parts of Singapore... Forget it. So what plans do you have now since you've completed a walk against inflation?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> ITS NOT A WALK! ITS A PILGRIMAGE! I'm going on strike. Currently on hunger strike. Will not be eating for 72 hours straight. Only liquid drinks. No soup. No food. No milo/horlicks/ovaltine. I just failed my sleep strike. So I'll need restart that again.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. So what grand cause are you doing this for? Inflation?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Of course not. This time I'm going on hunger strike because I'm broke. I don't have money to buy food to eat. Since you don't have money to buy food, you can't eat, can you?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. You mentioned a sleep strike. Now what's that all about?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Sleep is precious but why so much time sleeping? Why not go without sleep and do something useful with the time?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Yeah. And go on meaningless strikes that do nothing good to you or this world... Did you think that you've fulfilled your cause for the Great Walkathon?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> ITS NOT A WALKATHON! I refuse to answer this question.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Meaning it failed miserably and you've only made yourself look like a fool walking across Singapore. The price of oil and commodities haven't shown any decrease. Besides, no one knew you were on silent protest. So you are retarded.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Let me warn you that a hungry man is an angry man. So please do not attempt to provoke me.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. What have you learnt from this ridiculous walk of yours?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> I'm warning you... I've learnt that even at night, people are still awake.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Yeah. Doms and retards like you. Do you have anything else to say?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Yeah. For a $50 donation, 请播打 98639184. Your call is important to us. Every call will be charged at $5 per second. So please donate generously. Lucky callers will stand a chance to win an all expense paid trip for 2 to Jalajjalan Land.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Yeah. The poor chaps in K&amp;K Foundation need your help. So...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth</span> &amp; Kiabor: 请播打 98639184 为我们献出爱心!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-8367940525765060137?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-90921979836044533452008-05-29T14:59:00.000+08:002008-05-29T15:23:25.855+08:00Kiabor: Eh.. So now the last part of your journey...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Yes. Ah Bok, you owe me 1. Your savage SMS cost me a 'jail' term of more than 12 hours in Dunman... Alright. We are at the 2nd part of the Pilgrimage.<br /><br />3.22 a.m<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SD2FBnlhRJI/AAAAAAAAAc4/z72GjMI3VFg/s1600-h/Photo_0012.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205463007162877074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="308" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SD2FBnlhRJI/AAAAAAAAAc4/z72GjMI3VFg/s320/Photo_0012.jpg" width="227" border="0" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SD2EmXlhRII/AAAAAAAAAcw/j2bfdFfcz_M/s1600-h/Photo_0011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205462539011441794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px" height="307" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SD2EmXlhRII/AAAAAAAAAcw/j2bfdFfcz_M/s320/Photo_0011.jpg" width="223" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SDylGnlhRGI/AAAAAAAAAcg/CQA4tml6xuc/s1600-h/Photo_0012.jpg"></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SDyepXlhRFI/AAAAAAAAAcY/bLNxdFR0RGk/s1600-h/Photo_0011.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Saw these 2 guys sleeping at the underpass along Singapore river around the Clemenceau area. If they resemble your sons/fathers/uncles, you know what to do. Sleeping on cold hard cement isn't the way. Where is the love? And NO. I'm not posing as the sleeping loners in the above pictures.<br /><br />3.32a.m<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205463385119999138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SD2FXnlhRKI/AAAAAAAAAdA/JIsNc2N1zS0/s320/Photo_0015.jpg" border="0" /><br />It felt like a good idea to dive into the river to cool of my body. So I did... as if. The image in the water is like a reflection of the soul. Any disturbance will cause ripples across the waters and waver the soul... Hmm. I have grown wiser. Eeew. The water is dirty...<br /><br />3 Hours into the trek<br /><br />3.42 a.m<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205464665020253362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SD2GiHlhRLI/AAAAAAAAAdI/HLNvftv4QtM/s320/Photo_0016.jpg" border="0" /> <p></p><p>A drivers worst nightmare. The new ERP at Clark Quay getting its touch up. I was quite disgusted by the big ugly structure that stood out like a sore thumb along the Singapore River. I wanted to spit at it but thought better. A pilgrim ought to behave better.<br /><br />3.54 a.m<br />I begin having doubts about my sanity. I was getting a little delirious. Almost stepped into incoming traffic around that time.My legs are beginning to ache a little. They felt like they would cramp up in another hour's time. I was beginning to feel a sense of retardation creep in.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. No doubts. You are crazy.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span><br /><br />4.00a.m </p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205471996529427650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SD2NM3lhRMI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/HoaqfSuAjOA/s320/Photo_0017.jpg" border="0" /></p><p>I never thought churches can be so creepy at night. It looked like those haunted sacred places out of the movies. This one was located opposite the National Library. It had a weird aura to it. This kind of sight isn't good for morale. It only made me feel more delirious. Fatigue was beginning to ebb in.<br /><br />4.11 a.m<br />My vigor was renewed. I finally found a true purpose for this long journey East. I was travelling in protest of rising inflation. Everyone is working hard to earn cash but the price of goods keeps rising. A protest needs to be made. So I'll conduct this peaceful, silent protest. I'm adopting the army tactic of "I don't know how but it can be done". Yeah. I don't know how this inflation problem can be solved but it can be done. So hit the work desk you overpaid professionals.<br /><br />4 hours on the road<br /><br />4.42 a.m<br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205480015233369298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SD2UfnlhRNI/AAAAAAAAAdY/LRgiAS1vdUs/s320/Photo_0018.jpg" border="0" /><br />Welcome to Sin city. The place where all Doms, Dicks and Harrys come for some sinful fun. At this time of day, you'd be suprised how Dirty Old Men(Dom) could still be still wide awake and prowling about this area.<br /><br />4.55 a.m<br /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205481372443034850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SD2VunlhROI/AAAAAAAAAdg/nfnWEgHogso/s320/Photo_0019.jpg" border="0" /><br />7 eleven was like a light in the darkness. The star in the night sky. The bastion of heaven in hell. However, heaven comes at an overly inflated price. Two bottles of energy juice for nearly $4! And requiring a pack of Menthos to top it off in order for the $5 price to be reached before they would accept nets. Since I had only 2 E-Zone tokens and 1 dollar in my wallet, I had no choice but to get 2 bottles and a menthos. Sadly I can't touch my menthos.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205483511336748274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SD2XrHlhRPI/AAAAAAAAAdo/E3J8fbChmh0/s320/Photo_0020.jpg" border="0" /><br />4.58 a.m<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205518077233546498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SD23HHlhRQI/AAAAAAAAAdw/qVNPg4ecDFs/s320/Photo_0021.jpg" border="0" /> </p><p>Right at the coss junction near Aljunied MRT station this glaring poster caught my eye. I'd been happily jaywalking all night long and now they tell me jaywalking kills... So people please don't try this at home. I can officially tell you its very dangerous to jaywalk when you're feeling a tiny bit delirious and retarded. Your next step could be your last...<br /><br />5.37 a.m<br />My right calf begins to cramp up a little. Oh boy. Not good. I'm still at least an hour from my destination.<br /><br />5 hours off the brink of sanity<br /><br />5.48 a.m<br /><br /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205688836543300898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SD5SanlhRSI/AAAAAAAAAeA/xIgP80HXEP4/s320/Photo_0024.jpg" border="0" /><br />What's a road trip without a photo on the road? Took a couple of tries to get it right. Had to wait till the traffic at the end of the road was to my favour otherwise I would become road kill. Never ever try this at home. I almost dashed into an oncoming vehicle when I thought it was safe. Apparently not. My location then was Airport Road.<br /><br />6.17 a.m<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205690361256690994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SD5TzXlhRTI/AAAAAAAAAeI/s9BTXGoBPpk/s320/Photo_0026.jpg" border="0" /><br />Defu lane bus depot. Look at how early these guys have to set off. And that is only the start of their day. So when you brats ever start cursing the driver for being late/not stopping for you/speeding/driving recklessly... Actually if they ever do those, its a lack of poor work ethic. So curse them if you like. Though I think it would be better to feed one fist into their mouth... Maybe not. Oh dear, I'm getting a more than a little delirious...<br /><br />6.40 a.m<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205692405661123906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SD5VqXlhRUI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/3I_SMLmr3FA/s320/Photo_0027.jpg" border="0" /><br />Daybreak arriving soon. Never thought I'd reach this place. Hougang! My neighbourhood visible in the distance. The sunrise is just like hope in the distance. I bet if I had crossed the road then, all the cars would not have been able to knock me down...<br /><br />6.55 a.m<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205693642611705170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SD5WyXlhRVI/AAAAAAAAAeY/a3dDUJRwOO0/s320/Photo_0031.jpg" border="0" /> </p><p>6 Hours 13Mins. Home. The picture says it all. I was crying so you can't see my face.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-9092197983604453345?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-24529702241454266782008-05-28T07:04:00.015+08:002008-05-28T08:59:52.671+08:00Kiabor: Eh.. So, you have accomplished a major undertaking. Care to bring us through the whole journey?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Right. It all started at...<br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205202921123300306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SDyYenlhQ9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/opTYBUibrdo/s320/Photo_0001.jpg" border="0" /> </p><div><br /></div><p>ZERO Hour<br /><br />12.46 a.m<br />The journey begins Clementi Ave 5. Block 326. The accumulation of all my mental teachings and rubbish meditations all boil down to this undertaking. I am determined to finish this pilgrimage. Travel this road to enlightenment.<br /><br />12.47 a.m<br />Just a minute into the journey, I feel like peeing. Not good. No toilets in sight. I entertain myself by counting the bins that I see...<br /><br />12.57 a.m<br />I receive a phone call. Lied to the caller that I was sleeping in hostel. Sinful. Very, very sinful. Just 11 minutes into this 'pilgrimage' and I LIED!<br /><br />1.15 a.m<br />I finally find a 24 hours Coffee Shop. Nature's call is answered. Feels so good. 爽爽没话讲.<br /><br />1.28 a.m<br /><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205205794456421346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SDybF3lhQ-I/AAAAAAAAAbg/c-vn3d_G-EE/s320/Photo_0004.jpg" border="0" /><br />No prizes for guessing where this is. Some taxi driver thought I needed a ride home while I was taking this picture. DO I LOOK LIKE I WANT TO GIVE UP? HOW DARE HE TRY TO TEMPT ME LIKE A DEVIL? Actually the chap was just being nice. I didn't succumb to that temptation.<br /><br />1 Hour into the journey<br /><br />1.46 a.m<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205207439428895746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SDyclnlhRAI/AAAAAAAAAbw/1OMOwC8cWwY/s320/Photo_0006.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />Some place near Commonwealth MRT or something. The MRT stop before Buona Vista. Just feeling high. So I just snapped this picture. Pardon the ugly kid in the picture.<br /><br />2 a.m<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205209350689342482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SDyeU3lhRBI/AAAAAAAAAb4/kWdzwdx3f-A/s320/Photo_0007.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />Lost and found. A pair of black-rimmed spectacles. Found outside Clementi Town Secondary School. If its yours, please head down there and collect it asap. Its blocking the path. If some passer-by steps on it, your spectacles will spoil and the person might fall and hurt himself. Now we don't want that to happen do we?<br /><br />2.35 a.m<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205209354984309794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SDyeVHlhRCI/AAAAAAAAAcA/o4EigXyP_AY/s320/Photo_0008.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />I was so flattered when I saw this. I mean there's no such hurry to build something for me before I even completed this journey right? You guys need to chill.I know its a suprise so I'll pretend I did not know.<br /><br />2 Hours into the Pilgrimage<br /><br />2.46 a.m<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205209359279277106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SDyeVXlhRDI/AAAAAAAAAcI/xKr-sVT6uFk/s320/Photo_0009.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />This guy was singing for me when I walked by. Thanks dude. I dub thee the Singing Man of Viking Road. Wait. Actually I'm not too sure if he's human...<br /><br />3.03 a.m<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205209359279277122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SDyeVXlhREI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/6gRxaXYlO_M/s320/Photo_0010.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />A drunken lady at Zion Road. Its good that when you don't drink, you don't drive. She's quite clever to stumble all the way to the petrol kiosk. Probably thought she could get more booze from those petrol pumps. Guess she'll never know what hit her...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. By the way. Whats the whole purpose of the pilgrimage? You're kidding with the attaining Nirvana thing right? Its totally not possible with you're kind of intelligence level... I mean even I know that. Surely you can see that too right?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Err... We'll cover this in the second and concluding episode to this Pilgrimage Saga!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-2452970224145426678?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-13574664409371403872008-05-22T18:10:00.005+08:002008-05-22T19:05:46.061+08:00<span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> This one hits the spot.<br /><br /><div><div></div><div>Kiabor: Eh.. What?</div><br /><div></div><div><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> I've always thougt that Falun Gong is a mysterious sect. They don't really qualify as a religion. They feel more like a group of mysterious martial arts sect but their history is that of a suicidal cult.</div><br /><div>Kiabor: Eh.. Yeah. I heard that they burnt themselves in Tiananmen Square. Hence they were exiled. Their story is very typified ancient chinese martial arts stuff.</div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> All I can say is. They are a mysterious bunch of people at this point in time. They participated in The Big Walk to promote themselves.</div><br /><div>Kiabor Eh.. That crazy walking event? How'd you know? You...</div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> ANYWAYS. I was at Esplanade a few days back. Check this out. </div><div><br /> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203148947503268786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SDVMZnlhQ7I/AAAAAAAAAbI/GD7ryYVq2uk/s320/Falun+DAFA.jpg" border="0" /></div></div><br /><p>Kiabor: EH.. WOAH! 法轮大法!!! They distorted time-reality! They are 江湖人物s!! </p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Hey chill man. If I wanted to make the mystery look big, O would agree with you but the fact was that I took this picture while pretending to take a picture of the merlion. So it was taken in quite a hurry and besides. It looks more artistic this way.</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. Are they actually allowed to paste those posters there? Do they have license to do that?</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> I don't know. I SEROUSLY don't know. All I know this isn't the first time they have done this.</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. So what is their main objective? Are they going to self-incinerate or undergo internal combustion when the time comes?</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> That is a big mystery. Here is another mystery.</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203151434289333186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SDVOqXlhQ8I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Knb6ZDde7Wg/s320/Falun+Gong.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p>Kiabor: Eh.. Reinforcements?!</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Yeah. There were 2 when I arrived. About 2 hours later when I left, they had 4! By night, they would have a crowd there.</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. Scary. Their stance looks very mysterious too. SOARING DRAGON EIGHTEEN PALM STANCE STROKE NUMBER 2!</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> No its not 翔龙十八掌. </p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. I was just imagining what I would half-expect them to do. Then they will go "红豆! 大红豆!!!"... Sorry.</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> ... Hence with the information we have, their ulterior motive is still a big mystery. Even the information we have is a big mystery. </p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. Their mysterious HQ is actually located at Eunos.</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Hmm... What's a Chinese sect doing in the middle of a predominantly Malay cultured area?</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. Mystery unsolved. We should find out more...</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-1357466440937140387?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-78170373841092935362008-05-17T02:28:00.007+08:002008-05-19T23:18:32.304+08:00<div><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> I went to Chomp Chomp.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Then?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Junk food rocks.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Is that all you want to say?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Not really. There's a mystery to solve there. Here...<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202105421746767298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SDGXUbNZhcI/AAAAAAAAAa4/mE8FJWSXGwY/s320/Big+Cup+of+Sugar+Pain.jpg" border="0" /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. A cup of sugar cane juice?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Not just any cup of sugar cane juice. A $3, gigantic cup of sugar pain that you cannot grasp with 1 hand.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Ooh... So What's the mystery?<br /><br /><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> How can they sell it so big? Its a sin...</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. Uh huh. Let me solve that for you. So that people like you will put the straw where your mouth is. Drink the stuff and shut up. Its such a big glass so that you still shut up after drinking because your stomach is bloated. If you utter just one word, you will just 'Merlion'.</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Hey chill man. Nothing happened to me after I drank that stuff. Plus eat all these...</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202106959345059282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SDGYt7NZhdI/AAAAAAAAAbA/q1ewscyzbFs/s320/Junkie.jpg" border="0" /></p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. So you're just bragging that you have an enormous stomach?</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Stingray. Slipper lobster. Fried prawn noodle. Satay. And 1 glass of Sugar Pain to down it all.</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. Alright. So you're getting back at me for what I did a few weeks back.</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Hey. I'm just sharing my experiences. Look at Jie Ren's cup. He's a vacuum. He chugged down half the cup before the meal started. </p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. Keep talking...</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-7817037384109293536?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-90997514562837165342008-05-16T23:18:00.004+08:002008-05-17T00:09:59.379+08:00<span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Today I was riding on the train towards Dhoby.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Then someone bombed the tracks?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Not exactly the tracks but someone bombed the cabin...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. And you're still alive!<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Barely. This is a killer mystery with 2 prime suspects.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Why didn't you call the police?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> You don't get it do you? Fartists are terrorists but they can't be jailed you know?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Ooh!<br /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200996821968192914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SC2nDbNZhZI/AAAAAAAAAag/Aa3D-m0AYH8/s320/Fartist.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Fartist 1. The guy with the cap. The most likely suspect for the bombings. Superb acting skills. Stood firm as a HDB flat in the wind even as the dense, unearthly scent wafted into my nose.</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. He has a arty farty look.</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Fartist 2. The guy on the phone. Ethnicity, Malay. Seemed unperturbed by the nuke dropped in the train. Too calm to be innocent. </p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. He's pretending to be on the phone after the bombings. Anyways can you give more details about the incident?</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Right. I was leaning on the glass panel near the train doors minding my own business. Everything was going perfectly fine. Fartist 2 was already standing opposite me when I entered the train. Then at a certain stop, Fartist 1 entered. Within moments, I felt my face cringe and grimace. My knees were going weak. I felt like walking away from my spot. The air became thick and heavy. The sweet aroma of unholy fart entered my nose and into my lungs. I exhaled immediatel and inhaled deeply to get fresh air. But more unholy sweet aroma greeted my nostrils. I felt like smashing the glass panel behind me. My consciousness was slipping away as each breathe reduced the oxygen to my brain. In between those moments of unconsciousness and consciousness, I glimpsed up and saw... FARTIST 1!!! He seemed unmoved and stoic to the thick, pungent air. When I was about to pass out, the fart seemed to have diffused away. The air became clear and my vision returned. Then I proceeded to take a picture of the suspects.</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. Hmm... From your reports I can confidently say Fartist 1 is the real terror behind the bombing. First of all, the smell wafted in from the front of you. Secondly, the smell only came after he entered and if Fartist 2 was the culprit, Fartist 1 would have gave some form of reaction. Finally, he was too calm. Just as a noob fartist would behave when he farts. Fartist 2 was calm probably because he loves the smell of fart or you were plain unlucky and all the wonderful scent just kept wafting towards you. Mystery solved!</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> So boys and girls. Ladies and gentlemen. Please take note of the man above with a cap. Wearing sunglasses. He is chinese in ethnicity. About 1.7m tall. More on the plump side. Codename: 臭屁王.</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. Yes. It is not a crime to fart. In fact it is healthy. However, please be aware of your surroundings before you 'bombs away'. Breaking wind in public places is hazardous to the nation's health. Note that methane is a greenhouse gas and is also flamable.</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Yes. Just like smoking, the second-hand smoker takes the most damage. Please be a considerate farter and fart when people won't smell your wonderful natural gas of destruction.</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. So please. In such situations either hold it in and don't fart OR fart and immediately stoop down and breathe in your fart so that the biological concoction does not spread out and kill the people around you.</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Yeah. Its a case of kill one and save a million.</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth</span> &amp; Kiabor: So be a Friend of Singa. Farting kills. Fart smart. Fart wisely. YOU can save lives with Fart Planning!</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-9099751456283716534?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-3542473664645459882008-05-15T18:31:00.003+08:002008-05-15T18:57:39.100+08:00<span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> I've got a toilet problem...<br /><div></div><br /><div>Kiabor: Eh.. Sounds mysterious... what?</div><div></div><div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200550849744045442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SCwRcbNZhYI/AAAAAAAAAaY/vX-AH6F8g80/s320/Toady.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> There's a 'Monster' in my toilet.</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. A frog? Hmm... Thats a mystery... You set it free?</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Why would I do it? Let me tell you this. It doesn't feel good when there's a frog hopping around the toilet bowl when you're shitting on it. You are rooted to the spot. Unable to mount any self-defence. The hose is out of reach. Killing the critter is horrendous and you can do nothing to keep the hopping little punk from coming near you. Screaming isn't an option since no one's at home.</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. Poor boy. Toady got you scared.</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> I wasn't scared. I was just freaked by the sudden appearance of a critter when I was 'relaxing' my anus. Can you imagine having to look back constantly at the spot where you saw Toady disappear when you're bathing? THE FEELING ISN'T GOOD.</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. You could have chosen not to bathe then... Maybe you should have kissed Toady. Maybe Toady wouldhave turned into a beautiful princess...</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> There's plenty of frogs at Chinatown. Wanna kiss every single one of them?</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. Alright chill. Chill. How did Toady get into the toilet? Thats the main mystery.</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> This ain't the first time. Toady's one of many others. </p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. You mean your toilet's a habitat for frogs? Toady has friends?</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> No. Listen. SOMEBODY in the house has a fish as a pet. Toady is fish food. BUT SOMEHOW, Toady escaped 'Guantanamo Bay' and managed to roam freely in the toilet. Terrorizing civilians who need to liberate themselves. </p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. Wow. Hard life for a frog. Did Toady rendezvous with his fellow escapees?</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> I've never heard of his fellow escapees ever surviving for more than 2 weeks. So Toady's on his own. I'll give him a few more days. He can never escape his death sentence. Even if no one catches him, he'll be drinking soap cocktail and eating pubic noodles. If he still survives, I think Lizzy or some other critter wil finish him off.</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. Poor Toady. Does anyone else know?</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> I don't know. My dad probably knows. I haven't told anyone else and don't intend to. What's life without suprises?</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. Evil...</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Toady... It reminds me of a phrase my friend once used...</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. What?</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> "Toady, toady save my country from all the degueful mossy mossies".</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. What the?</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Forget it. Its some crazed person who said that.</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. In any case. Mystery solved!</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-354247366464545988?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-65350982170212018112008-05-14T22:59:00.003+08:002008-05-14T23:27:47.124+08:00<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200248514111178098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SCr-eLNZhXI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/DxuRVqhV1EE/s320/Chicky.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> What's that? A kampong?</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. No. Its a place that I occasionally pass by.</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> So what's wrong with it?</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. Its mysterious...</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Why?</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. Because of the chickens...</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Huh? I think you've finally lost it. Not that you ever had it but this time round you've blown it...</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. No. Listen. A few years back I've already been walking this path. Its as if the chickens can never die. I risked my life trying to take a picture of these immortal chickens. Actually they were somewhat more afraid of me. They sort of kept backing away when I wanted to get a closer. </p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Alright. Let me crack the mystery for you. Chickens can live on average 5 to 11 years. <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chicken#General_biology_and_habitat">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chicken#General_biology_and_habitat</a>. So your immortal chickens aren't exactly immortal.</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. Really? Oh. I thought they were immortal so...</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> So? What'd you do? Don't tell me...</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. I mean you'll become immortal if you eat another immortal being won't you?</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> What crap logic is that? Then if I ate a bird, I could fly?</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. It tasted pretty stiff. Old poultry. Anyways I only took one of the chicken. I figured the rooster would make too much noise and there were many chickens around anyways.</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> I am appalled by your stupidity.</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. Mystery solved and stomach filled!</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Your stupidity makes me ill and angry...</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. I've got some leftovers, you want me to reheat them for you? You might become immortal after eating you know?</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> ...</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-6535098217021201811?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-18714524871448562502008-05-13T21:36:00.002+08:002008-05-13T22:42:40.146+08:00Kiabor: Eh.. Its been a long time...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> But I don't miss you.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Why? Come on. You have to snap out of that holy, enlightenment thing. We're a team remember?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> You left me to rot and die remember?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. I just went on a short trip somewhere.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> And I became a miserable 'monk'.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Let's just enjoy this summer vacation you're having. We've got plenty of stuff to do. I've got a grand plan in the midst...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> What stupid ideas are you having?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Its not a stupid idea. It will begin soon but currently there are a few mysteries we have to solve.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Uh huh...<br /><br />Kiabor: I stumbled upon this packet of chilli sauce. And I found it odd...<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199862851817801058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SCmftrNZhWI/AAAAAAAAAaI/ayDkrIig-6A/s320/The+Chilli+Sauce+Mystery.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> What's wrong with it?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. As you can see the chilli sauce package has a 'Tear Here' and an arrow pointing to where one should tear.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> And you were dumb enough to try tearing at the place where the arrow pointed?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. I was not dumb. It was just following the instructions on the package. I tried to tear at the arrow for half an hour but it didn't work very well.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Congratulations. You wasted half an hour of your freaking short life.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Thats not the point. Can't you see how mysterious it is? Why would the 'Tear Here' point to some position that cannot be torn?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> So that dumb, retarded people like you don't get to eat chilli sauce. Its a self-defence mechanism employed by the manufacturers to prevent retards like you who don't see the obvious slit there from enjoying your meals. Anti-fool mechanism.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. You're not arguing in the right direction. I mean don't you see the implications of this? Its like writing 'Press Here to Self-destruct' on the forehead of an I... of me instead of the actual self-destruct button.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Like the idiot who created that stupid joke, its rhetorical to argue about the 'Tear Here' mystery.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Picture this. What if some guy is in a hurry to eat a pack of chilli and he only sees the 'Tear Here' on the package? Maybe some guy's life can be saved because of that packet of chilli...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> And his life lies in the hand of an idiot like you who isn't going to tear the chilli sauce open along the slit. Its probably just some manufacturing defect.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. But this sauce has been around for like forever... The company has been playing this April Fools' joke for way too long. One day some guy is going to get hurt because of this defect.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Yeah. Probably some idiot like you. Can we put this 'mystery' to rest?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. I guess so. I'll just send this packet of chilli to Mr 'Change the World' for an autopsy and we'll be through. So folks. Don't be fooled by this pack of chilli. Remember. The 'Tear Here' is very deceptive. The actual place is as indicated in the picture. Take note and don't be fooled. Especially you nerdy kids out there who love to follow written instructions. Then again no one follows instructions these days...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Thats probably way some people turn emogay so easily.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-1871452487144856250?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-25056146488774491022008-05-06T01:11:00.003+08:002008-05-06T20:51:34.863+08:00<span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> A wiseman once said, "Follow the yellow brick road". Today, I was appalled to see two 'strangers' walk the twisted purple road. One was a skinny kid with a sense of humour. The other was a suicidal emoniac who constantly threatened to slit his own wrists. It was a truly horrible sight. I felt nauseated. I felt like regurgitating the meal I had 1 month ago. It was a shocking sight to see them tussling so openly in public. For goodness sake, keep it away from the public eye. May your tainted souls rest in peace. Let us meditate. Emo is gay. Emonogay. E is for Euni... Emo. Emo rhymes with Bok. What the hell I was about to say Bok, Bok, Bok. Emo is gay...<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196942801446754386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SB8_8X5B2FI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/tSZzmeA1-nA/s320/Gays.jpg" border="0" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-2505614648877449102?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-12077517057344486652008-05-06T01:02:00.007+08:002008-05-06T01:31:20.424+08:00<span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:<br /></span>"Dear Kenneth,<br /><br />Eh.. I heard your exams are finally over. My holiday is also coming to an end. The food has been great. Pasta, chicken steak. Yeah. Basically pasta and chicken steak but it still beats eating what you ate during exams(fart and air, I bet). Anyways, I'll be returning soon. I've a massive plan coming up. So we would need to gather the men soon. See you soon. We'll be REAL busy during your holidays...<br /><br />Eh.. Yours Truly,<br />Kiabor<br />6-May-2008".<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196940928841013314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SB8-PX5B2EI/AAAAAAAAAZw/Bwq9xNt7Fe0/s320/Chicken+Steak.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SB893n5B2CI/AAAAAAAAAZg/CfR-NjuM3Ws/s1600-h/Dried+Pasta.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196940520819120162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" height="192" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SB893n5B2CI/AAAAAAAAAZg/CfR-NjuM3Ws/s320/Dried+Pasta.jpg" width="248" border="0" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SB8-BH5B2DI/AAAAAAAAAZo/_3toQXzyTng/s1600-h/Dried+Pasta+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196940684027877426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" height="190" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SB8-BH5B2DI/AAAAAAAAAZo/_3toQXzyTng/s320/Dried+Pasta+2.jpg" width="272" border="0" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-1207751705734448665?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-91985018179089613702008-04-29T22:24:00.002+08:002008-04-29T22:46:01.384+08:00Kenneth: A wiseman once said, "Creation cannot come without destruction. Destruction leads to creation.". Actually, I said that. Anyways, as the path reaches an end, a new path will always open up. I have become enlightened to the fact that self-preservation cannot work without total destruction. When you eat chicken rice to satisfy your hunger, you are obliterating a once living chicken. When you drink water to quench your thirst, you are depriving some fish from its living space. When you use on your table lamp to do your homework, you are destroying the world with global warming. So this nasty Karma cycle needs to be reversed. Instead of being at the receiving end, I will now walk the path of the giving end. Instead of self-preservation, I will now proceed with self-destruction. So let the sacrifice begin... but before that. LET US MEDITATE. Pain for pleasure. Torture is my leisure. You're the hunter I'm the prey. So take your gun and shoot me in the head. Before I change my mind and make you the prey. Pain for pleasure...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-9198501817908961370?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-67547859663022720072008-04-27T17:36:00.004+08:002008-04-27T17:47:52.051+08:00<span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span><br /><div>"Dear Kenneth, </div><br /><div></div><div>Eh.. Yesterday, I saw a marvelous sight at Stamford Bridge. I saw a very scary Kapo. A toad. Ribbit ribbit! CROAK! Yeah. You get the point. He looked scary. The football match was fantastic but that guy really spoilt everything. He had BO, bad breadth and all sorts of status ailments. I nearly got poisoned. I heard your exams are ending soon. Have fun till then. I mean work hard till then. In the meantime I will be heading over to Old Trafford for another showdown. Will write back again.<br /><br />(P.S Fine! I was quite crapped by the Chelsea victory. Can Liverpool please break their legs? Thank you.)</div><br /><div></div><div>Eh.. Yours Truly, </div><div>Kiabor </div><div>27-April-2008".<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193857369955751954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SBRJwn5B2BI/AAAAAAAAAZY/MRNx9Rx5SZo/s320/Avram%27s+pants.JPG" border="0" /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-6754785966302272007?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-39781887075526619342008-04-27T17:14:00.003+08:002008-04-27T17:35:53.807+08:00<span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> A wiseman once said, "When there's a beginning, there's always an end". For a moment, I thought the end would never come. I was stuck in oblivion. My mind drifted in and out of reality and out of reality, I saw beautiful gir... thats not the main point. The point is my journey is finally reaching an end... I thought this day would never come. Tomorrow is Judgement Day. Yesterday, the King of Frogs appeared in my sleep. He looked very happy. He was celebrating with me. He croaked and croaked like a wild frog. I wanted to celebrate but his actions bewildered me. He was creepy and looked rather familiar... The journey is ending but it hasn't ended. Until tomorrow comes, LET US MEDITATE! We are the Champions my friends. We're gonna make it to the end. Cause we are the champions. WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS! No time for losers. Cause we are the CHAMPIONS... Dang dang dang... OF THE WORLD!!! Glory, glory Man U!!! We are the Champions my friends...<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193854887464654850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SBRHgH5B2AI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/4GVOOLVTWgY/s320/Grant+the+crap.jpg" border="0" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-3978188707552661934?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-41689069073264789562008-04-25T02:17:00.002+08:002008-04-25T03:07:59.994+08:00<span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span><br />"Dear Kenneth,<br /><br />Eh.. Its been quite some time since I sent you a letter. Its been quite a blast. So it kind of slipped my mind to send you any mail. I found something important that might help inspire you for your exams. Yeah, I know I should have shown you this earlier but I only discovered it today. Its a copy of the 10 Commandments written by Moses... Lim. Yeah. This joker tried to cheat my money. He claims to be god and tried to sell me his 'only copy' of the Commandment. I personally found it ridiculous that it was called the 10 Commandments. My neighbour (that Change My Hair guy) bought the copy. He looked fascinated by the whole historical hoo-ha. I wanted to smack his head but there was a bunch of people tailing him so I thought better. By the way, I'm in England now. I'll be at Stamford Bridge so you have fun... I mean work hard ya?<br /><br />Eh.. Yours Truly,<br />Kiabor<br />23-April-2008".<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SBDX1n5B1_I/AAAAAAAAAZI/tnMEecPO3Rc/s1600-h/The+10+Commandments+in+England.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192887686599399410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SBDX1n5B1_I/AAAAAAAAAZI/tnMEecPO3Rc/s320/The+10+Commandments+in+England.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-4168906907326478956?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-9754385360334046052008-04-20T03:45:00.010+08:002008-04-20T04:24:32.200+08:00<span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> A wiseman once said, "If a dog can talk, a pig can fly". Today. I do not wish to support what the wiseman say. I want to create a miracle. I not only want to make the pig fly, I want to make it talk. The same goes for the dog. Then I'll make them inter... Thats not the point. I've realised that cooping myself around four walls and forcing knowledge into my squishy, tofu-like mass beneath my skull is having detrimental effects on my mental/physical/emotional well-being. I am at the verge of cracking my skull open. I'm beginning to stray from the road to enlightenment. Strayed till I've fallen into the drain... and the drain is full of dung and manure. So. I need to re-focus again. Divert my chi back on the right track. Get my yin and yang back in balance. Hence I have come up with 10 Commandmands. Due to its sacredness, there are only 2 copies of the Commandmands. One in front of the 'Holy Resting Ground' and the other in front of the 'Sacred Study Area'. SO! Let the journey to enlightenment continue! Let us meditate. I'm a dog and I can talk. I eat like a pig and I fly on a plane. I'm a living miracle. I'm a dog and I can talk...<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SApMNiJR5aI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Yk9q10GQg6k/s1600-h/10+Commandments.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SApMAiJR5ZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/KaZ4uD_Yxzw/s1600-h/10+Commandments.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191045092547356050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" height="166" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SApMAiJR5ZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/KaZ4uD_Yxzw/s320/10+Commandments.jpg" width="248" border="0" /></a> <div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SApMdyJR5bI/AAAAAAAAAY0/1nTikD3_5Zk/s1600-h/10+Commandments+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191045595058529714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" height="158" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SApMdyJR5bI/AAAAAAAAAY0/1nTikD3_5Zk/s320/10+Commandments+2.jpg" width="238" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-975438536033404605?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-1612911900615163142008-04-18T15:49:00.014+08:002008-04-20T04:10:35.524+08:00<span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> A wiseman once said, "A monk should look like a monk and an idiot like an idiot". Shaving my head off was way too off. It reminds me of Army. Something that totally went against the principles of life. So I let everything grow. I thought I would look wiser with some moustache or something. Well those monks did look far wiser with their superior long moustache. Turns out I didn't fit into that category. I looked like a thug. I felt like a thug. I acted like a thug. I felt sloppy. Lumbered around like a prisoner. Felt lethargic like a prisoner. This was not working. The growing hair drains my vitality. I feel cranky. Someone told me it looked sexy when I was peeing. I wanted to add some puke to my pee. It wasn't right. I'm going to get rid of the sinful growing mess. Then I'll be reborn and full of life again. Let us meditate. A hungry man is an angry man. An angry man is not a happy man. An angry man looks like a hairy man. A hairy man is like a sloppy man. A sloppy man is a tired man. A tired man is a cold man. A cold man is a hungry man. A hungry man is an angry man...<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SAhWeI7YigI/AAAAAAAAAYU/EqGF4Fqv3Og/s1600-h/POW.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190493646337116674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" height="221" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SAhWeI7YigI/AAAAAAAAAYU/EqGF4Fqv3Og/s320/POW.JPG" width="294" border="0" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SAhWqI7YihI/AAAAAAAAAYc/CTOZ8t3F0Mg/s1600-h/POW2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190493852495546898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" height="220" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SAhWqI7YihI/AAAAAAAAAYc/CTOZ8t3F0Mg/s320/POW2.JPG" width="302" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-161291190061516314?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-49394014163876477452008-04-15T13:31:00.002+08:002008-04-15T13:57:17.790+08:00<span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span><br />"Dear Kenneth,<br /><br />Eh.. The weather in Italy is great. You must be curious why I would be in Italy. Well people told me that because of Mussolini, they came up with Mousse. I was curious so I went there to find out. Then I realised it was all a hoax. But they did have Choccolate Mousse anyways. So I had some and it tasted great! I guess you would think it looks like poop. I somewhat agree that it looks like poop but poop never did taste as good as this. It wasn't like the previous junk I made last time round. This Mousse was NOT CREAM! Don't worry, I got a picture for you to savour. So enjoy!<br /><br />Eh.. Yours Truly,<br />Kiabor<br />15-April-2008".<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189344575081712082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SARBZY7YidI/AAAAAAAAAX8/VHwdi7jVQr4/s320/Mousse.jpg" border="0" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-4939401416387647745?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-27890614358729739112008-04-14T15:06:00.005+08:002008-04-15T13:57:51.742+08:00<span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> A wiseman once said, "When the going gets tough, the tough get going". When the journey to enlightenment becomes lonely and boring, its time to seek out the tough people who are going with you. There is a tough journey within a tough journey and another tough journey within the tough journey's tough journey. Altogether it will be a never-ending tough journey. So when you get sick and tired of travelling alone, you get going with others. I embarked on a journey to the West in a quest to seek out like minded people at a "Not Too Useful" location. People who like me are seeking enlightenment. To bask amidst them makes me feel... like crap. Why? Because when the going gets tough, the people get tougher and everyone feels tough. Its so tough that I felt like going home. Tough aura makes me feel like I'm going to get squashed. But then again what does not kill you only makes you tougher. I want to get tougher because the going will get tough. It may become so tough I may be going to die. However the tough do not give up. So before I get going, let us meditate. All of you will bow down before me. Bow to me and KOW-TOW to me. I OWN YOU. So put down your books and computers and start praying for mercy. I AM TOUGH! YOU WILL GET GOING! All of you will bow down before me...<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189151928618617282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SAOSL47YicI/AAAAAAAAAX0/5iut0SYdM0Y/s320/The+West.jpg" border="0" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-2789061435872973911?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-60542413548055313832008-04-12T23:21:00.005+08:002008-04-13T00:18:57.701+08:00<span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> A wiseman once sang, "Twinkle twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are...". And so he wondered and many more wisemen wondered. So everyone started to look at stars and wondered what you are. The more they looked the more fascinated they became. The more fascinated they became, the more stuff they came out with. The more stuff they came out with, the more I had to meditate. So I wondered what you are and realised you are just a mass of helium, hydrogen and what not. And I wonder why you have so many funny processes going on and cause so many other funny processes and are caused by other funny processes. I wonder and wonder until I see so many of you in front of me. You're beautiful but only from afar just like all women are beautiful when you are drunk. AH! Pardon me for my bad choice of words dear star. Allow me to clear this Karma I've created. So from the scriptures of the Moon, Earth, Stars, LET US MEDITATE! Twinkle, twinkle little star. How I wonder what you are. Make me chant until I high. Like I'm flying in the sky. Twinkle, twinkle little star. How I wonder what you are. Twinkle, twinkle little star...<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188388352338225362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/SADbt5nk6NI/AAAAAAAAAXs/D18G-nDDNSc/s320/Sun,+Star,+Moon.JPG" border="0" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-6054241354805531383?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-63379413679478724262008-04-11T13:49:00.006+08:002008-04-20T04:21:01.764+08:00<span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> First off, thanks KB for abandoning me. You have strayed off the path to attaining Nirvana to pursue materialistic desires. I am beginning to not view you as a friend anymore. I guess the road to enlightenment was never an easy path. It is fraught with obstacles. For example when I came online, people suddenly started chatting with me. Normally my chat channels would be silent but this time round they popped out like popcorns. Well, at least people still remember my existence. Wait a minute, am I emoing? Okay. I need to keep my focus. The path to enlightenment is fraught with dangers. Focus... Focus... Focus... Alright. Time to meditate. 1 1 0 0 0 1 1 0 0 1 0 1 0 0 0 0 1 0 0 0 0 1 1 1 1 1 1 0 1 0 1 0 1 0 1 0 1 0 0 1 0 0 1 1 1 0 0 1 1 0 1 0 0 0. 0 1 1 0. 1 0 0 1. 0110 is 6. 1001 is 9. 0110 1001 is 69. 2 + 69 is 0111 0001. 1 plus 1 is not 2. 2 + 2 is not 4. I 1 2 4 down 2 die. Why the sky so high? Because we cannot fly. And monkeys can make apple pie. Why I suddenly want to watch hi 5? Because no one wants to say hi...<br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187863090722826434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/R_79_pnk6MI/AAAAAAAAAXk/-uCmvaBjFhY/s320/Budha+Rocks.jpg" border="0" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-6337941367947872426?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-80148764107274392902008-04-11T13:38:00.007+08:002008-04-15T13:49:51.270+08:00<span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span><br />"Dear Kenneth,<br /><br />Eh.. Seeing that your exams will be beginning in a week's time, I have decided to go on a vacation. Yeah. You can study for all I care but I'm not going to stick around while you study. I've got life! Don't worry. I'll get you tons of souvenirs when I return(if I return... Hahaha). See you in 3 weeks time. Will keep you posted about yours truly as I journey around. Sayonara sucker!<br /><br />Eh.. Yours Truly,<br />Kiabor<br />10-April-2008".<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-8014876410727439290?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-81968154504419252542008-04-03T12:51:00.004+08:002008-04-03T14:34:33.605+08:00<span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Err....<br /><br /><div><div></div><div>Kiabor: Eh.. What's up?</div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Err.. You got anything to say to me?</div><br /><div>Kiabor: Eh.. Why would I have anything to say to you? </div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> I don't know. Just asking.</div><br /><div>Kiabor: Eh.. Then do YOU have anything to say to me?</div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Well... Never mind.</div><br /><div>Kiabor: Eh.. Your're behaving like a girl. What's up with that?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Nothing...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Okay. I actually have something for you...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Oh! A letter!<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Yeah open it up and read it...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> "You're not a kid anymore. Now go bury yourself..." What the...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Hehehe. Don't look so glum. Here's the real letter...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> "You have wrinkles..." Hmmm...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Okay. Okay. Here's the really real letter...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Is this some kind of April fools' prank?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Just read it.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> "Gotccha! 2 days after April FOOLS'!!!". Ha ha ha. So funny...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. HEHEHEHE!!! Okay I'll stop. Here's what I really wanted to show you.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> I'm not believing you anymore. You've hurt me deep deep.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Chill. Just open this. Its all good!<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> "You're quite a joke. 2 days after April Fools' part 2!" That's it. I've had enough.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Okay, okay. The letters' all fake. Here's the real thing. I'll say it out to prove my sincerity. Here goes: 126 years ago on this day, American Old West outlaw Jesse James was killed by Robert Ford for a 5K reward. 60 years ago on this day, the Jeju Massacre startd in Jeju, South Korea. A civil-war-like period of violence and human rights abuses begins. 62 years ago on this day, Japanese Lt General Masaharu Homma is executed in the Philipinnes for leading the Bataan Death March. 12 years ago on this day, A United States Air Force airplane carrying United States Secretary of Commerce Ron Brown crashes in Croatia, killing all 35 on board. 4 years ago on this day, Islamist terrorist involved in the 11 March 2004 Madrid attacks are trapped by the police in their apartment and they kill themselves. 22 years ago on this day... an English Tenor named Peter Pears died.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> (Damn you...)<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Relax my man. I was only kidding. This day was quite a violent day ya?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> (Damn you...)<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Alright, alright. I'll give you something useful...<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184879838628730226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/R_RkvhiM1XI/AAAAAAAAAXU/7CjvTNHXsXs/s320/tombstone.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> What the...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Its very personalised. Cool stuff.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Thanks. I'm touched to receive this...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Seriously? Are you kidding me? It was meant to be a joke...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> No. Its a great gift. </p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. You're freaking me out a little...</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Thank you so much my friend! Here's something for you in return. You'll love it!</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184902760869188994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/R_R5lxiM1YI/AAAAAAAAAXc/wITd3Z7cWfM/s320/Cluepon.jpg" border="0" /></p></div><br /><p></p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. FANTASTIC! THANKS MAN! I'll spend this wisely!</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> So we're even!</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. Today's such a good day!</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Yeah!</p><p>Kiabor: Eh. But actually, what's the occassion?</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Now that you've said it. I don't know. I SERIOUSLY don't know...</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-8196815450441925254?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-25582960968777318692008-03-27T02:03:00.004+08:002008-03-31T01:38:19.782+08:00Kiabor: Eh.. Why the grim face?<br /><br /><div></div><div><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> There won't be pictures for today... This is sad. </div><br /><div>Kiabor: Eh.. What happened?</div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> My phone died... Rest in peace... its still in one piece...</div><br /><div>Kiabor: Eh.. How come?</div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> I was transferring files. Then suddenly after it restarted... it never woke up again...</div><br /><div></div><div>Kiabor: Eh.. AHAHA! Get a new one then.</div><br /><div></div><div><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> It was spasming. Even now if I switch it on, it spasms...</div><br /><div></div><div>Kiabor: Eh.. Chill man. Its just a phone.</div><br /><div></div><div><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> You won't understand you primitive mad man...</div><br /><div></div><div>Kiabor: Eh.. Don't need to get all offensive over a phone...</div><br /><div></div><div><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> It wasn't just a phone. It was my memory erasing device...</div><br /><div></div><div>Kiabor: Eh.. Eh? Oh! That. The HQ's not going to get you a replacement?</div><br /><div></div><div><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> They are.</div><br /><div></div><div>Kiabor: Eh.. Then why are you complaining?</div><br /><div></div><div><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> I'm just trying to be emo.</div><br /><div></div><div>Kiabor: Eh.. Can I slap you?</div><br /><div></div><div><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Is MCR a non-emo band?</div><br /><div></div><div>Kiabor: Eh.. So. What's next?</div><br /><div></div><div><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> I'll mourn for my phone for 1 week.</div><br /><div></div><div>Kiabor: Eh.. And then?</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183585653313295714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/R-_LsBiM1WI/AAAAAAAAAXM/H9DwbbziXkk/s320/MWg.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p></p><p><span style="color:#000099;"></span> </p><p><span style="color:#000099;"><br /><br />Kenneth:</span> That.</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. What the? What's that?</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> New phone...</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. Weren't you mourning?</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Need to move on with life.</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. What the...</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Its got GPS, Windows Media Player, MSN and many other functions.</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. What happened to the emo?</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> What's gone is gone. Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust. 跌倒了再站起来! </p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. Then what of your old pal?</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> His death won't be futile. I'll trade him in...</p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. You are...</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> I will walk on. WALK ON! WALK ON! </p><p>Kiabor: Eh.. Recalcitrant. </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-2558296096877731869?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-45650395774497789322008-03-18T01:13:00.003+08:002008-03-18T02:57:30.112+08:00<span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Well. For every story, no matter how good or bad, there is always the high possibility of a sequel or a spinoff.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Yup! Just like my good old neighbour's long and boring show!<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> So. We just can't leave Uglay Monkay's disappearance like that.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Nope of course not. How'd he die?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> You just want him to die don't you? We'll see in the sequel to The Village!<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Alrighty then. Let me get some pop corn.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> This won't be a 2 hour cheap flick like SOME movie. Besides, we have viewers complaining that the previous story was too long and sophisticated.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. What?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Come on. We must react to feedback. AND SO... Uglay Monkay was nowhere to be found. From the ashes of the dead. He rises...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Since when did this become some fantasy crap?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Okay, okay... So back in the urban area of Singalong where everyone is just a face in the crowd and no one stops to rest, a familiar figure walks along with the crowd. Except he wasn't exactly 'everyone' because he was ugly and he was not human.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. At this rate the viewers will complain again...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Eherm! So Uglay Monkay goes on with life in the big city. Life in the rural village partly forgotten. Kept in some part of his heart until he has time to think about it again. Then, I billboard advertisement catches his eye. "Upcoming Yokoyoko Showcase 2008!". Perhaps in the past, those words would have made him excited, made his pride surge. This time however, he just looked down and shook his head.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Then the billboard fell on him and he died?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> ... So he walked on and merged into the crowd. He thought about the calls he received from the village supervisor, urging him to return. In the past, he might have been more than willing but now he felt only reluctance. So he continues to walk on...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. A car knocks him down for not looking left, looking right and then looking left again before crossing the road?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> ARGH!<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Okay, okay... He'll die later. I know. I'll be patient...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> As he walks amidst the crowd, thoughts drifting through the distant past, a familiar figure caught his eye. He saw 'him', stumbling around like a crazed lunatic. Looking cold, tired and hungry. Looking lost in this big city. Looking like a hopeless, emo. The only words he muttered were, "Uglay Monkay. Save me.". Uglay Monkay wanted to turn and leave but thought better and approached the stumbling retard... The village supervisor... After providing some food and shelter for the emo-maniac supervisor, the supervisor poured out his story...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. This is getting exciting...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Ever since Uglay Monkay left, the villagers have gradually improved the quality of their production. However something was brewing. Although the Yokoyoko produced has improved in quality, the villagers were not as attached to their jobs. Gradually things were getting out of hand. For some reason, whether it be the political system of the region or the growing darkness in the hearts of men, the villagers were getting out of hand. Though some of them claim they love the village, none seemed to show any respect for the supervisor. Eventually, a silent mutiny occured. No one listened to the supervisor. No one seemed to want the supervisor in the village. The lost of control coupled with his romantic addiction to Yokoyoko chemicals, forced the supervisor to seek help outside the village. Even his old comrades failed to support him. As his chemical addiction kicked in, he turned suicidal and emotional. Somehow, he managed to find his way to the urban jungle and being moments away from slitting his pathetic wrists, he found Uglay Monkay...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. FWAH! Escape from Guantenamo Bay!<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Uglay Monkay tried to weigh the situation. He could not take sides with the supervisor as he has only heard the supervisor's side of the story. He was however devastated to see his old freind become a shadow of his former self. The circumstances he is in has turned him from the cheery, silent, emo kid to a crazed, irritating, emo monster with suicidal tendencies. The supervisor's story made Uglay Monkay curious about the situation at the village but he knew curiosity killed the cat and despite pleas from the supervisor, he was reluctant to return to the village. Maybe he didn't want to see the truth for himself or maybe it was not part of his new plans but Uglay Monkay seemed unmoved to return to the village. His monkey sense told him the Yokoyoko, though better in quality, already had not fiery bite in it.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. So is the supervisor going to commit suicide? Come on! VIOLENCE!<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> The supervisor threatened to slit his pathetic wrists if Uglay Monkay did not return but Uglay Monkay was adamant. Seconds away from slitting his wrists, Uglay Monkay whispered into his ears. The supervisor calmed down with those words and nodded...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. What? The story's going to end there?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Over the weeks, Uglay Monkay had heard rumours of how much the village misses him and how things would improve if he returned. However he was sceptical. How much can improve with so few days to the showcase? How can attitudes change in a few days? How can glorious days past be revived? He knew at this point. Things are not the same anymore. Things will not be the same anymore. Things happen. Things that change things happen. The village was not the village he knew anymore. If he returned, he would probably be lost. He would not be needed in this era.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. So Uglay Monkay going to commit suicide?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Sorry brother. Uglay Monkay didn't die in this sequel. Maybe the next?<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. What the!?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Come on. Trilogies are freaking popular these days. Maybe it will become a chronical thing. That it could last for more than 3 episodes.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. By the way. I was attributed with the success of the 1st story by our good friend Wes. HAHA!<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Whatever. Its just a damn story. Don't need to get so chummy over it. All names and characters are entirely fictional. Any reference to any person living or dead is entirely coincidental.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178768774602851874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/R96uwyAWhiI/AAAAAAAAAXE/fxBvAqIWLGY/s320/Champions!.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p>Kiabor: Eh.. Wait. Why is the sequel called Pants on Fire?</p><p><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Good question! Go figure!<br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-4565039577449778932?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-59906966309836387312008-03-13T11:15:00.006+08:002008-03-18T02:01:25.371+08:00<span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Storytime...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. What kampong story you have there?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Its not exactly a kampong story.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. The village what. Got !Kung bushmen not?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> I SAID ITS NOT EXACTLY A KAMPONG STORY much less a TRIBEMEN story.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Okay. Okay. What's the story, morning glory?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Once upon a time. In the far reaches of a tiny island called Singasong...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Singasong? You mean the people there like to sing songs?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> And they like to tock cock and play mahjong. Let me continue with the story. It don't matter what the people do...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Okay. Okay. Please continue oh wise one...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> ... There was this group called Diablo Hobbo Songbo Condo Organization.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Thats a mouthful. They worship the devil and sell condominium one ah?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Not exactly. This Diablo Hobbo Songbo Condo Organization, despite being an organization, is actually a collective of a number of villages. One of this village is called Duah Jiad Yokoyoko.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. How come all the names all so weird one ah? The organization got boss one not?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> The organization has different branches. The main job is to sell condo but they also have to diversify and this village sells Yokoyoko and yes they have a boss. The boss is a shrewd old man but thats a story for another time. The focus is about this village called Duah Jiad Yokoyoko.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Wah. Manufacture Yokoyoko not enough. Still manufacture DUAH JIAD ONE AH!!!<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> ERERM. This village was a very united village and produced spectacular individuals throughout its manufacturing years. Many grew up and took up jobs in the urban areas of Singalong. Some dedicated their lives to the art of manufacturing Yokoyoko.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. That means those few will have free Yokoyoko for life!<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> ... Many came and went but the village prospered. Traditions bloomed and withered due to cultural transitions. This created a hybrid, vibrant culture with each fiscal year.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. What the hell! Geography plus economics. What's their Gross Domestic Product? They got pay tax or not? Got social problems?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Can you not interrupt me? At one point of time, the village took in a monkey. The monkey was a strange one. It was a thinking, talking monkey. Much different from MOST monkeys. Living in a homo-sapien society, it of course had to be named.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Whats the name of the monkey? Is it male or female?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> HE was called Uglay Monkay.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Uglay Monkay! Cool name. Haha!<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Cool name but not a smart monkey. Uglay Monkay had many weird antics up his sleeves.. I mean fur. During his stay in Duah Jiad, he gained alot of experience, had fun, monkeyed around like any other monkey would. Alas the time came when he and his human amigos had to leave the village. However unlike his compadres, Uglay Monkay still returned to the village.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. EMO MONKAY!<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Uglay Monkay was quite attached to the village so he constantly visited the village. Though sometimes the shrewd boss made trouble for him, Uglay Monkay had opposable thumbs. He could swing from tree to tree and escape danger. He didn't mind the constant abuse either because he loved the village. So monkey abuse was peanuts to him.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. The monkey SM one ah?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Because Uglay Monkay was also dumb, he didn't duck when shit was thrown at him. So he was quite a smelly Monkay. Over the years, the Yokoyoko the village made declined in quality. Customers were complaining about how the Yokoyoko lacked the burning feel when they applied it. So Uglay Monkay set out to help the villagers concoct a fiery solution that would burn any customer down so that they will never have the chance to complain again.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. SICK!<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Easier said than done. It didn't help that the shrewd boss began taking drugs and became more demented and mentally unstable. Then there was a change in Village chief to a Baboon as the previous chief had to leave Singalong to enhance his real estates skills. Uglay Monkay did not like this Baboon because he felt theat the Baboon wasn't qualified to even clean his ass. The Baboon, being a Baboon, was not a clever Baboon. Even by monkey standards, the Baboon was not very intelligent. However the Baboon did have talents in other areas in the Organization but the shrewd boss made a dumb move to send the Baboon to Duah Jiad Yokoyoko.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Did the Baboon have a red ass?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Any Baboon has a red ass... So Uglay Monkay was embroiled in this growing mess. What's more, over the years, under poor supervision from a village supervisor, the villagers have gradually been plagued by the lazybug disease. Furthermore due to changes in the Singalong government policies, manufacturing industries like Yokoyoko production are becoming of lesser significance. As a result, the Yokoyoko produced began to lack the fiery feel it used to have. The industry was declining.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. I got a feeling that Uglay Monkay's gonna die.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> So seeing the village going head on into a future economic disaster, Uglay Monkay tried to make changes. He collaborated with past villagers and they tried to improve the village. Despite how hard they tried, the Yokoyoko production standards only inched forward slightly.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Dumb monkey should have just left from the start.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Well he just didn't like to see the ailing village decay into a lost civilisation and he's not a very smart monkey either. The Baboon seemed to be gaining the upperhand as some of the villagers were swayed to its side. Uglay Monkay looked to be fighting a losing battle.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Will this be zero to hero story?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Uglay Monkay had tried to instill a sense of pride and fun in the villager from the start. So he tapped into those powers. It worked. Or so he thought. Uglay Monkay looked to a group of four villagers known as the Happy Feets. One of whom became the next Village Supervisor. At first, he thought the Happy Feets were a united bunch. Working hard, striving as one. However the Happy Feets, though once united, gradually succumbed to their own growing prides and desires. Uglay Monkay could only watch helplessly as the Happy Feets slowly crumbled into individuals who only came together to fulfill tasks that would benefit themselves. The Village Supervisor was also losing grip of the villagers. His former Happy Feets doing only just enough to ensure meagre survival.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Uglay Monkay is definitely going to die in the end.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Uglay Monkay realised that the villagers had in fact not been the group he had thought them to be. Though the Baboon looked to be winning the battle, Uglay Monkay knew that in fact no one was winning. The villager were gradually losing their attachment to the village. Self-proclaimed village lovers served to only anger Uglay Monkay more as the Yokoyoko manufactured failed to reflect that love. Though Uglay Monkay did not know this, the confusion, disillusionment and frustration within the damned monkey was growing.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. The monkey's going to die of a heart attack.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> When Uglay Monkay finally needed to leave the village to commute back to the urban areas, he realised how helpless the situation had became. With that, Uglay Monkay disappeared from the village for a time. His whereabouts unknown.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. What? The monkey didn't die? This is an anti-climatic ending...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Apparently the Village Supervisor has been in contact with him. There are still old villagers who commute back to help the villagers and the Baboon is still in control together with the shrewd boss. No one knows for sure how the village has reacted to Uglay Monkay's disappearance. Perhaps they're happier, more productive than before. With the upcoming Yokoyoko showcase, everyone will be waiting to see what kind of potent mix Duah Jiad Yokoyoko has come out with. Meanwhile, Uglay Monkay has yet to make an appearance for quite some time. Rumour has it that he might never return. Perhaps the village needs him no more...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Because Uglay Monkay DIED? Shrewd boss called for his hit?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Nobody knows for sure. Only time will tell. Only time will tell...<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177085297746675218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Co2GnzEOwcc/R9izpiAWhhI/AAAAAAAAAW8/zQ5uKvggSnE/s320/Flags+of+our+Fathers.JPG" border="0" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1264702553629048269-5990696630983638731?l=jalanjalanstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kennethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805408858578340134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264702553629048269.post-19123543455211351002008-03-09T22:46:00.008+08:002008-03-09T23:31:54.095+08:00Kiabor: Eh.. What have you been doing my man?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Busy with school stuff. Been riding the WAVES!<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. You're a surfer?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Okay not exactly riding the waves. Actually it should be burning rubber. I've been burning rubber.<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. What you mean?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> Been driving around school, around Jurong, around Singapore. I think I'll take up a part time driving job soon...<br /><br />Kiabor: Eh.. Driving ambulance? Trying to catch the nuts in the area?<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kenneth:</span> No. Otherwise you won't