That was one superuberfreakingmegabloodyimbafun class outing. Except when khairul fell.

But really, it was the most fun I've had in a while.

Now that I've said that.

WHO WOULD LIKE A COOKIE?!

Oh, and wangbo is DAM PRO AT BIKING CAN?!

Okay everyone I know this is a little late but whatever.
Pari bringing Oreo.
Aris bringing HTWOOH (the drink, not water)
JQ bringing rice or some proper food.
Sorry no cheesecake from me. I'm equally as sad.

Anyone else? PLEASE, WE NEED MORE FOOD!

The plan is:
3.15, meet at bishan MRT (I think, correct me if I'm wrong.)
3.30 leave MRT for mac
At mac gather with ppl who took private transport.
4, those who are lazy to cycle, set up picnic. Likely, under a pavilion. (sorry, but I think you guys are gonna have a long wait.)
When we get tired or start to pity those guys at the pavilion, we return.
Then makan and play truth or dare. Stare at sunset, even though we're at the wrong side of the island.
Go home.


Okay, anythig else please SMS me yea? 96399832

If it rains... Thanks JQ for bringing that up.

Hm, I've been thinking about that, too. I won't mind cycling in the rain...

But I guess not everyone will..

I guess we'll have to stay in some shelter, and wait it out.

So...

1. Cycle in the rain
2. Wait it out
3. Sit in some pavilion play truth or dare or smth...
4. Everyone bring hoodie! Or raincoat.

So?

In the previous episode...
The boy is left bewildered by the FSM's sudden departure, and just when he starts to doubt his sanity, he meets Cow, the self-professed pirate and one of the FSM's closest followers. She proffers to induct the boy into her pirate group, and even without a proper reply from the boy, she conscripts him anyway.
What will happen next?


Cow looked around, slightly worried, for there was only green pasture for miles around, and no sign of uncowly civilization.
"Er, Cow, what are you looking for?"
"A waaaaaay ouuuuuut of thiiiiis plaaaace...." Cow mooed. "There are only cooooows here. We neeeeed to find a huuuuumaaaan tooooown..."
"Why?" Every second that passed was leaving the boy increasingly flummoxed.
"Beeeecause...." and Cow let the sentence hang there for a while, while she cast her head around with something fairly similar to despair(but cows don't despair as humans do, so that is hardly an appropriate term). "We neeeeed to get to the mooooooooo....." She dragged her moo, now almost a plea for help, for at least half a minute, then - "...oooon."
"The...moon?"
"Yes, the mooooon." Her eyes were darting about frantically now.
"Er... why do we need to go to a human town to get to the moon?" The boy didn't mention that he thought it impossible for a cow and a boy(in particular a cow), both of whom lacked any space training, to get to the moon in the first place.
Cow snapped irritably(though the effect was a weird one because of her long drawl), "Well, coooows can't fly, caaaaan they?" She offered no other reply.
The boy thought it best not to mention that humans couldn't either(and spaceships wouldn't be located in any old town).
"Ahhhhh haaaa!" Cow let out a whoop(or what seemed like a whoop, for cows don't whoop as humans do) of triumph.
"Where?"
"Noooot where, but hoooooow. I have found ouuuut hoooow to get toooo a town." The sides of her lips curled up into what seemed like a grin(for cows don't grin like humans do), a there was a certain gleam in her eyes, that of victory and success and exultation.
"Well," said the boy, slightly exasperated and getting impatient, "how then?"
"Together we shaaaal scoooour the pastures. Staaaanding here won't heeelp. Yoooooou only can seeee greeeeeen from heeeere..." Cow twitched her ears. "If weeee gooo on the mooove we willll definiiiiiitely find it...."
The boy thought that he could have suggested that half an hour ago, but thought it wise not to say anything, and just give a vague nod of his head.
"Let us set oooooff, then! MOoooooooo....." Cow threw back her head with relish, and let her moo resonate across the plains and ring in the boys ears.
"Right," said the boy, and he knew with unwavering certainty that they would never get to town.


But, as always, the boy had a knack for getting things horribly wrong, and this time proved to be no exception. Within a little less than twenty minutes the distant spires and buildings rose up against the pale blue sky, and every minute saw them growing bigger, until finally they loomed overhead, tall and impressive, almost intimidating.
They stood before the gate. It read, paint peeling of the metalwork, "DOGVILLE". The boy thought this strange because this town was obviously located beside a pasture full of cows, not dogs.
"Ahhhhh..." Cow sighed, and her eyes were lost in that dreamy, faraway look. "I reeeemember my first tiiiiiiime heeeere....."
"You've been here?" The boy was mildly surprised. The expanse of grass was huge; why would a cow wander into town when heaven was more than 20 hectares all round?
"Oh, yeeees... In my preeevious life..."
"I..I beg your pardon?" the boy coughed.
"My previous life...Yooouuu knooow.... the oppooooosite of afterlife...."
"Your - excuse me?" The boy was utterly bamboozled, not because he didn't believe in an afterlife, but because he couldn't imagine anyone who'd reincarnate into a cow.
"Oh, dooon't act daaaaft... I waaaas reeeaaally preeeety baaaack then... A huuuman too.... My naaaame used to beeeee Grace Muuuuuulligan... I waaaas running away from my faaather, then I foooound this tooown in the middle of nowhere in sooome mountainous region...theeeey tooook me in but forced me to dooooo physical labooooour...." Here her muzzle quivered.
The boy was too perplexed to speak, and so lapsed into an incredulous silence.
"Theeey mistreeeeated meeee..... Buuut then my faaather came.... He waaas a gaaang leader... We reuunnited and burnt dooown the toooown...We killlled everyone...Except ooone...."
The boy felt a slight chill run down his spine. It was hard to imagine the cow that was standing before him as a woman who walked around setting things aflame and murdering people. It was almost funny, and the boy would have laughed, if not for the graveness in Cow's voice.
"Buuut," continued Cow, "His Nooooodliness naturally wooooouldn't staaaaand fooooor that. I waaaas maaade to repent, and waaas glaaaad I diiiid. The fiiiirst tiime He tooouched meee with His Nooooodly Appendage was wheeen heee toook away my huuuman booody and fiiirst life.... I waaaas rebooorn as a cooow, and haaaave beeeen with His Nooooooodliness ever since.....Moooo..."
The tone in her voice had lifted somewhat, so the boy felt that it was safe to venture further. "What about Dogsville?"
Cow seemed to sniff(for cows don't sniff as humans do). "Whaaat abooout it...?"
"Well, you said that you burnt it down but obviously it's still standing here so how come it's still here? And I thought it was in a mountainous region?" the boy said.
"Ahhh...His NOooodliness rebuilt Dogville, of course, but then heeee reaalised that the original miiddle of nowhere where the toooown was originally loooocated had been developed into a national paaaark, so He planted the toooown in anooother middle of nowhere, thaaaat issss, heeereee...."
The boy listened to this in silence, digesting all that he had just heard.
Finally, he came to the conclusion that Cow wasn't just any old cow.


*In the next episode of The Boy, The Cow, and The FSM:
WHAT are the boy and Cow going to do at Dogville? HOW are they going to get to the moon? And WHAT does getting to the moon have to do with pirates?

This is mainly for the benefit of Mr Fadhir (you still visit this blog, I hope?).

You're welcome to join our class outing. Here's the info on venue and time.

Date: 31st August (teacher's day celebration on that day, wanna give sth to Mr Fadhir?)
Time: Around 4-4:30pm
Venue: East Coast Park, meet either at Bedok MRT or ECP's McDonalds
Activities: Cycling first(I can actually cycle there from my house, or even jog), then a picnic cum dinner(i suppose, since isaac wants to see the sunset{and I must say I'd like that too} and that means we're gonna have an early dinner), and also some monopoly, scrabble etc. (can some ppl bring some other board games? I can provide connect four and scrabble I think)
Random stuff: Want to have a fake campfire story-telling time kinda thing? I dunno. I could talk about His Noodliness all day long (Though I regret to inform you that His Noodliness had this in response to the outing: Don't know, don't care, now let me sleep. { Yes, Marcus is the FSM})
FOOD TO BRING: Just a list of stuff you guys can consider
1. Soft Drinks (bring maybe 3 bottles? you guys should be bringing your own water too, I guess, given that we're going to excercise)
2. Potato Chips (I believe 3 packets would suffice)
3. Fried Rice or other proper food (I can bring fried rice)
4. Other stuff like sausages, sandwiches, mashed potato etc.
5. Fruits (I can bring)
6. Unless maybe you guys wanna buy stuff from McDonalds?
7. Fart bubbles(they smell like flatulence and give you flatulence!)
8. Some Sichuan dishes from CG please (Ma po tofu?)
9. CHEESECAKE FROM ISAAC (don't ask me why I caps)
10.Did I miss out anything? Suggestions please tag.

Signed,
Touched By His Noodly Appendage

In reply to JQ's post about everyday mask.


Yeah, we all are liars. Like I said once in the tagboard, I'ld rather live my whole life a lie rather than know who lies to me. So I'm fine with that.

Anyway, as for the class outing, make sure you guys bring food for the picnic yea?


I'll try ask my mom to make cheesecake mmmm


Okay next thing, who in class thinks they pwn in halo besides JQ?

I need some better ppl to fight, no offence


Okay that's it cya

In the previous episode...
The boy, in a fit of rage, chases the cows off their pastures. At the utterance of his angry words, the holy FSM appears and talks to boy about inducting him into the group of Pastafarianism advocates known as 'pirates'. The boy does not make any decision just yet, and the FSM is off before the boy can reply.
What will happen next?


THE BOY, THE COW, AND THE FSM, EPISODE 2

The boy blinked at the dazzling white that faded only a few seconds after the FSM's departure. He stood for a moment, swaying slightly on the spot, completely stunned by what had just happened. Slowly his mental faculties arose from their stupor, and, still staring incredulously at the place where the FSM had disappeared into thin air, he started to think about the conversation he had had with that eccentric pasta.
It totally beat him. It was the strangest dialogue he had ever had. In fact it could hardly be considered a dialogue; all he had contributed were a few tentative 'Er's as the FSM enthused about...about...pirates and flying and cows and Douglas Adams(who he was the boy could not say).
Slowly he sat down. Beneath the soft grass brushed against his legs. He sat there and wondered. Who(or rather, what) on earth was the Flying Spaghetti Monster really? It had appeared all so suddenly and had gone the same way. It hadn't even bothered to explain why it was there, what it was, and what the hell was Pastafarianism. A feeling of absolute bewilderment rose within him. Now he wasn't even sure if he had seen a floating pasta or not. It had seemed so surreal, so dream-like, so... indescribably stupid.Perhaps it was a dream after all...?
"Truuuuust me, it wasn't a dreeeeeam."
The boy started. The voice had spoken in a long, lazy drawl, almost...almost...cow-like.
"The FSM iiiiis reeeeeal alllllright. As reeeeal as yoooooooouuuuuu and meeeeeeoooooo...." The voice could not be more than a metre away.
The boy turned.
There, before him, the pink, wet muzzle of some grazing mammal blocked out the entire scope of his vision.
"Heloooooooooooooooooo...." went the animal in that drawn-out voice.
"Er..."
"I am, as yoooouuuuu haaaaave prooobaaablly reeeealised byyyyyy nooooooow, a cooooow. Moooooo....." the creature spoke again.
"Er..." Then, thinking that he was required to say something cooler than that, the boy added, "A talking cow?"
"Yeeeeees, a taaalking cooooow. Mooooo...." the cow replied.
So dazed was he by the events that had already transpired, he hardly felt surprised now, and he was not as wary as he should have been normally. He offered, "Shall we make an acquaintence? What's your name?"
"I Am Coooow. Moooo...." Cow answered lazily, then asked, "Whaaaat abbooout yooooouuurs?"
"Me? Well, er..." Here the boy started to think really quick, because it would embarrassing to admit that he had never had a name, and had never found a need for one. He had a sudden brainwave. "I Am Boy."
"Weeeellll, Booooooooy, nice to meeeeeet yoooouuuuu...." drawled Cow.
"S...same here." He forced a smile.
"I'm a giiiiirl, byyy the waaaaay..."
"Ex...excuse me?"
"I'm a girl, not a bull. All coooooows haaaaave deeeeeeep vooooices..."
"Er..." was all the boy could reply, for he found this all rather disconcerting.
"Anwaaaay, yooouuuu were shooouuuting juuuust noooow. 'Where's my coooow?'. That booook is very popular amooooong us cooooows. Moooo......"
"Er...yes...I knew that, that's why I was reading it aloud," said the boy hurriedly.
"Ohhhhh, but yoooouuuur reeeeading was terrible. It was hoooooollering. Noooo, noooo, we coooows dooon't like it like thaaaat. MOoooo.... It scared us allllll awaaaay...." Cow said.
"Oh...really? I hadn't realised...." the boy replied sheepishly.
"Yooouuuu should buuuuy the reeeeeal boooook. It haaas alllll the correct pronuuuuunciations of animaaaaal sounds, especially oooour mooooooooooo....." the cow threw back her head and dragged her moo for more than ten seconds(this impressed the boy very much). Then she said, "Did yoooouuuu know that it was actually baaaased of the boooook 'Thud!' by Terry Prachett?"
"Er..."
"Yoooouuu seeeem to beeeee a Booooy of feeew words."
"Er..."
"Wellll, yooouuu seeeem to haaave very little to dooooo in yooour life. Hooooow aboout joining me?"
"Excuse me?"
"Jooooooining me. Moooo...."
"Er..."
"To be a pirate."
"What?" At this the conversation with the FSM was thrust suddenly into his mind.
"A pirate. Cooooows can beee piraaates tooooo yooouuuu knoooow."
"P...pirate?"
"Yeeees. Doooon't think only huuumans can be pirates. I'm a pirate tooooo. Mooooo..."
"Er...Do you by any chance know of the Flying Spaghetti Monster?"
"He whoooo is the Holiest and most Heavenly of all pasta? I wooooorship Hiiim." There came into the eyes of Cow what seemed like the most ardent of adoration.
"Huh?"
"Don't yoooouuuu know of His Nooooodliness?"
"Er..."
"I, personally, am part of His close group of followers," and here her voice rose into a crescendo of the greatest pride, "and have been touched by His Noooooodly Appendage more than once."
The boy decided not to mention that he had already been touched by the FSM's Noodly Appendages twice.
"Anywaaaaay, shall you jooin me in serving the noooooble cause of spreading Pastafarianism?"
"Er..."
"Weeeelll then, I shaaaal taaake thaat as an affffirmative. Let us set off into the greeat unknown, staaaart our greeeat joooourney, begin the odysseeeey. Mooooooo!"
And without even really knowing what had happened, the boy had just committed himself for life.



*In the next episode of The Boy, The Cow, and The FSM:
WHERE are Boy and Cow heading off to? WHAT of the FSM now? and WHAT does being a pirate mean?

Once upon a time there lived a boy.
He liked cows. Oh yes he did, and very very very much.
But it was sad, oh so very sad, that the cows didn't like him.
"MOOOOO!" they would cry, whenever he came close, and that was an equivalent to a
"I don't want to see your stupid face through all the cud I'm chewing."
And because of this the boy was oh so very sad indeed.
"MOo?" he would call back desperately, just to receive a smack in the face by the cow's tail.
One day he could stand it no longer.
He walked up to the cows, and roared, "WHERE'S MY COW???"
And now this really scared the cows nice and proper, and they tried to chase him away with a tentative "Moo?"
But he was determined, and bellowed, "THAT IS NOT MY COW!!!"
This time the cows scattered real quick, and left the boy standing, alone, on the field of grass.
Then suddenly, there was a flash of light from above, and from the heavens came the most heavenly and holy of all creatures, the Flying Spaghetti Monster.
"Oh, call me FSM for short," it said, waving a squishy noodly tentacle airily, before extending it to the boy.
"Er..." was his reply, and he reached out an shook. The tentacle broke off.
"Oh, don't bother don't bother," cried the FSM, noodly appendages still waving wildy and giant meatballs bouncing on its head, as the boy hastily bent down to retrieve the broken noodle, "happens all the time."
"Er..." was the boy's reply once more.
"I heard you calling me?" the FSM carried on blithely.
"Actually I was yelling 'that is not my cow...'" mumbled the boy.
"Ah ha! You must have heard the code from somewhere! It changes every week you know," two white round objects that seemed to be eyes expanded greatly. "Last week's was 'Flying is learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.'" The FSM nodded thoughtfully. "Oh yes, that one's deep, that one is. How do you think," and here it raised one tentacle, leaning over to the boy, as if whispering, and whispered, "I manage to do it right now?" And here it indicated its floating body that consisted no more of a conglomeration of squigly white strings, two giant meat balls, and a sprinkling of paramesan, which hovered serenely at least two feet off the ground.
"Er..." spluttered the boy.
"Yes, yes, my pirates have been doing their job, it seems. Yes! Long live Pastafarianism! I do believe...would be only decent to...well, pay them back of course, for helping me spread my message. Ah but enough of them," and here the two great pupils roved around in the whites of its eye, and rested upon the boy, "what of you m'boy! You shouted the code! I have answered your call. Evidently you want to become a pirate, no?"
"Er..."
"Well then, if that is the case, then welcome!"
The boy made a small non-committal sound.
"Ah, now now, there's no need to be scared." The FSM gave him a fatherly pat on the back with one of it noodly appendages, which promptly broke off again. "Ah, that always defeated me, that has," it sighed, looking down at its broken tentacle. "But nevermind that, m'boy. I am a busy man, or rather," and here it seemed to wink, "a busy pasta. There is time to idle and chat later. For now I must be gone to another place where my presence is needed. Another one has called me. Well, I really must be off now. But remember, code doesn't change till next Monday, and when it does it'll be 'Human beings, who are almost unique in having the ability to learn from the experience of others, are also remarkable for their apparent disinclination to do so.'! Personally I think Douglas Adams is one heck of a genius!" It waved his tentacles in goodbye, meat balls now jiggling madly in their white, squishy cage.
And in another flash of bright light, it was gone.



* In the next episode of The Boy, The Cow, and the FSM, WHY did the FSM meet the boy, HOW did the boy know the code, WHAT do pirates have to do with floating spaghetti, and WHY was the boy screaming, "THAT IS NOT MY COW!" ?

Btw I've reposted the Boy, the Cow and the FSM(both episodes) because they've been pushed nearly into oblivion.


Anyway, I have no comments on the voting thing. I'm not particularly excited about it, and do not think it is a particularly good idea, and I don't really have a clear idea on who I want to vote, and some of categories are plain stupid(but then that's 202 for you). But it's not a bad idea either, just to sum up the dumb and memorable things of 202 i guess. But other than that, not really interested.

Okay. Moving on.

About the class outing, I think we should just hold this session in class to settle the whole damn thing once and for all because at this rate it is never going to be confirmed. (the blog isn't exactly the most reliable medium for convying messages to the class) Just to a small voting session, see when ppl are free, where the majority want to go, then that's it. Settled. Done. And remember to inform Mr. Fadhir.

Yea, that's all. P.S isaac read my tags about the class song.

okay guys. sorry for clearing JQ's post right off the page, but 2 things.

Well, we've had a pretty nice discussion about our class. People are starting to post and tag their views, and, hey, the class blog's never been this alive!:D Brendan commented that the blog is so depresssing to read. Well, yeah, maybe, and because of(not in spite of, yes I'm so evil) of what he said, and the overwhelming response we're all getting here(I guess because I wrote the stuff on the whiteboard), I think posting more on this kind of stuff would be nice: the nature of our class, of friendship, ultimately of life. Plus it's sort of like philosiphical discussion, no? Sets you thinking. Like those comlumns you read in the straits times(I hope, though undoubtedly with a much more personal note).

So, Introducing The Everday Mask.
Okay, so maybe your first reaction may be: What the shit is that supposed to mean?
Take a minute or so to think. It's rhetorics. A metaphor.
Still stuck?
Yes, no, maybe?
Somewhat related to my recent post on the nature of friendship.
Well if you figured it out, then good.
Hypocrisy. Yes, that's what. The Everyday Mask. The thing we hide our faces with everyday(that part's pretty obvious), be it that sweet smile or friendly face. We're all hypocrites, down to the every last one. It's inherent in human nature, so, no, it can't be helped. Now tell me, seriously, how often do you feel like you act like your 'true self'(your mannerisms when you're with ppl close with you or on your own) in the presence of other ppl from 202. For me, to tell you honestly, very near nil. In fact I think nil wouldn't be much of an overstatement, possibly even the truth. It's the way we humans are, see. Different people interact differently. If I rub amber with fur, it would be different from rubbing amber with, say, wool. A myriad of personalities interacting with one another, and some personalities just really don't rub along(it's so punny! {see, funny, punny! Puns are so punny! :p}), so naturally both parties have to make a compromise, if not life on the face of this overpopulated Earth would already well be hell. So what's the compromise?
The mask. That fake shell wrapped around your face and concealing your true expressions. What is this so-called mask? It's the warping and bending of our 'true-selfs', our 'true personalities' so that we can fit along with each other. We all distort ourselves so that we don't upset other people, and so that we don't get upset, so in the end you got this chain reaction that sets off the development of millions of new, different personalities in a single person, depending of whose company that person is in. Let's say with A, who I don't particularly like, but have to put up with, I use personality A, in which I try to be friendly and tactful. With B, who I am close to and can trust, I use personality B, my 'true self'. With C, who I am on friendly terms with, and who I don't particularly dislike, I use personality C, trying to be fun and say funny stuff so that we can get along even though we may not have much in common. For me I'd say for the most of the time I wear mask C.
This I quote from Wikipedia "Hypocrisy may come from a desire to hide from others actual motives or feelings." And now, ask yourself this, is that not true? Are you constantly trying to hide something from others, because you know, perhaps rightfully, and perhaps not, that they don't understand you, and you don't want so many people knowing who you really are, because that makes you vulnerable? For me, the part about other people not understanding me, that's predominant. And then there is this one very queer, almost irrational reason: I don't want so many people to know who I am because it's irritating. I mean, I don't people nosing around with my stuff, or digging up my belongings in my room, so it's kind of like the same kind of feeling, a kind of possessive feeling. It's like "Don't try to analyze and examine me and try to figure out who I really am, because I don't like busy-bodies and I'd like some privacy to myself, thank you very much." How many of you actually sympathise with this, out of curiosity? Because, to be honest to myself, sometimes I think that's the way I feel. But as I have said, I am also anti-social, so perhaps it's just me.
Anyway, all this is just to get you thinking. Just to make you realise that we're hypocrites everyday, all of us, and to quote from Wikipedia "Hypocrisy is thus a kind of lie." So, in that light, we're all dirty liars. Yes, liars. Wow, sometimes words can make certain things sound so harsh.
So, maybe, just think about it. You don't have to tag or comment or post a reply. Just do some reflection maybe. Do you think all this applies to you? It damned well applies to me, just for you to know.
And, come on, it's like philosophy, so you're doing something intellectual! (kindof?)




OKAY NOW THIS IS WITH REGARDS TO CLASS OUTING.
ER....I CAN GO LA BUT I WANT PLAY MAHJONG! ACTUALLY NO NOT REALLY SOMEHOW DON'T FEEL LIKE PLAYING MUCH. BUT HALO SOUNDS FUN. SUDDENLY FEEL LIKE PLAYING HALO O.O CYCLING WOULD BE NICE TOO. BBQ WOULD BE GREAT, IF WE CAN ORGANIZE IT(SOMEHOW I THINK THAT WON'T BE EASY)BUT I'M NOT SURE OF THE DATE. AND ER, WHEN'S THE 31ST? IF IT'S SATURDAY I CAN'T GO MY DAY'S FULL EVERY SAT.OH AND YOU GUYS WANT TO GO BOWLING OR NOT? KALLANG LEISURE PARK, NEAR CG HOUSE, NEAR KALLANG STADIUM.

So likely things happening:
Cycle, then BBQ (won't we need an adult or something?)
Cycle then chenge's house

Btw, who says my hse? NO WII, CHENGE.


Oh JQ, do you still have the score, and instrumental for the class song?

And do you mind me editing it?




And finally, gymnastics was pretty fun. Pity.

Zak

Hey.. So I'm posting this in class and whatever man.

Lol sry about misunderstanding ur post.

It's just that even though this class is so broken up, it used to be so awesome, and I want the class to go back to the way it was without all that fighting.

And yeah, I don't get why some girls hate each other's guts. Or why they treat friends so differently from guys.

But whatever. I still want to 1v1 you, and I want my prisch friends back as a class. Haha. That used to be so fun. It'ld be like "wahlau". -smack- zzzz. -whack- and so on. So much simpler and so much more halo, like every class outings. Lmao.

Halo was never so awesome.

12 weeks left. Let's make the best of it.

No, isaac, in reply to your post, that's not 'like saying smth along the lines of oh we're all gonna die anyway. May as well now.'
I'm not saying let's all go jump down the building and start hating each other to shit.
I'm not saying throw our relationships down the toilet blow and flush.
OBVIOUSLY I'M SAYING LET'S JUST ALL SEVERE OUR TIES STRAIGHT AWAY AND SCREW THE TOILET BOWL BECAUSE IT TAKES TOO DAMN LONG TO FLUSH (yes, very obvious sarcasm, if you guys can't catch it)

What I'm saying is, accept it, because it's a natural death (unless, isaac, you thought I was being serious with that side note about euthanasia, because I thought it was pretty obviously meant to be a stupid funny joke), it's inevitable, and there's no point being sad about it, because things happen the way they happen. Yea, maybe if you try hard to keep the class together, maybe that little effort will help, but if the rest of the class doesn't try as hard, then it's pretty negligible. (And given our class spirit-meter, I say it isn't as easy as saying "COME BROTHERS! FIGHT AGAINST THIS ENEMY WE CALL DEATH! RISE AND FIGHT!" to get everyone trying)So no point being sad. Numbered days are numbered days. Death of relationship happens all the time. If not we'd all be (weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee) the best friends in the whole wide world, but that's not happening, so relationships end. Relationships have a lifespan, just as humans do, and the relationship can die just as a human can. Yes, you can mourn just as you mourn the passing of a loved one, but no point getting too worked up, because we're going separate ways at the end of the day. Sure, the days of 202 were fun. And we can try to cling to it till it at last falls apart, but that's all. So be sad as much as you like; I'm just advising not to be too sad. (Frankly I don't feel really sad at all but that's just anti-social me, no?)
Oh, and talking about primary school friends, making friends with girls is like waging a war in politics. You got one clique here and another clique there and both act so friendly and sick and sweet in front of one another it makes me sick, but they both hate each other to bits behind each other's back, and talk and gossip all friggn' day. That is girl friendship for you(in my prischl at least, as I see it) I want to stay neutral. I don't want to get torn between two cliques. It's dirty politics, in case you haven't realised. Alliances change. Take our class girls.
start of year: audrey and jean. Andy, pari and angela. Me still alone.
after a while: me, andy and jean, audrey with 203, pari and angela
then: andy, me plus jean, slightly, audrey either with pari and angela or 203
after that: me(slightly), andy, audrey, pari and angela, jean with 203
and then after that: me(on my own, neutral) angela, audrey, andy and pari(slightly), jean with 203.
WOW. All this changing friendships kinda make you want to vomit. No better in the prisch friends. True friends: I have never ever come by. This is how hard it is to make friends with girls. Dirty politics. That's what.
Which is why, my policy now, go with teh boys, or go with yourself. Fullstop. Happy.
True friends? when I find someone with many more things in common with me than the ppl in our class have now, then i'll be satisfied.
Until then?
I'm perfectly happy as a neutral party, thank you very much.

Oops sorry, EDIT!!!
31st, 5 pm. Wanna catch the sunset. Sunday not free.

And I also want to 1v1 JQ in halo, but I probably won't get he chance to.

Sept hols I wanna celebrate my bday!
Another class outing. With loud music, hopefully

So, 31st august, ECP, 5pm.

and JQ
that's like saying smth along the lines of oh we're all gonna die anyway. May as well now.

Yes, it is inevitable, but we want to keep it while we can. And not everyone sees friends like you do. I still keep in touch with my prisch friends.


Zak

Oops sorry, EDIT!!!
31st, 5 pm. Wanna catch the sunset. Sunday not free.

And I also want to 1v1 JQ in halo, but I probably won't get he chance to.

Sept hols I wanna celebrate my bday!
Another class outing. With loud music, hopefully

So, 31st august, ECP, 5pm.

and JQ
that's like saying smth along the lines of oh we're all gonna die anyway. May as well now.

Yes, it is inevitable, but we want to keep it while we can. And not everyone sees friends like you do. I still keep in touch with my prisch friends.


Zak

anyone seriously want class outing? (if u say no i pee on you)

erm..yea....change date to 31st...can????? :) 5 pm

moomoo...

btw...if you leave this message on your browser for 10 minutes, you'll find that you've downloaded a popcorn* virus! and its free :P (would i really do such a bad thing?)

by YOUR MOM,
waaaaaaangbuu xP
really.

In reply to isaac's post on how our class is falling apart, I can only say this: that may hardly be a bad thing, given that we're going to split up at the end of the year either way, so getting too attached isn't too good. I mean, it'd be great if everyone just got along happily ever after till the two years finished but that's really unlikely and seriously, we're just class; we're not all best friends to the end of the Universe who will confide in one another everytime something crops up(truth be told, all the friends I have are just 'play' friends, friends I have fun with like basketball and mahjong and the like, never anyone who I really trust{yea I don't trust you guys O.o, and you guys don't trust me either so let's just be frank to ourselves and admit that little sticky truth}, though I must admit I've always had a knack of not making any really good, 'true'(if such a thing even exists) friends. That said, let me get back to the point. We're just a class. Falling apart is inevitable. 20 years down the road we'll probably all forget about one another(dude I don't even keep in touch with my so-called primary school 'friends'{then again, I ask, could you really call them that?} and that's only after two years{one year actually, because I was already like that last year} so you hardly need to guess what will happen after twenty). Maybe you'll attribute all this to my being anti-social(this, I will admit, is quite true), but friendships inevitably die, so no use denying that we're not going to forget each other one day(maybe we'll have vague memories, but we won't really care anymore, will we?)
Fall apart 202. It's a class dying a natural death. Let it wither up and fade away by itself(or perhaps I should administer euthanasia?)Anyway, death and decay is death and decay, nothing you can do will stop it(unless you can find a way to reverse entropy{which is in defiance to the second law of thermodynamics, so don't try}). Die. Die and wither and rot and lay the seeds for a new begining, sow the soil with nutrients for new growth, for is that not the purpose of all things alive and living, to keep the great wheel of life turning, and turning, forever and forever on?


NOW ON A MORE STUPID NOTE:
IF WE GOING CLASS GATHERING MUST PLAY MAHJONG AT CHEN GE'S HOUSE THEN HE CAN COOK SICHUAN DISHES FOR US(PPL WITH SENSITIVE STOMACH BEWARE, YOU EAT YOU CAN GET LAOSAI). GO ECP FIRST THEN HIS HOUSE QUITE NEAR ALSO IF WANT CAN ALSO GO BOWLING AT KALLANG LEISURE PARK LIKE BEFORE(DON'T GO MY HOUSE AGIAN I ALREADY HOST 3 FRIGGIN' TIMES). THEN CAN GO SCREW UP CHEN GE'S HOUSE AND SUCK ALL HIS MONEY AWAY MUAHAHAHAHAHA FOOOOHOHOHHOHOHOOOO.
OKAY THAT WAS COMPLETELY STUPID BUT I MEANT WHAT I SAID.
SEE WHEN THE DATE LA.
DUNNO WHETHER I'M FREE ON THIRTIIETH. GO ON SEPT HOLIDAY BETTER.
(Please note the drastic difference in language skills between the first and second section. Trust me I didn't write the second. The fact that they are in the same post is MEANT TO FOOL YOU ALL. IT WAS TEH WORKINGS OF JUNFU THE PAEDOPHILE. ALL BEWARE.

Okay, on august 30th, around 2pm. East coast park. Bring or rent your bike, cos they're bloody hard to mount. Nvm. Who wants to go?

Sms me, or tag my blog, this blog, email or msn. Pretty much just tell me, somehow.


If you can't make it on this day please also suggest other timings. I really want another class outing, like, as a CLASS.

Oh and I dontwannagoiceskatingsorry. Last time I skated I kinda injured meself. Yup.

Neither do I want to go audreys hse. That'ld be just weird.



Zak
Sorry for pushing down his noodliness.

Class outing.
Cycling.
Time I haven't asked my mum if can but probably around the sept hols. My bday as well =]
East coast park.
Whose interested?

Sms/tag pls

Zak

Some pictures from Engrish.com
The above picture is from Malaysia

Hey, anyone wants a class outing? Go cycling. Just asking, I haven't asked my parents yet

If enough ppl want (3 or more) then I'll start arrangements

Anything msn or SMS me. Burning sms's like freak man. Sent like 60 today


Zak

In the previous episode...
The boy, in a fit of rage, chases the cows off their pastures. At the utterance of his angry words, the holy FSM appears and talks to boy about inducting him into the group of Pastafarianism advocates known as 'pirates'. The boy does not make any decision just yet, and the FSM is off before the boy can reply.
What will happen next?


THE BOY, THE COW, AND THE FSM, EPISODE 2

The boy blinked at the dazzling white that faded only a few seconds after the FSM's departure. He stood for a moment, swaying slightly on the spot, completely stunned by what had just happened. Slowly his mental faculties arose from their stupor, and, still staring incredulously at the place where the FSM had disappeared into thin air, he started to think about the conversation he had had with that eccentric pasta.
It totally beat him. It was the strangest dialogue he had ever had. In fact it could hardly be considered a dialogue; all he had contributed were a few tentative 'Er's as the FSM enthused about...about...pirates and flying and cows and Douglas Adams(who he was the boy could not say).
Slowly he sat down. Beneath the soft grass brushed against his legs. He sat there and wondered. Who(or rather, what) on earth was the Flying Spaghetti Monster really? It had appeared all so suddenly and had gone the same way. It hadn't even bothered to explain why it was there, what it was, and what the hell was Pastafarianism. A feeling of absolute bewilderment rose within him. Now he wasn't even sure if he had seen a floating pasta or not. It had seemed so surreal, so dream-like, so... indescribably stupid.Perhaps it was a dream after all...?
"Truuuuust me, it wasn't a dreeeeeam."
The boy started. The voice had spoken in a long, lazy drawl, almost...almost...cow-like.
"The FSM iiiiis reeeeeal alllllright. As reeeeal as yoooooooouuuuuu and meeeeeeoooooo...." The voice could not be more than a metre away.
The boy turned.
There, before him, the pink, wet muzzle of some grazing mammal blocked out the entire scope of his vision.
"Heloooooooooooooooooo...." went the animal in that drawn-out voice.
"Er..."
"I am, as yoooouuuuu haaaaave prooobaaablly reeeealised byyyyyy nooooooow, a cooooow. Moooooo....." the creature spoke again.
"Er..." Then, thinking that he was required to say something cooler than that, the boy added, "A talking cow?"
"Yeeeeees, a taaalking cooooow. Mooooo...." the cow replied.
So dazed was he by the events that had already transpired, he hardly felt surprised now, and he was not as wary as he should have been normally. He offered, "Shall we make an acquaintence? What's your name?"
"I Am Coooow. Moooo...." Cow answered lazily, then asked, "Whaaaat abbooout yooooouuurs?"
"Me? Well, er..." Here the boy started to think really quick, because it would embarrassing to admit that he had never had a name, and had never found a need for one. He had a sudden brainwave. "I Am Boy."
"Weeeellll, Booooooooy, nice to meeeeeet yoooouuuuu...." drawled Cow.
"S...same here." He forced a smile.
"I'm a giiiiirl, byyy the waaaaay..."
"Ex...excuse me?"
"I'm a girl, not a bull. All coooooows haaaaave deeeeeeep vooooices..."
"Er..." was all the boy could reply, for he found this all rather disconcerting.
"Anwaaaay, yooouuuu were shooouuuting juuuust noooow. 'Where's my coooow?'. That booook is very popular amooooong us cooooows. Moooo......"
"Er...yes...I knew that, that's why I was reading it aloud," said the boy hurriedly.
"Ohhhhh, but yoooouuuur reeeeading was terrible. It was hoooooollering. Noooo, noooo, we coooows dooon't like it like thaaaat. MOoooo.... It scared us allllll awaaaay...." Cow said.
"Oh...really? I hadn't realised...." the boy replied sheepishly.
"Yooouuuu should buuuuy the reeeeeal boooook. It haaas alllll the correct pronuuuuunciations of animaaaaal sounds, especially oooour mooooooooooo....." the cow threw back her head and dragged her moo for more than ten seconds(this impressed the boy very much). Then she said, "Did yoooouuuu know that it was actually baaaased of the boooook 'Thud!' by Terry Prachett?"
"Er..."
"Yoooouuu seeeem to beeeee a Booooy of feeew words."
"Er..."
"Wellll, yooouuu seeeem to haaave very little to dooooo in yooour life. Hooooow aboout joining me?"
"Excuse me?"
"Jooooooining me. Moooo...."
"Er..."
"To be a pirate."
"What?" At this the conversation with the FSM was thrust suddenly into his mind.
"A pirate. Cooooows can beee piraaates tooooo yooouuuu knoooow."
"P...pirate?"
"Yeeees. Doooon't think only huuumans can be pirates. I'm a pirate tooooo. Mooooo..."
"Er...Do you by any chance know of the Flying Spaghetti Monster?"
"He whoooo is the Holiest and most Heavenly of all pasta? I wooooorship Hiiim." There came into the eyes of Cow what seemed like the most ardent of adoration.
"Huh?"
"Don't yoooouuuu know of His Nooooodliness?"
"Er..."
"I, personally, am part of His close group of followers," and here her voice rose into a crescendo of the greatest pride, "and have been touched by His Noooooodly Appendage more than once."
The boy decided not to mention that he had already been touched by the FSM's Noodly Appendages twice.
"Anywaaaaay, shall you jooin me in serving the noooooble cause of spreading Pastafarianism?"
"Er..."
"Weeeelll then, I shaaaal taaake thaat as an affffirmative. Let us set off into the greeat unknown, staaaart our greeeat joooourney, begin the odysseeeey. Mooooooo!"
And without even really knowing what had happened, the boy had just committed himself for life.



*In the next episode of The Boy, The Cow, and The FSM:
WHERE are Boy and Cow heading off to? WHAT of the FSM now? and WHAT does being a pirate mean?

our class is falling apart.

Hi, I have come across this picture in the internet about the Flying Spaghetti Monster










There's a hidden meaning behind it which will not be discussed in this entry
-BH

The following is a list of the memes in our class which I can think of
(Not in any order)
1. Sunshine
2. Teacher, do you like sunshine?
3. Cows
4. Pants
5. You got no balls
6. How's Life
7. Happy Birthday
8. Your Mom
9. Tou fu
10. KOH
11. PTO
12. Jiang From the Sky
13. Your Mom Loves You
14. Bananas
15. Pants On Fire
16. Wang
17. Peinus
18. Come
19. Junfu Junfu Ni de peng you zai jiao ni a..
20. Zhao Huo Lah x2
21. You got the whole world in your pants
22. Hi!
23. Chaophya
24. zzz
25. Epic fail
26. Fail
27. Pukki
28. chi chi chi chi wo pai. boin boin.
29. tsu o tsu
30. 25 bottles of beer on the wall....

Once upon a time there lived a boy.
He liked cows. Oh yes he did, and very very very much.
But it was sad, oh so very sad, that the cows didn't like him.
"MOOOOO!" they would cry, whenever he came close, and that was an equivalent to a
"I don't want to see your stupid face through all the cud I'm chewing."
And because of this the boy was oh so very sad indeed.
"MOo?" he would call back desperately, just to receive a smack in the face by the cow's tail.
One day he could stand it no longer.
He walked up to the cows, and roared, "WHERE'S MY COW???"
And now this really scared the cows nice and proper, and they tried to chase him away with a tentative "Moo?"
But he was determined, and bellowed, "THAT IS NOT MY COW!!!"
This time the cows scattered real quick, and left the boy standing, alone, on the field of grass.
Then suddenly, there was a flash of light from above, and from the heavens came the most heavenly and holy of all creatures, the Flying Spaghetti Monster.
"Oh, call me FSM for short," it said, waving a squishy noodly tentacle airily, before extending it to the boy.
"Er..." was his reply, and he reached out an shook. The tentacle broke off.
"Oh, don't bother don't bother," cried the FSM, noodly appendages still waving wildy and giant meatballs bouncing on its head, as the boy hastily bent down to retrieve the broken noodle, "happens all the time."
"Er..." was the boy's reply once more.
"I heard you calling me?" the FSM carried on blithely.
"Actually I was yelling 'that is not my cow...'" mumbled the boy.
"Ah ha! You must have heard the code from somewhere! It changes every week you know," two white round objects that seemed to be eyes expanded greatly. "Last week's was 'Flying is learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.'" The FSM nodded thoughtfully. "Oh yes, that one's deep, that one is. How do you think," and here it raised one tentacle, leaning over to the boy, as if whispering, and whispered, "I manage to do it right now?" And here it indicated its floating body that consisted no more of a conglomeration of squigly white strings, two giant meat balls, and a sprinkling of paramesan, which hovered serenely at least two feet off the ground.
"Er..." spluttered the boy.
"Yes, yes, my pirates have been doing their job, it seems. Yes! Long live Pastafarianism! I do believe...would be only decent to...well, pay them back of course, for helping me spread my message. Ah but enough of them," and here the two great pupils roved around in the whites of its eye, and rested upon the boy, "what of you m'boy! You shouted the code! I have answered your call. Evidently you want to become a pirate, no?"
"Er..."
"Well then, if that is the case, then welcome!"
The boy made a small non-committal sound.
"Ah, now now, there's no need to be scared." The FSM gave him a fatherly pat on the back with one of it noodly appendages, which promptly broke off again. "Ah, that always defeated me, that has," it sighed, looking down at its broken tentacle. "But nevermind that, m'boy. I am a busy man, or rather," and here it seemed to wink, "a busy pasta. There is time to idle and chat later. For now I must be gone to another place where my presence is needed. Another one has called me. Well, I really must be off now. But remember, code doesn't change till next Monday, and when it does it'll be 'Human beings, who are almost unique in having the ability to learn from the experience of others, are also remarkable for their apparent disinclination to do so.'! Personally I think Douglas Adams is one heck of a genius!" It waved his tentacles in goodbye, meat balls now jiggling madly in their white, squishy cage.
And in another flash of bright light, it was gone.



* In the next episode of The Boy, The Cow, and the FSM, WHY did the FSM meet the boy, HOW did the boy know the code, WHAT do pirates have to do with floating spaghetti, and WHY was the boy screaming, "THAT IS NOT MY COW!" ?