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Niyazov</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184882919415190008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-7467300683937642286</id><published>2011-10-27T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T17:19:10.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whee.&lt;div&gt;I miss 02.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-sigh-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;smile, everyoneeeee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-7467300683937642286?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/7467300683937642286/comments/default' title='Post 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type='text'>VOTE PLS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="qp_main45234" style="border:1px solid black;margin:10px;padding:10px;padding-bottom:12px;background-color:white;background-image:URL(http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k286/pulselayouts/volcom_bg.jpg);background-position:center center;background-repeat:repeat"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;font-weight:bold;background-color:rgb(183,1,60);color:white;width:100%;filter:alpha(opacity:80);-moz-opacity:0.8;opacity:0.8;-khtml-opacity:0.8;margin-bottom:20px"&gt;&lt;div style="padding:10px"&gt;What would you like to do for the up coming 202 class outing on 26th May afternoon?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form id="qp_form45234" action="http://poll.learnmyself.com/results45234x3d8F49B0" method="post" target="_blank" style="padding:0px;margin-top:10px"&gt;&lt;div style="width:100%"&gt;&lt;div style="display:block;font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;color:black;padding-top:5px;padding-bottom:5px;clear:both;width:100%;background-color:rgb(226,228,111);filter:alpha(opacity:90);-moz-opacity:0.9;opacity:0.9;-khtml-opacity:0.9"&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;padding-left:30px"&gt;&lt;input style="float:left;width:25px;margin-left:-25px;margin-top:-1px;padding:0px;height:18px" name="qp_v45234" type="checkbox" value="1"&gt;Go to Kallang Leisure to Bowl/Ice Skate/Arcade ($20)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display:block;font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;color:black;padding-top:5px;padding-bottom:5px;clear:both;width:100%;background-color:rgb(226,228,111);filter:alpha(opacity:90);-moz-opacity:0.9;opacity:0.9;-khtml-opacity:0.9"&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;padding-left:30px"&gt;&lt;input style="float:left;width:25px;margin-left:-25px;margin-top:-1px;padding:0px;height:18px" name="qp_v45234" type="checkbox" value="2"&gt;Go Wild Wild Wet ($15.80)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display:block;font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;color:black;padding-top:5px;padding-bottom:5px;clear:both;width:100%;background-color:rgb(226,228,111);filter:alpha(opacity:90);-moz-opacity:0.9;opacity:0.9;-khtml-opacity:0.9"&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;padding-left:30px"&gt;&lt;input style="float:left;width:25px;margin-left:-25px;margin-top:-1px;padding:0px;height:18px" name="qp_v45234" type="checkbox" value="3"&gt;Go Escape Theme Park ($17.70)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top:10px;clear:both"&gt;&lt;input name="qp_b45234" style="width:80px;margin-right:5px" type="submit" value="Vote"&gt;&lt;input name="qp_b45234" style="width:80px;margin-right:5px" type="submit" value="Results"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-image:url(http://imgs.learnmyself.com/p45234x3d8F49B0_329_0.gif);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a id="qp_a45234" style="float:right;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;color:red;font-weight:bold;text-decoration:none;margin-top:-2px;margin-right:-5px" href="http://www.zuuga.com" target="_blank"&gt;myspace layouts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-8028053859858839757?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/8028053859858839757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=8028053859858839757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/8028053859858839757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/8028053859858839757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2010/05/vote-pls.html' title='VOTE PLS'/><author><name>Chen Ge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18335624718551322737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-434535628134790661</id><published>2010-05-20T17:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T10:29:08.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An update after a long time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" id="idOWAReplyText77430"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Dear Class,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I am planning a class outing on next Wed 26 May as a replacement for the outing that was cancelled on marking days (and to celebrate angela 23rd , my 21st and andreea's 26th birthdays). We plan it to be on Wed because it is easier to gather since we are visiting the discovery centre and coming back to school. Please bring a set of home clothes along. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;1st option: (South) Go to mount faber safra and play a bowling game and go in to sentosa to play volleyball/swimming by the beach. (Less than $10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;2nd option: (East) Go to kallang leisure park and play a bowling game and go to wild wild wet/escape theme park. (Around $20)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;3rd option: (West) Go to west coast park to play. (Can do a lot of things, around $5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please vote for one of the option or suggest other options in the Cbox.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" id="idSignature67940"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Chen Ge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-434535628134790661?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/434535628134790661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=434535628134790661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/434535628134790661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/434535628134790661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2010/05/update-after-long-time.html' title='An update after a long time'/><author><name>Saparmurat Niyazov</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184882919415190008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-6657933569053901880</id><published>2010-04-24T14:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T14:17:59.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>but life must go on.</title><content type='html'>It's been 2 weeks now, Pari.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny how we still seem so cheerful on the outside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but on the inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some of are still shaken to the bone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You've really left a big impression on us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next time we perform Gara Gara Go, i'll try get Felicia to do a Jabbwockeez pose at the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(the Jabbawockeez are famous for pointing at empty space at the end of some of their dances as a tribute to one of their dancers)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take care, and like you mentioned, don't wear short shirts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And keep dancing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-isaac&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-6657933569053901880?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/6657933569053901880/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-1794342220580777377</id><published>2010-04-10T07:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T07:30:44.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pari;</title><content type='html'>WE MISS YOU PARI. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME BACK SOON, OKAY? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAKE CARE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRINK MORE MILK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANCE TILL YOU DROP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we'll never forget your cheer, your life, your hair swinging everywhere, your crazy eyes, your tiny shoes, your height, your craziness, your randomness, your dancing, your part in being a 202-er, your part in being a 308-er, your pleats nearly killing everybody when you turned around too fast, the jokes about burning hair in the chem lab, the craziness we had with you, the times we should've been down but your presence alone already made us feel happier, your really cute netbook we'd rush our English essays on in year 2, the times we'd just sit and talk with you, your habit of bringing food to school which then gets stolen by Andy and Audrey, because you're that unique. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE MISS YOU PARI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAKE CARE IN INDIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND MAKE SURE YOU KEEP THAT SMILE ON YOUR FACE OR WE'LL SUPERGLUE IT WHEN YOU COME BACK!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-1794342220580777377?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/1794342220580777377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=1794342220580777377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/1794342220580777377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/1794342220580777377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2010/04/pari.html' title='Pari;'/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-4145292983806935168</id><published>2010-04-01T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T23:38:19.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9th April</title><content type='html'>HELLO 202!&lt;br /&gt;(please dont push down this post! this post is important!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you guys should know by now, Pari is going back to India :(&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, being the awesomest classmates and friends, we are going to send her off at the airport. She will be leaving on 9th April, which is also Speech Day.&lt;br /&gt;The venue and time to meet (so far): Changi MRT @ 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;Since school that day ends at 11am, you guys should be able to make it then. And for those who want to go out from 11am-4pm, please tag or sms me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please try to make it as it would probably be the last time we will be seeing Pari and let's make our last day together memorable(: Spread the word to your classmates who were from 202! Enquiries sms me please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andreea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-4145292983806935168?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/4145292983806935168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=4145292983806935168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/4145292983806935168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/4145292983806935168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2010/04/9th-april.html' title='9th April'/><author><name>Andreea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-7669723164367728422</id><published>2010-02-21T18:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T18:16:39.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k-eQR0FVHpo</title><content type='html'>GUYS. (and girls, don't worry, i haven't forgotten you.)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TALENT SEARCH 2010 IS COMING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHO WANTS TO JOIN?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;honestly, you don't need to be good at anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About ten of us (still a initial count, it's gonna be much higher) are gonna go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just for the fun of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, who wants?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're planning to do this song http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k-eQR0FVHpo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-7669723164367728422?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/7669723164367728422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=7669723164367728422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/7669723164367728422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/7669723164367728422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2010/02/httpwwwyoutubecomwatchvk-eqr0fvhpo.html' title='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k-eQR0FVHpo'/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-669873871117634942</id><published>2010-02-20T16:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T16:39:55.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm sitting here, it's 202 day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;awfully boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm sorry to say this, but there's one thing i always hated about 202, and that it can never cooperate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haiz, whatever, i'll always live the insanity i had with you guys. 309 can never ever, ever replace that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i used to be AWAKE in class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now i'm in a semi-comatose state half the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~zak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-669873871117634942?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/669873871117634942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=669873871117634942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/669873871117634942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/669873871117634942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-sitting-here-its-202-day.html' title=''/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-1895096147783617820</id><published>2010-01-22T21:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T21:56:31.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY PEOPLE WHAT'S UP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, dance is actually suprisingly fun. REALLY. No kidding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was wondering who's up for a class outing? Maybe on, say, after school on Tuesday or something? Let's set the date on... The next next Tuesday. The first Tuesday in febuary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can go catch a movie, sit around, talk, (perhaps) raid my house, or just have fun. Maybe someone could bring a ball, or we can go bowling, or maybe even... Say... Cycling? Or maybe we can organize a mass class BBQ sometime later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, a class outing again as m09202 would be fun, wouldn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What say you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-1895096147783617820?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/1895096147783617820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=1895096147783617820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/1895096147783617820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/1895096147783617820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2010/01/hey-people-whats-up-ceiling.html' title=''/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-4924913205624632356</id><published>2010-01-07T22:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T19:33:12.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Montage CDs</title><content type='html'>Dear Class,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;This is an update about the Distribution of the CDs burnt with the class photo montage. It is also a checklist for myself and you guys.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Altogether, except for myself, I need to burn 27 CDs for everyone. Please ignore previous posts about me not having enough CDs; I have already have enough for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People who have already received their CDs (21):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zheyu, Joshua, Jun Qi, Isaac, Audrey, Jean, Kuo Xuan, Abdur, Andreea, Mr Fadhir, Andrew, Aristotle, Jun Fu, Brendan, Wei Shuen, Justin, Arif, Angela, Ms Ng, Mrs Oon, Wang Bo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People whose CDs are with me and have not collected them (5):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khairul, Faiz, Pari, Kelvin, Nicholas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People whom I have not burnt the CD for (1):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your the new term people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Chen Ge&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-4924913205624632356?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/4924913205624632356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=4924913205624632356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/4924913205624632356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/4924913205624632356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/11/montage-cds.html' title='Montage CDs'/><author><name>Chen Ge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18335624718551322737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-3667716906594732862</id><published>2010-01-03T16:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T16:39:04.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My will.</title><content type='html'>Dear everyone, considering my classmates next year, my survival rate is probably lower than 5%. After all, there's kx in there, and he's been spending time under the therapy sessions of Andrew, there's Wangbo there, there's Weishuen there, there's Chen Yue there, there's Teck Chye there, there's Edith there (who i am somewhat scared of like Andrew's reaction to JQ), Nikki, who i know as a saddistic... (i think this term's wrong) GIRL, and what i believe is around 9 new students, one of which might be contesting for the Faiz's place in terms of weight (my ex-classmate from hwachong successfully transfered to NUSH) and i could continue, but i believe that list is sufficient. Therefore, if i die in the next two years (likely going ot be the first.) due to mental insanity, suicide, high blood pressure, or chanyue murdering me, i would like: Brendan, firstly, to have my savings, so that he can plant a few hundred-odd dollars worth of high explosive under the chair of whoever it is who got me killed. Next, Andrew to have my magnesium, 'cos after all, what could he possibly do with it? Then, Jean to have my hoodies so she can finally stop f*cking borrowing them from me. Kelvin will get my acoustic guitar, Joshua, the cheaper of my two electric guitars, Arif, my classical, Andrew, my amplifier (cos, once again, what could he do with it?), Cyrus, my other electric, so that he'll finally SHUT UP about them, Nick (no, not you, i'm referring to my exclassmate.) to have my iPod, KX to have my handphone so that he can spam ppl even more, JQ to have my rubiks cubes (what's the proper plural? LOL.) Zheyu, to have my pillow, Kelvin to have my laptop. There, that's about it. Oh, and my guitar capo's are to be shared with the ppl who get my guitars. Joshua doesn't get one, cos he already has one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Joedi to look after my imaginary friends for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;Isaac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Note, some points have been exaggerated for fun. This is not my legal will.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-3667716906594732862?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/3667716906594732862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=3667716906594732862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/3667716906594732862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/3667716906594732862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-will.html' title='My will.'/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-7010638995017410466</id><published>2009-12-23T18:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T19:27:20.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY I GOT THE 202nd POST :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m09202 rock on forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-andreea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-7010638995017410466?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/7010638995017410466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=7010638995017410466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/7010638995017410466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/7010638995017410466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/12/yay-i-got-202nd-post-d-m09202-rock-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Andreea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-3268132489806565045</id><published>2009-12-23T18:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T18:59:41.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrNZx4LMagA/SzH22tyjgnI/AAAAAAAAB94/6n5CdqkX1jE/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrNZx4LMagA/SzH22tyjgnI/AAAAAAAAB94/6n5CdqkX1jE/s320/Image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418383246568424050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay this is super random.&lt;br /&gt;but guess who she is? :)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE IS MR SUN XQ'S DAUGHTER!&lt;br /&gt;hahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;her name's colette :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- andreea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-3268132489806565045?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/3268132489806565045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=3268132489806565045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/3268132489806565045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/3268132489806565045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/12/okay-this-is-super-random.html' title=''/><author><name>Andreea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrNZx4LMagA/SzH22tyjgnI/AAAAAAAAB94/6n5CdqkX1jE/s72-c/Image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-8956699684493949945</id><published>2009-12-18T15:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T20:49:08.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010's scary.</title><content type='html'>i'm not too sure but from MJ's list and other friends, this is all the info i have. have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;humanities.. i'm not too sure about them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;301 (history)- jonang yangyi ivy waiyin shankari wanqi cheryl amelia pradeep felecia cash junhui mitra claudia aikwee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;302 (history)- jean roy sidik shree brendan weizhang muruges william nicholas clarence punitha jiawei jiajun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;303 (music)- yaorui daohan jazlene nicole angpengseng simin ansel joshchew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;304 (geog)- jiahong candice ianfoo winnie angela aris gabwong clarice zhien pinlin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;305 (geog)- yawen daryl jookee joshsia zhenjie weiqi meizhen zhiyao samantha glenn zhengwei bryanwong khairul cheeseng leyi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;306 (art and music)- yongjen fiona arif ianyeo yufong aisyah faiz andrew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;307 (history)- mj rania weihao leon tham junfu jeren adriantan andreea byorn jontan yexuan bradley hongjing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;308 (geog)- jihyun(204) deb shini justin chnge yixuan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;309 (lit and art)- isaac weishuan ruth nikki kuoxuan teckchye edith chenyue xinai russell jimmy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and anyone up for a mini-class outing? idk, just go eat ice cream, talk, maybe monkey around like idiots?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-zak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-8956699684493949945?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/8956699684493949945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=8956699684493949945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/8956699684493949945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/8956699684493949945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-not-too-sure-but-from-mjs-list-and.html' title='2010&apos;s scary.'/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-5583851411571243694</id><published>2009-12-17T19:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T19:54:28.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol our year 3 class is out!&lt;br /&gt;go espace &gt; personal &gt; personal details :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-andreea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-5583851411571243694?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/5583851411571243694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=5583851411571243694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/5583851411571243694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/5583851411571243694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/12/lol-our-year-3-class-is-out-go-espace.html' title=''/><author><name>Andreea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-7909244833356174270</id><published>2009-12-13T21:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T21:47:17.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello again!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er, the outing at my house will be cancelled cos not many people can come ):&lt;br /&gt;ah well nvm, see you guys next year xDD&lt;br /&gt;and i wonder what will happen to this blog after this year ends? o.o haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andy:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-7909244833356174270?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/7909244833356174270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=7909244833356174270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/7909244833356174270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/7909244833356174270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/12/hello-again-er-outing-at-my-house-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Andreea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-7394232229760552601</id><published>2009-11-25T21:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T22:15:49.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shingz.</title><content type='html'>so... class outing was awesome for me. left hose at 9am, came back at 10. pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice skating could have been more fun, though. if only they let us use the bars. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bowling! =D&lt;br /&gt;i won't brag.&lt;br /&gt;-innocent smile-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boomz-ed the whole time. i think i'm getting kinda addicted to going boomz boomz boomz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was fun, and well... i'm just happy.&lt;br /&gt;(JQ YOUE STILL OWE ME A MATCH IN HALO.)&lt;br /&gt;(though i'm pretty sure you'll win.)&lt;br /&gt;(oh, and you want my pokemon cards? i've got a deck but long forgot how to play them.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boomz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-7394232229760552601?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/7394232229760552601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=7394232229760552601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/7394232229760552601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/7394232229760552601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/11/so.html' title='shingz.'/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-3674540648114864513</id><published>2009-11-23T20:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T21:12:28.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to add on to CG's post, the ring is not damn cold. Its actually okay if you don't bring jacket :D but please bring gloves! and when I went there last time, the fee was $16-17, fyi.&lt;br /&gt;Yep, ok. See you guys tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-andreea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;this is CG, sry i had to add to andy's post coz i dont wan my details post to be pushed down too much. The place might be cold to some individuals, yes for tat, i exaggerated a bit. myself did not nid to use a jacket but i'm sure some others will. i'm a very economical person and i will try to minimise every1's budget. I've brought some extra gloves as I predict tat some of u dont hav gloves and i dun wan u guys go buy their lousy glove for $1.50. it'll be cheaper than wat andy said, provided u hav ur student EZlink card, ur own socks and gloves. It'll be around $14 for tat case. trust me =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the reason we are going there so early as some of u might ask, is tat im afraid ppl wan to play bowling first and bowling at Kallang Leisure becomes very expensive in the afternoon. So if we'r bowling, we'll do it b4 12 noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, as Mr Fadhir will be busy in the moring (he'll be done at 1030), he can only meet us later, when we'r in the midst of some activity. regarding wat activities should be done first, we'll decide together tmr. Also, i'm passing u guys the CD tmr. We should end in Kallang Leisure at ard 2pm and be in jq's house b4 3pm (for those who are going).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PS: u either bring phone or u be damn punctual coz if u are not, and u dun hav a phone, it will be very difficult for me. see all of u guys punctually at 10am at EW10 Kallang. TYVM! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And i really hav to say thank you to JQ who is hosting us for the 4th time in the 2 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-3674540648114864513?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/3674540648114864513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=3674540648114864513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/3674540648114864513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/3674540648114864513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Andreea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-2482696665208617682</id><published>2009-11-23T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T17:12:11.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Push this down by 1 post</title><content type='html'>Hi. I had literally lost contact with the world for the past two days coz I was on this 40hours train journey from GuangZhou to ChengDu. Those of you who throught that I did not reply to the class outing thingy have not read my tag. I had said that I could not go if it's after 21/11/09. &lt;br /&gt;I'm really pissed off with the ccp and all the great firewall sh*t. If you happen to be China now and wants to use Blogspot, go to http://web.sunsen.net/. The only disadvangtage is that it bounces an Asianfriendsfinder advert everytime you go to a website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-2482696665208617682?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/2482696665208617682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=2482696665208617682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/2482696665208617682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/2482696665208617682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/11/push-this-down-by-1-post.html' title='Push this down by 1 post'/><author><name>Saparmurat Niyazov</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184882919415190008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-6605289823674494247</id><published>2009-11-23T14:50:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T21:01:59.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE OUTING (Finalised) and some miscellaneous</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear class,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I hope that you all can now view the montage from the blog. I've uploaded it onto the previous post I made. Though, the quality is compromised due to limited capacity for upload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. However, I've found enough CD and I will burn a copy of the montage of the best quality for everyone. This copy of the montage inside the CD is around 120MB. I will pass them to you people the next time i see you. (I do not have CD cases or paper holders, I can only pass you the piece of disc itself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The number of people going for the outing is finalised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;People who cannot attend (9):&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khairul, Faiz, Pari, Kelvin, Wang Bo (Overseas)&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas, Justin (Tuition)&lt;br /&gt;Arif (Family outing) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Angela (Dental Appointment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;People who can attend (16):&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aristotle, Chen Ge, Andreea, Jean, Wei Shuen, Jun Fu, Kuo Xuan, Isaac, Brendan, Abdur, Andrew, Zheyu, Joshua, Audrey, Jun Qi (I'll be playing mahjong only), Mr Fadhir (I'll try my best to find time to attend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;People who did not reply (1):&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. Now, the details are as follows (based on the final result of the poll): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;All to meet at &lt;strong&gt;Kallang MRT station at 10.00am&lt;/strong&gt;. We'll take &lt;strong&gt;BUS 11&lt;/strong&gt; to Kallang Leisure Park.&lt;br /&gt;Prepare sufficient amount in your EZlink and bring a pair of gloves for the ice skate, if not you'll have to buy a pair at $1.50. Keep in contact by bringing your handphone along (PLS!!) For those going for ice skate bring a coat as it is damn cold inside. Bring around $25 for budget and if your stomach is as big as WS's bring more. Due to the recent bad weather, an umbrella is encouraged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Activities cancelled:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Paintball, Karaoke (Too expensive and is inconvenient in certain ways)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For those who are going to JQ's house, you can play wii, xbox, table tennis, or mahjong (oops, i'm speaking for her). But please do not mess up her place and have everything back orderly after use. JQ isn't helping us to set up so many things if not she'll be hell busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OK, so, ice skate, arcade, bowling and movie. we'll have to choose 2 out of this. I'm not finalising this part yet as this can be further confirmed tomorrow. (People may change their minds according to situations) Anyway, the bowling centre, the arcade, the cinema and ice skate are all available at Kallang Leisure. There is no harm that we decide tomorrow after meet up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That is all, see all of you guys tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PS: you can still click on the Results Button inside the poll to look at the newest results. Thanks to all the 109 votes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-6605289823674494247?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/6605289823674494247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=6605289823674494247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/6605289823674494247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/6605289823674494247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/11/outing-finalised-and-some-miscellaneous.html' title='THE OUTING (Finalised) and some miscellaneous'/><author><name>Chen Ge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18335624718551322737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-7482729497855041042</id><published>2009-11-21T19:22:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T20:23:06.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Montage (Compressed Version)</title><content type='html'>This is a compressed version of the montage required for uploading. For those who need the montage in the best quality, I will give you a CD that contains a wmv file that is around 20MB larger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="516" height="400" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-114f4e37a1be08ea" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D114f4e37a1be08ea%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331305422%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D43C8252863D8E7B6DE975BFD307AD8C7F9056CBC.4DF54018BACF1A504DE4E8B4688C7F7D60F453F7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D114f4e37a1be08ea%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrddsjZ20KDUq9Mhsp2kbrdu1HME&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="516" height="400" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D114f4e37a1be08ea%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331305422%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D43C8252863D8E7B6DE975BFD307AD8C7F9056CBC.4DF54018BACF1A504DE4E8B4688C7F7D60F453F7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D114f4e37a1be08ea%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrddsjZ20KDUq9Mhsp2kbrdu1HME&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-7482729497855041042?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/7482729497855041042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=7482729497855041042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/7482729497855041042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/7482729497855041042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/11/montage-compressed-version.html' title='Montage (Compressed Version)'/><author><name>Chen Ge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18335624718551322737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-7166626368832916716</id><published>2009-11-21T18:45:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T18:21:22.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>People who can attend the outing (finalised)</title><content type='html'>The following people are willing to attend the class outing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Me&lt;br /&gt;"I'm mostly interested in ice-skate and Mahjong, but im fine with the rest."&lt;br /&gt;2. Weishuen&lt;br /&gt;"I'm fine with anything."&lt;br /&gt;3. Andrew&lt;br /&gt;"I'm up for anything, anytime and anywhere. as long as it does not involve me running for my life from HER and her vicious sidekick."&lt;br /&gt;4. Brendan&lt;br /&gt;"I support bowling, paintball, and ice-skating."&lt;br /&gt;5. Isaac&lt;br /&gt;"So to me, best choice is JQ's house, movie, and ice skating."&lt;br /&gt;6. Abdur&lt;br /&gt;"Movie,bowling/karaoke,PAINTBALL,i wont mind learning to play mahjong."&lt;br /&gt;7. Junfu&lt;br /&gt;"movie and mahjong though i don't know how to play."&lt;br /&gt;8. Junqi&lt;br /&gt;"I will only be attending the Mahjong part at my house."&lt;br /&gt;9. Andreea&lt;br /&gt;"I can come on Tuesday, just sms me the details."&lt;br /&gt;10. Joshua&lt;br /&gt;"I'll go for anything as long as its under 20 bucks."&lt;br /&gt;11. Zheyu&lt;br /&gt;"Anything that does not injure my ankle and is before Dec."&lt;br /&gt;12. Kuo Xuan&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not going if its mahjong, ice skating or paintball."&lt;br /&gt;13. Nicholas&lt;br /&gt;"I'm OK with anything besides table tennis, mahjong and karaoke."&lt;br /&gt;14. Jean&lt;br /&gt;"I'm okay with anything except going to other people's house."&lt;br /&gt;15. Mr Fadhir&lt;br /&gt;"I've chosen ice skate, movie, bowling and karaoke."&lt;br /&gt;16. Audrey&lt;br /&gt;"I've chosen mahjong, ice skate and movie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: JQ's house isn't only Mahjong and Halo, she has a table tennis table!! (And she's damn pro ok!!) And there's a lot more things there. Oya, if Mahjong not enough i can bring mine. hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-7166626368832916716?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/7166626368832916716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=7166626368832916716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/7166626368832916716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/7166626368832916716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/11/people-who-can-attend-outing.html' title='People who can attend the outing (finalised)'/><author><name>Chen Ge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18335624718551322737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-182810721335870706</id><published>2009-11-21T12:35:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T10:33:57.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class outing in 1st week of holiday</title><content type='html'>Dear class,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post addresses the probably last class outing we are going to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have discussed with JQ, we can go her house on next tues, 24 Nov. At first, i wanted to cook some Szechuan dishes at her house and invite all of u to go eat. Later, i realised tat buying the materials, costs and time were all issues hard to resolve. I think eating isn't a very important thing for us as a class, and fun seems more important. I then gaved up the idea of cooking, so we can hav more time to play or to do some other activities, together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following are activities suggested:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mahjong (At JQ's house)&lt;br /&gt;2. Arcade&lt;br /&gt;3. Bowling&lt;br /&gt;4. Karaoke&lt;br /&gt;5. Movie&lt;br /&gt;6. Ice-skate&lt;br /&gt;7. Paintball&lt;br /&gt;8. Table Tennis (At JQ's house)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pls note that we are definitely doing more than 1 of the above. Again, pls vote your choice(s) at the cBox in the blog. I really hope that most of us can attend this time, after all we might not hold another class outing ever. Paintball needs parental consent. Kallang leisure park has arcade, cinema, kBox, ice-skate and bowling centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we just eat at some place together and i dont cook at JQ's house, i can save the cooking time in the morning for some activities. (Actually im afraid that i will make a mess in her house and she becomes damn pissed at me) In the afternoon, we can go JQ's house to play mahjong. I actually wanted Ice-skate the most, coz the rest of the list we have either tried out before or aren't popular choices. Ok, guys, i juz nid your replies now. NOTE THAT THIS MIGHT BE THE LAST POSSIBLE OUTING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reply me through whatever ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Or u can vote here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k286/pulselayouts/poll/poll_bg001.jpg); BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-BOTTOM: 12px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white; MARGIN: 10px; PADDING-LEFT: 10px; PADDING-RIGHT: 10px; BACKGROUND-REPEAT: no-repeat; BACKGROUND-POSITION: right bottom; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 10px" id="qp_main28241"&gt;&lt;div style="FILTER: alpha(opacity:80); BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(172,1,3); WIDTH: 100%; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; COLOR: white; FONT-SIZE: 12px; FONT-WEIGHT: bold; -moz-opacity: 0.8; opacity: 0.8; -khtml-opacity: 0.8"&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 10px; PADDING-LEFT: 10px; PADDING-RIGHT: 10px; PADDING-TOP: 10px"&gt;What activities would you prefer for the class outing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; 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I know, for one, that our class has had many fights and so on. not just one person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what happened, i don't care what's going to happen. I've only got like, 4 days left with 202 as a class, and i want to remember it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, 4 days. don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been an awesome 2 years, filled with tears (yes, you read that right, too), happiness, stupidity, secrets, suffering, and this list could go on till i exhaust my fingers and i still probably would have more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if class outings fail. I don't care if the chalet epic fails (though i would dearly love it doesn't). I don't care what happens out of class much more. All i want is a day more as 202.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The simplest things in life can be the best-est.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our impromptu class outing today was one example. Sometimes, you search far for awesome things, only to find they're with you all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably gonna cry like crap on the last day of school, but i just have one more hope for this year, that the montage be completed, and not shoddily done. Memories i can keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, you remember? We used to sit by those tubes in the concourse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to, and still, regularly have the stupidest ideas in the whole of year2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to joke about so many things.... We would shout random stuff and teachers would give us confused looks... Dinosaurs,  Sunshine, Ismism, Flying Spaghetti Monsters, Cows, and the list goes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to eat together, laughing madly and hysterically at stupid memories of each other, and our friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did the MASSDANCE! i still have the song for it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell the truth, when i first came to NUSH, i hated it. Don't know how many of you noticed, but i was on the verge of tears on the first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i can't even bear to leave my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i'll get used to my new class, find things to call awesome about it, but i know it'll never really replace M08102.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, it's not the end of the world, i know, i still can meet you all in other classes. But knowing that doesn't make me feel any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to my first two years in secondary school, and all my memories. happy ones, sad ones, ones that made me high, ones that made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(i'm tearing as i type this already.)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;Goodbye, M08102. Hopefully my next class can be as awesome as you all, and yet it won't take the place of us in my memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~jAcK, a.k.a.&lt;br /&gt;  zAK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;(for those curious why this is written as if it wasn't the last day of school, i wrote it on 13/11/09, then saved it but didn't post it. mainly because i know i'll be crying too much to think straight on Friday.)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm writing this on Thursday.)&lt;br /&gt;it's the second last day, and already I know that we can't have a class chalet anyway. But I don't care, cuz I've had the time of my life this week, with you guys. It could have been much more awesome, but I'm already happy beyond words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorow khairul and faiz are leaving for home. Oh well.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, adios, sayonara, caio, zaizian, CUL8TR, whatever language you speak.&lt;br /&gt;In less than 24 hours we won't have 202 as a class any more. I'm gonna enjoy every freaking second I have, not be sad over those times where shitzx failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zAK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-4041231894221386640?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/4041231894221386640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=4041231894221386640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/4041231894221386640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/4041231894221386640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-goodbye_19.html' title='My goodbye.'/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-7249597427358202036</id><published>2009-11-18T21:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T21:15:25.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://hiphotos.baidu.com/%C8%A1%D3%D0%C4%DA%BA%ADid%BA%C3%C4%D1/pic/item/6ab4c2c19479067ab319a899.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 608px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://hiphotos.baidu.com/%C8%A1%D3%D0%C4%DA%BA%ADid%BA%C3%C4%D1/pic/item/6ab4c2c19479067ab319a899.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the photo which Abdul and I was talking about this morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-7249597427358202036?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/7249597427358202036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=7249597427358202036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/7249597427358202036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/7249597427358202036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-photo-which-abdul-and-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Saparmurat Niyazov</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184882919415190008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-3417235105794199807</id><published>2009-11-10T20:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T20:16:44.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Look, i want to make this short cuz i don't want the previous post to be pushed down too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i want to say is, please, cant you guys come for the class chalet?&lt;br /&gt;i don't want our last memories as a awesome, crazy, fun-loving class to be in freaking UNIFORM. who wants THAT, man.&lt;br /&gt;all i'm asking for is that you come. be yourself. be happy. please?&lt;br /&gt;i'll get down on my knees if i have to beg you to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-zak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-3417235105794199807?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/3417235105794199807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=3417235105794199807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/3417235105794199807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/3417235105794199807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/11/look-i-want-to-make-this-short-cuz-i.html' title=''/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-1662732530444651531</id><published>2009-11-10T01:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T01:27:52.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Class chalet seems impossible if no one is willing to pay.&lt;div&gt;It's going to cost a lot per person if you include meals/bbq/activities and I know all you guiez think that money is so dam precious you can't spend it on a bonding activity and I can't be damned too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bla.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-1662732530444651531?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/1662732530444651531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=1662732530444651531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/1662732530444651531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/1662732530444651531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/11/class-chalet-seems-impossible-if-no-one.html' title=''/><author><name>jean.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25BDpltThns/TqOaLBEp2-I/AAAAAAAAAt0/ogAWAOpm6_0/s220/icon4b.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-6748165065255727245</id><published>2009-11-09T22:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T23:03:32.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlet</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sorry for pushing down Izak's post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have never organized any event that involves more than 2 people. I think there's a need to organize a 'This-Is-It' outing which can help us remember our time together as a class.&lt;br /&gt;I have found an article about the benefits of school/class excursions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' Many of the benefits of school excursion on the large side, the promotion of cultural exchanges between local and foreign education, promoting the understanding of Eastern and Western countries, enhancing friendship and cooperation between the future of the West; the schools, the expansion of the school's foreign exchange , many schools looking for foreign sister schools, international relations, the establishment of the introduction of foreign teachers are all starting from the study tours start; in respect of students involved in this activity, there are the following points: broadened horizons, tempered self-care capacity, improve foreign language proficiency and train an independent consciousness, awareness and patriotism, collectivism, consciousness, lay the foundation for future study. School excursion is a quality education "booster": students and teachers to participate in school excursion to experience the foreign advanced teaching philosophy, methods and contents to promote quality education in schools and teaching reforms. ; School excursion in life design "incubator": school excursion experience of the design may change your life and will have a major impact on the future development; school excursion is to rebuild the confidence of foreign language learning "stimulant": a new foreign language learning ways to stimulate interest in learning foreign languages, rebuilding the confidence of foreign language learning, rapid increase in foreign language proficiency; school excursion is to foster international talents of "catalyst" for school excursion extends the international perspective to develop an international awareness, also increased cross-cultural the ability to understand the communication problems; school excursion or a visa credit "savings card" for the next school excursion interested in study abroad, employment development, students have accumulated a personal visa credit. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, this is not even relevant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I support the charlet idea but there could always be other choices?&lt;br /&gt;Let's do a voting in class after the scripts checking (voting in this blog is virtually pointless)&lt;br /&gt;I suggest other activities such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camping near reservior so that we can go for canoeing&lt;br /&gt;pular ubin&lt;br /&gt;Pulau Semakau (this will be excellent if we can arrange it) link:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wildsingapore.com/places/semakau.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.wildsingapore.com/places/semakau.htm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, let's update the infos on this blog as at least this is the only source of infomation I have on this kind of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, who's interested? please tag. Thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, wb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-6748165065255727245?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/6748165065255727245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=6748165065255727245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/6748165065255727245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/6748165065255727245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/11/charlet.html' title='Charlet'/><author><name>Saparmurat Niyazov</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184882919415190008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-7566143763130678883</id><published>2009-11-09T21:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T21:15:57.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class Outing on Mon 9 Nov</title><content type='html'>So, about the class outing today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally (starting Friday/Saturday) I had planned to have a laserquest outing on Monday, and Isaac, Kelvin, Khairul and I from 202 along with Ahmad and Yexuan from 201 were going to come; then we got word on Sunday that Mr. Fadhir was organizing a separate outing, with Andrew, Justin, Chen Ge and Arif coming (plus him). Then when Mr. Fadhir found out about my&lt;br /&gt; outing, he proposed a merger (late at night XD) between the two, so we got everyone to agree, working together and without messing up for once (mostly). We managed to hammer down the meeting place, time, itinerary, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everyone except Mr. Fadhir (lessons) met at Bukit Gombak and even though Arif and Isaac were late, they managed to get to the Laserquest place to play. No screw-ups, no fails:&lt;br /&gt; just win, and awesome fun  . It was expensive, but worth every cent I'd say.&lt;br /&gt;So we played for one epic hour of win and trudged out all sweaty, exhausted but happy. Apparently I was first but everyone's scoresheet ended up being messed up with horrible subtraction, and Ahmad beat me by a close margin. *shakes fist*&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after that we went to Raffles Place (meeting Mr. Fadhir at Jurong East&lt;br /&gt; MRT) and then went to McDonalds (Ahmad, Khairul and Yexuan went to Burger King and Mr. Fadhir and CG went to Yoshinoya), where we had lunch and then waited out the rain by playing truth-or-dare (well what do you expect?). Unfortunately at that point I had to go home, so that ended my part in the mini-outing, at around 4.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;So, no... it didn't fail. We didn't manage to go to Settler's&lt;br /&gt; Cafe I think (dunno if the others went in the end, but I don't think so), but we sure did manage to have an epic time at laserquest and that activity called "random-talking-and-having-fun".&lt;br /&gt;In fact it was WIN.&lt;br /&gt;Since this is the first outing I kinda-organized-kinda-led (with credit to Mr. Fadhir and the others), I'm pretty happy with the results&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;-Brendan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-7566143763130678883?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/7566143763130678883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=7566143763130678883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/7566143763130678883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/7566143763130678883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/11/class-outing-on-mon-9-nov_09.html' title='Class Outing on Mon 9 Nov'/><author><name>Chen Ge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18335624718551322737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-7996366110199706609</id><published>2009-11-08T10:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T13:04:44.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class Outing on Mon 9 Nov</title><content type='html'>Dear class,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Fadhir is organising a class outing tmr, 9 Nov Mon.&lt;br /&gt;His suggested activities are:&lt;br /&gt;1. Movie&lt;br /&gt;2. Picnic&lt;br /&gt;3. Play some "intellectual card games" at a cafe at raffles place. There is free flow of drinks.&lt;br /&gt;4. Paintball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pls vote for ur choice by tagging it on the Cbox on the right. You should vote before 8pm tonight. U can suggest other activities as well and u can choose more than 1 from the suggested list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And pls hurry up send me photos if u hav any! thx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-7996366110199706609?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/7996366110199706609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=7996366110199706609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/7996366110199706609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/7996366110199706609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/11/class-outing-on-mon-9-nov.html' title='Class Outing on Mon 9 Nov'/><author><name>Chen Ge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18335624718551322737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-1494309350502933625</id><published>2009-11-06T17:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T17:06:24.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just checked my mailbox and saw pari's email. If you wondering where Pari was for the past days, check your email. (I am the only one who doesn't check frequently?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-1494309350502933625?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/1494309350502933625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=1494309350502933625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/1494309350502933625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/1494309350502933625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-checked-my-mailbox-and-saw-paris.html' title=''/><author><name>Saparmurat Niyazov</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184882919415190008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-5420244269596239953</id><published>2009-11-06T02:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T02:19:02.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class Photo Montage</title><content type='html'>I have sent out emails to everyone about the photo montage. Pls check your sch email for details. Junfu and Joshua, pls clear your mailbox and I do not want anymore bounce-backs the next time i send the mail, which is going to be tmr night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, though i seem busy most of the time, i will have time here and there to read the class blog&lt;br /&gt;zak, do not say things like: "cg, if u ever read this blog."&lt;br /&gt;ok??&lt;br /&gt;it hurts, it tears, it burns.&lt;br /&gt;anw, though we dont have class chalets/jackets/shirts, doesn mean our class spirit loses out to the others. we may juz not prefer this kinda way to express our love for the class. &lt;em&gt;care, &lt;/em&gt;isn always expressed verbally, zak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, i may not appear to you that im doing the montage, but planning takes time as well. if only u noe the things that i do at home, well i wish u dont... it is scary, tiring, compulsive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, my severe OCD is reduced to a moderate extent now, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, i realised i think in 2nd person pov sometimes. and the alumni outing idea is awesome! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope tat everyone can score wat they want in the exam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-5420244269596239953?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/5420244269596239953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=5420244269596239953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/5420244269596239953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/5420244269596239953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/11/class-photo-montage.html' title='Class Photo Montage'/><author><name>Chen Ge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18335624718551322737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-8548213425250636226</id><published>2009-11-05T19:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T19:51:54.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alumni Party</title><content type='html'>How about we arrange an alumni party ten or twenty years from now? At that time most of us would have been working and even married(Wei Shuen).  Shall we find out who will be the failure or success in life? (well it doesn't matter anyways)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe you don't want to have it with this class and you want the year 5-6 class instead?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-8548213425250636226?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/8548213425250636226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=8548213425250636226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/8548213425250636226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/8548213425250636226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/11/alumni-party.html' title='Alumni Party'/><author><name>Saparmurat Niyazov</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184882919415190008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-6258346990773045818</id><published>2009-11-05T19:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T19:31:26.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now exams are over for the most you. I will have to blog everyday is possible to reach the 202th post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, what is the point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know, don't ask and don't snatch the 202th from me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-wb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-6258346990773045818?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/6258346990773045818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=6258346990773045818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/6258346990773045818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/6258346990773045818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/11/now-exams-are-over-for-most-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Saparmurat Niyazov</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184882919415190008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-7712740615266078042</id><published>2009-10-31T12:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T12:37:31.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay.&lt;div&gt;I don't want to sound like a bitch but guess what? 203's having a class chalet during marking days, 204/207 have class jackets, 205 have class shirts. And I bet all the other classes are having chalets as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But let's take a look at our class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where the -censores- is the class spirit? I was considering a class chalet but then I figured, which one of you people are willing to pay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't even want to comment actually. It's the exams, we're all stressed and we aren't going to have any post exam class activities. Well, kudos to us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And don't come telling me a class outing @ JQ's house while playing halo and doing nothing else is fun as a class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TYVM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-7712740615266078042?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/7712740615266078042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=7712740615266078042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/7712740615266078042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/7712740615266078042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/10/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>jean.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25BDpltThns/TqOaLBEp2-I/AAAAAAAAAt0/ogAWAOpm6_0/s220/icon4b.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-1289557586921254015</id><published>2009-10-30T22:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T22:24:27.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nooooo i want to reach 202 posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here i go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm. post-exam stress relief, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the last day i suppose we can like, watch a movie and then go someone's house, game a while?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yes i am referring you you, JQ. HEYLO!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and this is COOL!&lt;br /&gt;http://sg.bantus.org/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-1289557586921254015?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/1289557586921254015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=1289557586921254015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/1289557586921254015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/1289557586921254015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/10/nooooo-i-want-to-reach-202-posts.html' title=''/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-3395095870385243898</id><published>2009-10-10T01:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T02:18:09.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Live Cams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JtSveNGtgVA/Ss9-Sshog9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/BoHWSjmnpD0/s1600-h/linsy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JtSveNGtgVA/Ss9-Sshog9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/BoHWSjmnpD0/s400/linsy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390666138640745426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://92.60.192.245/record/current.jpg?rand=6337194"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://92.60.192.245/record/current.jpg?rand=6337194" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ns.www.nps.gov.edgesuite.net/yell/photosmultimedia/images/webcams/oldfaith2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 608px;" src="http://ns.www.nps.gov.edgesuite.net/yell/photosmultimedia/images/webcams/oldfaith2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of the same street view...&lt;br /&gt;This is the Old Faithful Hotspring at Yellow Stone, sometime it shoots up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And someone was waving at us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-3395095870385243898?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/3395095870385243898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=3395095870385243898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/3395095870385243898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/3395095870385243898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-live-cams.html' title='New Live Cams'/><author><name>Saparmurat Niyazov</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184882919415190008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JtSveNGtgVA/Ss9-Sshog9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/BoHWSjmnpD0/s72-c/linsy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-4814219309272591700</id><published>2009-09-29T08:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T08:56:05.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi. I'm back again. BTW to those who were wondering, wangbo wrote about the hedgehog thing. It's history now, which is why some of ya noticed me moving to the back. Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. There are only 38 days left for us as a class. I didn't take away holidays, so it'll probably be less.&lt;br /&gt;2. Wangbo, I understand the hedgehog thing, but I really don't get how it applys to our class. Our class, when I say it's self destructing, I mean like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our class knows how little time we have left as a class, so we do stupid shit, things we would never really do. Only some of us, though. -stares at marcus-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a terribwle bwocked dose at de moment and dalk like dis. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay and in response to wangbo's ancient post about third person talking,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac also sometimes thinks in his head like this. He is glad that he has found a fellow third person PoV-er. However, he would like wangbo to know that &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can also talk in a second person PoV. &lt;br /&gt;You don't think wangbo will understand this easily.&lt;br /&gt;You also know that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also can think in 1st person PoV equallyas easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~zak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-4814219309272591700?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/4814219309272591700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=4814219309272591700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/4814219309272591700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/4814219309272591700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/09/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-2512715484970024064</id><published>2009-09-28T21:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T22:07:35.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hedgehog's dilemma</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A group of hedgehog all seek to become close to one another in order to share their heat during cold weather. However, once accomplished, they cannot avoid hurting one another with their sharp quills. They must step away from one another. Though they all share the intention of a close reciprocal relationship, this may not occur for reasons which they cannot avoid.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes this happens to us as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-2512715484970024064?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/2512715484970024064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=2512715484970024064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/2512715484970024064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/2512715484970024064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/09/hedgehogs-dilemma.html' title='Hedgehog&apos;s dilemma'/><author><name>Saparmurat Niyazov</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184882919415190008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-2832033689899744087</id><published>2009-09-24T21:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T21:56:20.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELOOSS~&lt;div&gt;i decided to keep this active. MY blogs catching up with it, and its like, what, 4 times younger?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ah well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-sighs-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes, this class is falling apart. its like a ticking time bomb. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i agree with JQ to that extent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm trying to make the best of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our class, everyone is changing. i totally wanst the guy i was in p6, excpet the slacking part. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people change, i guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its depressing, how i see some people in our class turn for the worse, in some ways. some mature, some dont, some have hardened their hearts the the world around them, others have dont the opposite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its all about what we experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after these 1-and-a-little-more-than-3/4-of-a-years, you guys have helped each other get across shit, and others, otherwise. i see some people now and wonder how things wold have been in their position.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's no specific reason why i'm posting this. im just rambling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i see myself, two years ago, and now. i don't know how i could have changed so much. i take a look at others, and see how their lives are so different, interacting with strangers on the net, and having different lives from me. its just... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;beyond words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will really miss this class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;weishuen, his thick-skinned-ness and his being the pit of all jokes, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maurcus, his sheer idiocy (its a compliment btw) and randomness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nick and aris, their awesome attitudes, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andrew, his awesome comebacks and immaturity(yes its a compliment too)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wont do a repeat of one of my longest posts on this blog, but i just want to say, you guys are awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(woah, kayne west hasn't interrupted me yet?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so... i'm just going on talking about whats at the top of my head yea?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im running out of ideas. Junqi, qould you pweety pweease get that score?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want to replay it in a electric style.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chenge, if u even read this blog, hows the photo montage going?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my idea is like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we make a mini-movie, and burn it into discs and pass one to everyone at the EOY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mentioning that brings to mind how close it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and junqi, as to your everyday mask.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes, we all are hypocritical and so on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but over time, who we want to be becomes a part of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really am running out of ideas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FSM, any ideas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-kayne west slams open my room's door and kicks me off-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-2832033689899744087?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/2832033689899744087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=2832033689899744087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/2832033689899744087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/2832033689899744087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/09/helooss-i-decided-to-keep-this-active.html' title=''/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-7907421574351499082</id><published>2009-09-16T17:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T17:32:35.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hikikomori</title><content type='html'>Just watched a video about Hikikomori, it means people with social withdrawal symtoms. It's really scary, hope none of our classmate or people we know will become a Hikikomo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wiki hikikomori or youtube "lost generation-japan" for more info.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-7907421574351499082?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/7907421574351499082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=7907421574351499082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/7907421574351499082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/7907421574351499082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/09/hikikomori.html' title='Hikikomori'/><author><name>Saparmurat Niyazov</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184882919415190008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-9124331216796059432</id><published>2009-09-13T20:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T20:53:47.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.earthcam.com/ec_metros/newyork/newyork/lindys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://images.earthcam.com/ec_metros/newyork/newyork/lindys.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is a scene in New York city which updated in real time. It changes whenever you refresh this page. wb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-9124331216796059432?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/9124331216796059432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=9124331216796059432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/9124331216796059432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/9124331216796059432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/09/real-time.html' title='Real Time'/><author><name>Saparmurat Niyazov</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184882919415190008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-8066111166857271092</id><published>2009-09-13T12:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T12:29:19.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradox</title><content type='html'>"Alot of times I thought to myself:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; If there is an article describing me, it would mention this "Wang Bo's thoughts are paradoxical, that is, instead of thinking in first person point-of-view, his thoughts are mostly from a thrid person describtive point-of-view. For example, instead of think "Oh, it's Junfu, it's being a long time since I've last saw him" on the first day when school starts again, he would think: "As Wang Bo entered his familiar M09202 classroom, he was delighted by the sight of the scenes of the class' activeness. In front of him, his old friend Jun Fu was sitting at his seat. At this moment, Wang Bo truely felt the joy of meeting your friends again after a long time." The paradox doesn't ends here; alot of time Wang Bo will thought to himself about this imaginary article about him, which describes his queer thrid person point-of-view way of thinking in which also mentioned his thoughts of an article which describes his thrid person point-of-view way of thinking............................"&lt;/span&gt; And it all starts again and goes on and on and on." I thought. (In fact I'm the writer of the imaginary article)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. if you don't know what Mormon is; I personally think that Mormon is a very popular cult.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-8066111166857271092?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/8066111166857271092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=8066111166857271092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/8066111166857271092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/8066111166857271092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/09/paradox.html' title='Paradox'/><author><name>Saparmurat Niyazov</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184882919415190008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-5989804391521282002</id><published>2009-09-05T21:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T21:41:40.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to stay 13 D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13's my lucky number. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-5989804391521282002?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/5989804391521282002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=5989804391521282002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/5989804391521282002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/5989804391521282002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-want-to-stay-13-d-13s-my-lucky-number.html' title=''/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-3365427738760192734</id><published>2009-09-04T16:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T16:42:05.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Climbing gloves</title><content type='html'>I really don't get birthday presents. Cash's much a better present, you can get whatever you want that way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's sports day. I guess most of you hsaw my ridiculous nobel spirit, yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, moving on, the hols are here. Ten more weeks, 50days of insanity with us as an awesome class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-3365427738760192734?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/3365427738760192734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=3365427738760192734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/3365427738760192734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/3365427738760192734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=3109103190027510527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/3109103190027510527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/3109103190027510527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-6595793690965085393</id><published>2009-09-01T15:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T15:49:14.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy teachers day to all you teachers out there!&lt;br /&gt;To my prisch tchrs, my tuition teachers, and NUSH teachers, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY TEACHER'S DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And happy bday to jean's lil' sis, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An mine's coming up, don't forget to gimmie a BIGBIG PREZZIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha jk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But teachers out there, here's to acknowledge how DEAD i'ld be now without y'all =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to jean's sis: happy bday:)&lt;br /&gt;May you be a year stronger, smarter, and better at annoying your jieji-ERM I MEANT TEACHERS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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title=''/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-8407507786228392359</id><published>2009-08-31T20:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T20:45:44.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That was one superuberfreakingmegabloodyimbafun class outing. Except when khairul fell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, it was the most fun I've had in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO WOULD LIKE A COOKIE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and wangbo is DAM PRO AT BIKING CAN?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-8407507786228392359?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/8407507786228392359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=8407507786228392359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/8407507786228392359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/8407507786228392359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/08/that-was-one-superuberfreakingmegablood.html' title=''/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-530747204112474371</id><published>2009-08-30T19:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T19:37:07.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class outing</title><content type='html'>Okay everyone I know this is a little late but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Pari bringing Oreo.&lt;br /&gt;Aris bringing HTWOOH (the drink, not water)&lt;br /&gt;JQ bringing rice or some proper food.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry no cheesecake from me. I'm equally as sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else? PLEASE, WE NEED MORE FOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan is:&lt;br /&gt;3.15, meet at bishan MRT (I think, correct me if I'm wrong.)&lt;br /&gt;3.30 leave MRT for mac&lt;br /&gt;At mac gather with ppl who took private transport.&lt;br /&gt;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.)&lt;br /&gt;When we get tired or start to pity those guys at the pavilion, we return.&lt;br /&gt;Then makan and play truth or dare. Stare at sunset, even though we're at the wrong side of the island. &lt;br /&gt;Go home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, anythig else please SMS me yea? 96399832&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-530747204112474371?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/530747204112474371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=530747204112474371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/530747204112474371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/530747204112474371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/08/class-outing_30.html' title='Class outing'/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-1604980455793370997</id><published>2009-08-28T09:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T09:24:11.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If it rains on Monday</title><content type='html'>If it rains... Thanks JQ for bringing that up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, I've been thinking about that, too. I won't mind cycling in the rain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess not everyone will..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we'll have to stay in some shelter,  and wait it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cycle in the rain&lt;br /&gt;2. Wait it out&lt;br /&gt;3. Sit in some pavilion play truth or dare or smth...&lt;br /&gt;4. Everyone bring hoodie! Or raincoat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-1604980455793370997?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/1604980455793370997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=1604980455793370997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/1604980455793370997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/1604980455793370997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-it-rains-on-monday.html' title='If it rains on Monday'/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-836147799200700084</id><published>2009-08-27T20:12:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T23:56:17.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boy, The Cow, and The FSM, Episode 3</title><content type='html'>In the previous episode...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What will happen next?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cow looked around, slightly worried, for there was only green pasture for miles around, and no sign of uncowly civilization.&lt;br /&gt;"Er, Cow, what are you looking for?"&lt;br /&gt;"A waaaaaay ouuuuuut of thiiiiis plaaaace...." Cow mooed. "There are only cooooows here. We neeeeed to find a huuuuumaaaan tooooown..."&lt;br /&gt;"Why?" Every second that passed was leaving the boy increasingly flummoxed.&lt;br /&gt;"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."&lt;br /&gt;"The...moon?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, the mooooon." Her eyes were darting about frantically now.&lt;br /&gt;"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.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;The boy thought it best not to mention that humans couldn't either(and spaceships wouldn't be located in any old town).&lt;br /&gt;"Ahhhhh haaaa!" Cow let out a whoop(or what seemed like a whoop, for cows don't whoop as humans do) of triumph.&lt;br /&gt;"Where?" &lt;br /&gt;"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.&lt;br /&gt;"Well," said the boy, slightly exasperated and getting impatient, "how then?"&lt;br /&gt;"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...." &lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;"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.&lt;br /&gt;"Right," said the boy, and he knew with unwavering certainty that they would never get to town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;"Ahhhhh..." Cow sighed, and her eyes were lost in that dreamy, faraway look. "I reeeemember my first tiiiiiiime heeeere....."&lt;br /&gt;"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?&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, yeeees... In my preeevious life..."&lt;br /&gt;"I..I beg your pardon?" the boy coughed.&lt;br /&gt;"My previous life...Yooouuu knooow.... the oppooooosite of afterlife...."&lt;br /&gt;"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.&lt;br /&gt;"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.&lt;br /&gt;The boy was too perplexed to speak, and so lapsed into an incredulous silence.&lt;br /&gt;"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...."&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;"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..."&lt;br /&gt;The tone in her voice had lifted somewhat, so the boy felt that it was safe to venture further. "What about Dogsville?"&lt;br /&gt;Cow seemed to sniff(for cows don't sniff as humans do). "Whaaat abooout it...?"&lt;br /&gt;"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.&lt;br /&gt;"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...."&lt;br /&gt;The boy listened to this in silence, digesting all that he had just heard.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, he came to the conclusion that Cow wasn't just any old cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*In the next episode of The Boy, The Cow, and The FSM:&lt;br /&gt;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?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-836147799200700084?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/836147799200700084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=836147799200700084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/836147799200700084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/836147799200700084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/08/boy-cow-and-fsm-episode-3.html' title='The Boy, The Cow, and The FSM, Episode 3'/><author><name>Jun Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14240978875766852306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-1237242430845882849</id><published>2009-08-23T16:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T16:28:39.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class Outing</title><content type='html'>This is mainly for the benefit of Mr Fadhir (you still visit this blog, I hope?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're welcome to join our class outing. Here's the info on venue and time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 31st August (teacher's day celebration on that day, wanna give sth to Mr Fadhir?)&lt;br /&gt;Time: Around 4-4:30pm&lt;br /&gt;Venue: East Coast Park, meet either at Bedok MRT or ECP's McDonalds&lt;br /&gt;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)&lt;br /&gt;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})&lt;br /&gt;FOOD TO BRING: Just a list of stuff you guys can consider&lt;br /&gt;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)&lt;br /&gt;2. Potato Chips (I believe 3 packets would suffice)&lt;br /&gt;3. Fried Rice or other proper food (I can bring fried rice)&lt;br /&gt;4. Other stuff like sausages, sandwiches, mashed potato etc.&lt;br /&gt;5. Fruits (I can bring)&lt;br /&gt;6. Unless maybe you guys wanna buy stuff from McDonalds?&lt;br /&gt;7. Fart bubbles(they smell like flatulence and give you flatulence!)&lt;br /&gt;8. Some Sichuan dishes from CG please (Ma po tofu?)&lt;br /&gt;9. CHEESECAKE FROM ISAAC (don't ask me why I caps)&lt;br /&gt;10.Did I miss out anything? Suggestions please tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;Touched By His Noodly Appendage &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pmmfDf4SZ2E/SpD9pFQTn1I/AAAAAAAAAEE/qY8RhkzDKpw/s1600-h/FSM_Logo_on_bumper.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 113px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pmmfDf4SZ2E/SpD9pFQTn1I/AAAAAAAAAEE/qY8RhkzDKpw/s200/FSM_Logo_on_bumper.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373073237680037714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-1237242430845882849?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/1237242430845882849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=1237242430845882849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/1237242430845882849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/1237242430845882849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/08/class-outing_23.html' title='Class Outing'/><author><name>Jun Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14240978875766852306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pmmfDf4SZ2E/SpD9pFQTn1I/AAAAAAAAAEE/qY8RhkzDKpw/s72-c/FSM_Logo_on_bumper.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-2245723798555668125</id><published>2009-08-22T10:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T10:38:19.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In reply to JQ's post about everyday mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as for the class outing, make sure you guys bring food for the picnic yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try ask my mom to make cheesecake mmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay next thing, who in class thinks they pwn in halo besides JQ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some better ppl to fight, no offence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's it cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-2245723798555668125?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/2245723798555668125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=2245723798555668125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/2245723798555668125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/2245723798555668125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-reply-to-jqs-post-about-everyday.html' title=''/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-9155787647959029280</id><published>2009-08-19T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T19:13:03.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boy, the Cow, and the FSM, Episode 2</title><content type='html'>In the previous episode...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What will happen next?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BOY, THE COW, AND THE FSM, EPISODE 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;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).&lt;br /&gt;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...?&lt;br /&gt;"Truuuuust me, it wasn't a dreeeeeam."&lt;br /&gt;The boy started. The voice had spoken in a long, lazy drawl, almost...almost...cow-like.&lt;br /&gt;"The FSM iiiiis reeeeeal alllllright. As reeeeal as yoooooooouuuuuu and meeeeeeoooooo...." The voice could not be more than a metre away.&lt;br /&gt;The boy turned. &lt;br /&gt;There, before him, the pink, wet muzzle of some grazing mammal blocked out the entire scope of his vision. &lt;br /&gt;"Heloooooooooooooooooo...." went the animal in that drawn-out voice.&lt;br /&gt;"Er..."&lt;br /&gt;"I am, as yoooouuuuu haaaaave prooobaaablly reeeealised byyyyyy nooooooow, a cooooow. Moooooo....." the creature spoke again. &lt;br /&gt;"Er..." Then, thinking that he was required to say something cooler than that, the boy added, "A talking cow?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeeeeees, a taaalking cooooow. Mooooo...." the cow replied.&lt;br /&gt;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?"&lt;br /&gt;"I Am Coooow. Moooo...." Cow answered lazily, then asked, "Whaaaat abbooout yooooouuurs?"&lt;br /&gt;"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."&lt;br /&gt;"Weeeellll, Booooooooy, nice to meeeeeet yoooouuuuu...." drawled Cow.&lt;br /&gt;"S...same here." He forced a smile.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a giiiiirl, byyy the waaaaay..."&lt;br /&gt;"Ex...excuse me?"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a girl, not a bull. All coooooows haaaaave deeeeeeep vooooices..."&lt;br /&gt;"Er..." was all the boy could reply, for he found this all rather disconcerting.&lt;br /&gt;"Anwaaaay, yooouuuu were shooouuuting juuuust noooow. 'Where's my coooow?'. That booook is very popular amooooong us cooooows. Moooo......"&lt;br /&gt;"Er...yes...I knew that, that's why I was reading it aloud," said the boy hurriedly.&lt;br /&gt;"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.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh...really? I hadn't realised...." the boy replied sheepishly.&lt;br /&gt;"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?"&lt;br /&gt;"Er..."&lt;br /&gt;"Yoooouuu seeeem to beeeee a Booooy of feeew words."&lt;br /&gt;"Er..." &lt;br /&gt;"Wellll, yooouuu seeeem to haaave very little to dooooo in yooour life. Hooooow aboout joining me?"&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me?"&lt;br /&gt;"Jooooooining me. Moooo...."&lt;br /&gt;"Er..."&lt;br /&gt;"To be a pirate."&lt;br /&gt;"What?" At this the conversation with the FSM was thrust suddenly into his mind.&lt;br /&gt;"A pirate. Cooooows can beee piraaates tooooo yooouuuu knoooow."&lt;br /&gt;"P...pirate?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeeees. Doooon't think only huuumans can be pirates. I'm a pirate tooooo. Mooooo..."&lt;br /&gt;"Er...Do you by any chance know of the Flying Spaghetti Monster?"&lt;br /&gt;"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.&lt;br /&gt;"Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;"Don't yoooouuuu know of His Nooooodliness?"&lt;br /&gt;"Er..."&lt;br /&gt;"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."&lt;br /&gt;The boy decided not to mention that he had already been touched by the FSM's Noodly Appendages twice.&lt;br /&gt;"Anywaaaaay, shall you jooin me in serving the noooooble cause of spreading  Pastafarianism?"&lt;br /&gt;"Er..."&lt;br /&gt;"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!"&lt;br /&gt;And without even really knowing what had happened, the boy had just committed himself for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*In the next episode of The Boy, The Cow, and The FSM:&lt;br /&gt;WHERE are Boy and Cow heading off to? WHAT of the FSM now? and WHAT does being a pirate mean?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-9155787647959029280?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/9155787647959029280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=9155787647959029280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/9155787647959029280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/9155787647959029280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/08/boy-cow-and-fsm-episode-2_19.html' title='The Boy, the Cow, and the FSM, Episode 2'/><author><name>Jun Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14240978875766852306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-2335461926118939547</id><published>2009-08-19T19:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T19:11:57.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boy, the Cow, and the FSM</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time there lived a boy.&lt;br /&gt;He liked cows. Oh yes he did, and very very very much.&lt;br /&gt;But it was sad, oh so very sad, that the cows didn't like him.&lt;br /&gt;"MOOOOO!" they would cry, whenever he came close, and that was an equivalent to a&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want to see your stupid face through all the cud I'm chewing."&lt;br /&gt;And because of this the boy was oh so very sad indeed.&lt;br /&gt;"MOo?" he would call back desperately, just to receive a smack in the face by the cow's tail.&lt;br /&gt;One day he could stand it no longer.&lt;br /&gt;He walked up to the cows, and roared, "WHERE'S MY COW???"&lt;br /&gt;And now this really scared the cows nice and proper, and they tried to chase him away with a tentative "Moo?"&lt;br /&gt;But he was determined, and bellowed, "THAT IS NOT MY COW!!!"&lt;br /&gt;This time the cows scattered real quick, and left the boy standing, alone, on the field of grass.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, call me FSM for short," it said, waving a squishy noodly tentacle airily, before extending it to the boy.&lt;br /&gt;"Er..." was his reply, and he reached out an shook. The tentacle broke off.&lt;br /&gt;"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."&lt;br /&gt;"Er..." was the boy's reply once more.&lt;br /&gt;"I heard you calling me?" the FSM carried on blithely.&lt;br /&gt;"Actually I was yelling 'that is not my cow...'" mumbled the boy.&lt;br /&gt;"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.&lt;br /&gt;"Er..." spluttered the boy.&lt;br /&gt;"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?"&lt;br /&gt;"Er..."&lt;br /&gt;"Well then, if that is the case, then welcome!"&lt;br /&gt;The boy made a small non-committal sound.&lt;br /&gt;"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.&lt;br /&gt;And in another flash of bright light, it was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 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!" ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-2335461926118939547?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/2335461926118939547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=2335461926118939547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/2335461926118939547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/2335461926118939547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/08/boy-cow-and-fsm_19.html' title='The Boy, the Cow, and the FSM'/><author><name>Jun Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14240978875766852306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-5292434957764615470</id><published>2009-08-19T19:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T19:08:36.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class Matters</title><content type='html'>Btw I've reposted the Boy, the Cow and the FSM(both episodes) because they've been pushed nearly into oblivion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, that's all. P.S isaac read my tags about the class song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-5292434957764615470?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/5292434957764615470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=5292434957764615470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/5292434957764615470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/5292434957764615470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/08/class-matters_19.html' title='Class Matters'/><author><name>Jun Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14240978875766852306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-5164258789270108495</id><published>2009-08-19T15:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T16:03:45.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay guys. sorry for clearing JQ's post right off the page, but 2 things.&lt;div&gt;1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;possible dates for cycling then bbq class outing thing are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;31st august, it's a monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30th august, it's a saturday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;29th august, it's sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;time will probably be around 4 pm, cos that's when we can watch the sunset. (i really wanna see it man...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;msn me as to when you can make it, i'll compile the dates then put them back up here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; class voting thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those who don't know already, we are going to vote on who in the class is the most _____.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so here's the list. actual voting will be dont later, this is just for you to see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;M09202&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;CRFIP (class referendum for idiotic purposes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;1) Faiz.      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;2) Abdul   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;3) Andrew       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;4) Wei Shuen   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;5) Aristotle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;6) Brendan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;7) CG  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;8) Joshua    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;9) Isaac &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;10) Jean       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;11) Justin       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;12) Kelvin.       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;13) KX     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;14) Andreea       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;15) Angela      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;16) MAK &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;17) Pari &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;18) Marcus  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;19) Arif    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;20) Khairul   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;21) Nick &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;22) JQ     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;23) Audrey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;24) Junfu   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;25) WB &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Category: Brains, or no brains?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;1) Class valedictorian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;2) Class dumbass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;3) Class most likely to screw up in life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;4) Class retard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;5) Class joker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;6) Class joke face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;7) Class seemingly most hardworking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;8) Class seemingly most slack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;9) Class nerd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;10) Class most English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;11) Class smarty pants &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Aesthetics/repulsion of aesthetics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;1) Class most athletic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;2) Class sexiest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;3) Class seemingly most muscular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;4) Class ugliest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;5) Class seemingly fattest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;6) Class nicest body (6pack)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;7) Class prettiest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;8) Class most handsome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;9) Class smelliest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;10) Class most developed in the area of pubescence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;11) Class nicest legs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Personality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;1) Class most random&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;2) Class biggest weirdo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;3) Class most ‘Your Mom’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;4) Class bossiest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;5) Class nicest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;6) Class most helpful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;7) Class most talkative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;8) Class most quiet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;9) Class most flirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;10) Class hottest ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;11) Class seeming most innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;12) Class seemingly most not innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;13) Class prankster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;14) Class twisted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;15) Class IRRITANT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;16) Class chicken shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Miscellaneous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;1) Class most addicted to porn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;2) Class most spirited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;3) Class most creative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;4) Class most on crack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;5) Class most untidy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;6) Class crappiest taste in music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;7) Class most vocally talented&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;8) Class most insulting and uncool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;9) Class most freaking awesome hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;10) Class PR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;11) Class most “patriotic”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;12) Class loser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;oh, and JQ, do you still have the score and instrumental for the class song? (yeah i know i'm repeating this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-5164258789270108495?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/5164258789270108495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=5164258789270108495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/5164258789270108495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/5164258789270108495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/08/okay-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-1857757541290193986</id><published>2009-08-18T22:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T23:00:08.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing The Everyday Mask</title><content type='html'>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).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Introducing The Everday Mask.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so maybe your first reaction may be: What the shit is that supposed to mean?&lt;br /&gt;Take a minute or so to think. It's rhetorics. A metaphor.&lt;br /&gt;Still stuck?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, no, maybe?&lt;br /&gt;Somewhat related to my recent post on the nature of friendship.&lt;br /&gt;Well if you figured it out, then good. &lt;br /&gt;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?&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;This I quote from Wikipedia "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hypocrisy may come from a desire to hide from others actual motives or feelings.&lt;/span&gt;" 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.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;And, come on, it's like philosophy, so you're doing something intellectual! (kindof?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY NOW THIS IS WITH REGARDS TO CLASS OUTING.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-1857757541290193986?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/1857757541290193986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=1857757541290193986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/1857757541290193986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/1857757541290193986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/08/introducing-everyday-mask.html' title='Introducing The Everyday Mask'/><author><name>Jun Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14240978875766852306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-4928997441860962301</id><published>2009-08-18T18:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T18:51:48.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So likely things happening:&lt;br /&gt;Cycle, then BBQ (won't we need an adult or something?) &lt;br /&gt;Cycle then chenge's house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, who says my hse? NO WII, CHENGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh JQ, do you still have the score, and instrumental for the class song? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do you mind me editing it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, gymnastics was pretty fun. Pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-4928997441860962301?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/4928997441860962301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=4928997441860962301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/4928997441860962301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/4928997441860962301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-likely-things-happening-cycle-then.html' title=''/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-774351667888316442</id><published>2009-08-18T16:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T16:20:00.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pfft,</title><content type='html'>Hey.. So I'm posting this in class and whatever man.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In response to class outing, I'm perfectly fine with it tho actually I was thinking of a bbq at ECP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, it's biking then either 1) BBQ (since it's at the same venue and we're biking in the evening) or CG's sichuan dishes?! ahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;202, natural death?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That I agree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look around you, how many classes are actually still "class-spirited" and honestly speaking, it's not one or two's fault. It's probably just.. maybe.. complacency?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-shrugs-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've got very obvious cliques in class and maybe that's why, huh? I can't be damned with what's your problem with some other person but for the sake of the class, for the sake of leaving, well, teenage school, or high school memories, at least TRY and bury the grudge? So, yeah, we're falling apart. Does that really need any.. clarification? Ask anyone, "Yeah sure 202's falling apart." We're all in the same canteen, we're all in the same class but we don't sit together anymore. We don't laugh at each other anymore. We don't even bother looking at each other anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I dare you to say that we're not a class anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, there are those who care, and there are those who can't be shitted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look around me now, and I see some ignoring the others. I wouldn't say I'm not part of them either. Maybe, it's our different views, opinions and likes/dislikes but I'm slowly letting them pass, I'm slowly trying to at least, TRY, to make this classroom feel like a class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want just a class, full of individuals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want, and think we all want, a class full of friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That brings me to the next topic, friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Snickers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends, huh. We only have 1 or 2 best friends in our life, once they're gone, they leave a deep deep scar but no, that doesn't mean it can't be covered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, as JQ has said, do we really have true friends in this class? Do we actually trust one another's secret to each other? Are we who we really are in class?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-shrugs-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And sometimes, I come to a conclusion: Academic results pulled us apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agree or disagree, I can't be shitted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least attempt to make it for the class outing &lt;3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S: Will edit when I'm back home. Class environment's affecting my post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-774351667888316442?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/774351667888316442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=774351667888316442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/774351667888316442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/774351667888316442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/08/pfft.html' title='pfft,'/><author><name>jean.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25BDpltThns/TqOaLBEp2-I/AAAAAAAAAt0/ogAWAOpm6_0/s220/icon4b.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-6982452536115081854</id><published>2009-08-18T08:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T08:36:22.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lol sry about misunderstanding ur post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, I don't get why some girls hate each other's guts. Or why they treat friends so differently from guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halo was never so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 weeks left. Let's make the best of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-6982452536115081854?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/6982452536115081854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=6982452536115081854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/6982452536115081854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/6982452536115081854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/08/lol-sry-about-misunderstanding-ur-post.html' title=''/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-1636768036641101116</id><published>2009-08-18T00:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T00:25:36.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class Matters</title><content type='html'>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.' &lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying let's all go jump down the building and start hating each other to shit.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying throw our relationships down the toilet blow and flush.&lt;br /&gt;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)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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?)&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;start of year: audrey and jean. Andy, pari and angela. Me still alone.&lt;br /&gt;after a while: me, andy and jean, audrey with 203, pari and angela&lt;br /&gt;then: andy, me plus jean, slightly, audrey either with pari and angela or 203&lt;br /&gt;after that: me(slightly), andy, audrey, pari and angela, jean with 203&lt;br /&gt;and then after that: me(on my own, neutral) angela, audrey, andy and pari(slightly), jean with 203.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt; Which is why, my policy now, go with teh boys, or go with yourself. Fullstop. Happy.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;Until then?&lt;br /&gt;I'm perfectly happy as a neutral party, thank you very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-1636768036641101116?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/1636768036641101116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=1636768036641101116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/1636768036641101116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/1636768036641101116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/08/class-matters_18.html' title='Class Matters'/><author><name>Jun Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14240978875766852306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-5215157884738999089</id><published>2009-08-17T23:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T23:19:29.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oops sorry, EDIT!!!&lt;br /&gt;31st, 5 pm. Wanna catch the sunset. Sunday not free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also want to 1v1 JQ in halo, but I probably won't get he chance to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sept hols I wanna celebrate my bday!&lt;br /&gt;Another class outing. With loud music, hopefully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, 31st august, ECP, 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and JQ&lt;br /&gt;that's like saying smth along the lines of oh we're all gonna die anyway. May as well now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-5215157884738999089?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/5215157884738999089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=5215157884738999089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/5215157884738999089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/5215157884738999089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/08/oops-sorry-edit-31st-5-pm_17.html' title=''/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-6676842236605478241</id><published>2009-08-17T23:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T23:19:21.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oops sorry, EDIT!!!&lt;br /&gt;31st, 5 pm. Wanna catch the sunset. Sunday not free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also want to 1v1 JQ in halo, but I probably won't get he chance to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sept hols I wanna celebrate my bday!&lt;br /&gt;Another class outing. With loud music, hopefully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, 31st august, ECP, 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and JQ&lt;br /&gt;that's like saying smth along the lines of oh we're all gonna die anyway. May as well now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-6676842236605478241?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/6676842236605478241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=6676842236605478241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/6676842236605478241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/6676842236605478241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/08/oops-sorry-edit-31st-5-pm.html' title=''/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-3603264524682364576</id><published>2009-08-17T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T23:13:53.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oops</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;anyone seriously want class outing? (if u say no&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; i pee on you&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm..yea....change date to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;31st&lt;/span&gt;...can?????   :)  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; 5 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moomoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by YOUR MOM,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;waaaaaaangbuu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; xP&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-3603264524682364576?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/3603264524682364576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=3603264524682364576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/3603264524682364576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/3603264524682364576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/08/oops.html' title='oops'/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-2392690810808176094</id><published>2009-08-17T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T23:05:25.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class Matters.</title><content type='html'>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?) &lt;br /&gt;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?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW ON A MORE STUPID NOTE:&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;OKAY THAT WAS COMPLETELY STUPID BUT I MEANT WHAT I SAID.&lt;br /&gt;SEE WHEN THE DATE LA.&lt;br /&gt;DUNNO WHETHER I'M FREE ON THIRTIIETH. GO ON SEPT HOLIDAY BETTER.&lt;br /&gt;(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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-2392690810808176094?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/2392690810808176094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=2392690810808176094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/2392690810808176094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/2392690810808176094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/08/class-matters.html' title='Class Matters.'/><author><name>Jun Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14240978875766852306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-9031616152335825684</id><published>2009-08-17T18:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T18:35:35.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>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?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sms me, or tag my blog, this blog, email or msn. Pretty much just tell me, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't make it on this day please also suggest other timings. I really want another class outing, like, as a CLASS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I dontwannagoiceskatingsorry. Last time I skated I kinda injured meself. Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither do I want to go audreys hse. That'ld be just weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zak&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for pushing down his noodliness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-9031616152335825684?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/9031616152335825684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=9031616152335825684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/9031616152335825684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/9031616152335825684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/08/okay-on-august-30th-around-2pm.html' title=''/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-3670811118191483567</id><published>2009-08-17T18:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T18:25:56.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Class outing. &lt;br /&gt;Cycling.&lt;br /&gt;Time I haven't asked my mum if can but probably around the sept hols. My bday as well =]&lt;br /&gt;East coast park.&lt;br /&gt;Whose interested?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sms/tag pls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-3670811118191483567?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/3670811118191483567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=3670811118191483567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/3670811118191483567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/3670811118191483567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/08/class-outing.html' title=''/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-1166993237833350429</id><published>2009-08-17T17:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T19:19:04.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Engrish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.engrish.com//wp-content/uploads/2009/05/chicken-rude-unreasonable.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 490px; height: 381px;" src="http://www.engrish.com//wp-content/uploads/2009/05/chicken-rude-unreasonable.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.engrish.com//wp-content/uploads/2009/07/clean-blue-crap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 489px;" src="http://www.engrish.com//wp-content/uploads/2009/07/clean-blue-crap.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.engrish.com//wp-content/uploads/2008/08/listen-to-mee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 481px; height: 361px;" src="http://www.engrish.com//wp-content/uploads/2008/08/listen-to-mee.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                               Some pictures from Engrish.com                                                           &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                               The above picture is  from Malaysia                                                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.engrish.com//wp-content/uploads/2008/10/in-case-of-emergency.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 475px; height: 356px;" src="http://www.engrish.com//wp-content/uploads/2008/10/in-case-of-emergency.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-1166993237833350429?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/1166993237833350429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=1166993237833350429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/1166993237833350429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/1166993237833350429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/08/some-pictures-from-engrish.html' title='Engrish'/><author><name>Saparmurat Niyazov</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184882919415190008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-6986622942090551402</id><published>2009-08-16T19:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T19:51:30.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cycling</title><content type='html'>Hey, anyone wants a class outing? Go cycling. Just asking, I haven't asked my parents yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If enough ppl want (3 or more) then I'll start arrangements&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything msn or SMS me. Burning sms's like freak man. Sent like 60 today &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-6986622942090551402?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/6986622942090551402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=6986622942090551402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/6986622942090551402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/6986622942090551402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/08/cycling.html' title='Cycling'/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-5747389284490378774</id><published>2009-08-15T23:56:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T19:02:55.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boy, the Cow, and the FSM, Episode 2</title><content type='html'>In the previous episode...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What will happen next?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BOY, THE COW, AND THE FSM, EPISODE 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;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).&lt;br /&gt;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...?&lt;br /&gt;"Truuuuust me, it wasn't a dreeeeeam."&lt;br /&gt;The boy started. The voice had spoken in a long, lazy drawl, almost...almost...cow-like.&lt;br /&gt;"The FSM iiiiis reeeeeal alllllright. As reeeeal as yoooooooouuuuuu and meeeeeeoooooo...." The voice could not be more than a metre away.&lt;br /&gt;The boy turned. &lt;br /&gt;There, before him, the pink, wet muzzle of some grazing mammal blocked out the entire scope of his vision. &lt;br /&gt;"Heloooooooooooooooooo...." went the animal in that drawn-out voice.&lt;br /&gt;"Er..."&lt;br /&gt;"I am, as yoooouuuuu haaaaave prooobaaablly reeeealised byyyyyy nooooooow, a cooooow. Moooooo....." the creature spoke again. &lt;br /&gt;"Er..." Then, thinking that he was required to say something cooler than that, the boy added, "A talking cow?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeeeeees, a taaalking cooooow. Mooooo...." the cow replied.&lt;br /&gt;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?"&lt;br /&gt;"I Am Coooow. Moooo...." Cow answered lazily, then asked, "Whaaaat abbooout yooooouuurs?"&lt;br /&gt;"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."&lt;br /&gt;"Weeeellll, Booooooooy, nice to meeeeeet yoooouuuuu...." drawled Cow.&lt;br /&gt;"S...same here." He forced a smile.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a giiiiirl, byyy the waaaaay..."&lt;br /&gt;"Ex...excuse me?"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a girl, not a bull. All coooooows haaaaave deeeeeeep vooooices..."&lt;br /&gt;"Er..." was all the boy could reply, for he found this all rather disconcerting.&lt;br /&gt;"Anwaaaay, yooouuuu were shooouuuting juuuust noooow. 'Where's my coooow?'. That booook is very popular amooooong us cooooows. Moooo......"&lt;br /&gt;"Er...yes...I knew that, that's why I was reading it aloud," said the boy hurriedly.&lt;br /&gt;"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.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh...really? I hadn't realised...." the boy replied sheepishly.&lt;br /&gt;"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?"&lt;br /&gt;"Er..."&lt;br /&gt;"Yoooouuu seeeem to beeeee a Booooy of feeew words."&lt;br /&gt;"Er..." &lt;br /&gt;"Wellll, yooouuu seeeem to haaave very little to dooooo in yooour life. Hooooow aboout joining me?"&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me?"&lt;br /&gt;"Jooooooining me. Moooo...."&lt;br /&gt;"Er..."&lt;br /&gt;"To be a pirate."&lt;br /&gt;"What?" At this the conversation with the FSM was thrust suddenly into his mind.&lt;br /&gt;"A pirate. Cooooows can beee piraaates tooooo yooouuuu knoooow."&lt;br /&gt;"P...pirate?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeeees. Doooon't think only huuumans can be pirates. I'm a pirate tooooo. Mooooo..."&lt;br /&gt;"Er...Do you by any chance know of the Flying Spaghetti Monster?"&lt;br /&gt;"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.&lt;br /&gt;"Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;"Don't yoooouuuu know of His Nooooodliness?"&lt;br /&gt;"Er..."&lt;br /&gt;"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."&lt;br /&gt;The boy decided not to mention that he had already been touched by the FSM's Noodly Appendages twice.&lt;br /&gt;"Anywaaaaay, shall you jooin me in serving the noooooble cause of spreading  Pastafarianism?"&lt;br /&gt;"Er..."&lt;br /&gt;"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!"&lt;br /&gt;And without even really knowing what had happened, the boy had just committed himself for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*In the next episode of The Boy, The Cow, and The FSM:&lt;br /&gt;WHERE are Boy and Cow heading off to? WHAT of the FSM now? and WHAT does being a pirate mean?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-5747389284490378774?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/5747389284490378774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=5747389284490378774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/5747389284490378774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/5747389284490378774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/08/boy-cow-and-fsm-episode-2.html' title='The Boy, the Cow, and the FSM, Episode 2'/><author><name>Jun Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14240978875766852306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-1657064252760282831</id><published>2009-08-15T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T21:59:00.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>our class is falling apart.&lt;div&gt;sorry, but it's the truth. really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;look at us during break. people refusing to talk to each other, others refusing to let others talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i'm not the only one to notice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's just sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-1657064252760282831?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/1657064252760282831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=1657064252760282831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/1657064252760282831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/1657064252760282831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/08/our-class-is-falling-apart.html' title=''/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-790321525212189833</id><published>2009-08-13T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T00:02:32.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FSM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/6/6e/Touched_by_His_Noodly_Appendage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 512px; height: 264px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/6/6e/Touched_by_His_Noodly_Appendage.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, I have come across this picture in the internet about the Flying Spaghetti Monster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a hidden meaning behind it which will not be discussed in this entry&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                             -BH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-790321525212189833?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/790321525212189833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=790321525212189833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/790321525212189833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/790321525212189833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/08/fsm.html' title='FSM'/><author><name>Saparmurat Niyazov</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184882919415190008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-3029913350777643524</id><published>2009-08-12T15:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T00:20:02.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meme</title><content type='html'>The following is a list of the memes in our class which I can think of&lt;br /&gt;(Not in any order)&lt;br /&gt;1. Sunshine&lt;br /&gt;2. Teacher, do you like sunshine?&lt;br /&gt;3. Cows&lt;br /&gt;4. Pants&lt;br /&gt;5. You got no balls&lt;br /&gt;6. How's Life&lt;br /&gt;7. Happy Birthday&lt;br /&gt;8. Your Mom&lt;br /&gt;9. Tou fu&lt;br /&gt;10. KOH&lt;br /&gt;11. PTO&lt;br /&gt;12. Jiang From the Sky&lt;br /&gt;13. Your Mom Loves You&lt;br /&gt;14. Bananas&lt;br /&gt;15. Pants On Fire&lt;br /&gt;16. Wang&lt;br /&gt;17. Peinus&lt;br /&gt;18. Come&lt;br /&gt;19. Junfu Junfu Ni de peng you zai jiao ni a..&lt;br /&gt;20. Zhao Huo Lah x2&lt;br /&gt;21. You got the whole world in your pants&lt;br /&gt;22. Hi!&lt;br /&gt;23. Chaophya&lt;br /&gt;24. zzz&lt;br /&gt;25. Epic fail&lt;br /&gt;26. Fail&lt;br /&gt;27. Pukki&lt;br /&gt;28. chi chi chi chi wo pai. boin boin.&lt;br /&gt;29. tsu o tsu&lt;br /&gt;30. 25 bottles of beer on the wall....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-3029913350777643524?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/3029913350777643524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=3029913350777643524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/3029913350777643524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/3029913350777643524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/08/meme.html' title='Meme'/><author><name>Saparmurat Niyazov</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184882919415190008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-8969010675655051454</id><published>2009-08-02T19:00:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T19:10:47.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boy, the Cow, and the FSM</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time there lived a boy.&lt;br /&gt;He liked cows. Oh yes he did, and very very very much.&lt;br /&gt;But it was sad, oh so very sad, that the cows didn't like him.&lt;br /&gt;"MOOOOO!" they would cry, whenever he came close, and that was an equivalent to a&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want to see your stupid face through all the cud I'm chewing."&lt;br /&gt;And because of this the boy was oh so very sad indeed.&lt;br /&gt;"MOo?" he would call back desperately, just to receive a smack in the face by the cow's tail.&lt;br /&gt;One day he could stand it no longer.&lt;br /&gt;He walked up to the cows, and roared, "WHERE'S MY COW???"&lt;br /&gt;And now this really scared the cows nice and proper, and they tried to chase him away with a tentative "Moo?"&lt;br /&gt;But he was determined, and bellowed, "THAT IS NOT MY COW!!!"&lt;br /&gt;This time the cows scattered real quick, and left the boy standing, alone, on the field of grass.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, call me FSM for short," it said, waving a squishy noodly tentacle airily, before extending it to the boy.&lt;br /&gt;"Er..." was his reply, and he reached out an shook. The tentacle broke off.&lt;br /&gt;"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."&lt;br /&gt;"Er..." was the boy's reply once more.&lt;br /&gt;"I heard you calling me?" the FSM carried on blithely.&lt;br /&gt;"Actually I was yelling 'that is not my cow...'" mumbled the boy.&lt;br /&gt;"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.&lt;br /&gt;"Er..." spluttered the boy.&lt;br /&gt;"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?"&lt;br /&gt;"Er..."&lt;br /&gt;"Well then, if that is the case, then welcome!"&lt;br /&gt;The boy made a small non-committal sound.&lt;br /&gt;"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.&lt;br /&gt;And in another flash of bright light, it was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 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!" ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-8969010675655051454?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/8969010675655051454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=8969010675655051454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/8969010675655051454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/8969010675655051454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/08/boy-cow-and-fsm.html' title='The Boy, the Cow, and the FSM'/><author><name>Jun Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14240978875766852306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-205045225841978374</id><published>2009-07-29T19:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T19:28:27.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUNFU'S SONG</title><content type='html'>Junfu don't kill me for this, but here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junfu Junfu the kid-loving clown, if the kids just love me back I'll never wear a frown. &lt;br /&gt;Junfu Junfu the kid-loving clown, if the kids just love me back I'll never wear a frown. Heeheheheeheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junfu's in his Junfu car, pockets full of change, lots of dirty pictures and sticky candy canes. &lt;br /&gt;All the kids love Junfu for the presents that they get&lt;br /&gt;Silly leather clothes to wear and happy cigarettes.&lt;br /&gt;Hi boys and girls, my name is Junfu the clown,&lt;br /&gt;(Children: HI JUNFU!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;And I really love you boys and girls, really, really. &lt;br /&gt;But my legs get tired standing out in the parking lot handing out stale tootsie rolls to you little rugrats, so if anyone wants to come back&lt;br /&gt;to Junfu's trailer and massage his legs, he'd really really like it.&lt;br /&gt;Really, really.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junfu, Junfu, the kid-loving clown&lt;br /&gt;if the kids just love me back I'll never wear a frown&lt;br /&gt;Junfu, Junfu, the kid loving clown&lt;br /&gt;if the kids just love me back I'll never wear a frown!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go to Junfu's clubhouse, sometimes after school&lt;br /&gt;we play in Junfu's crawl space, there's never any room&lt;br /&gt;We have to sit on Junfu's lap there's never any chairs&lt;br /&gt;Junfu likes to tickle us and give us funny stares!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Oh gosh! I haven't had this much fun since Christmas when I got&lt;br /&gt;to play Santa Clause and all the boys and girls got to sit on Junfu's lap-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNFU YOUR TRUE COLOURS HAVE BEEN UNVEILED!!!!! SWINE DO NOT THINK OF DENYING ANY LONGER!!!! MUAHAHAHHAHAAH!!!! JIANG FROM THE SKY!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-205045225841978374?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/205045225841978374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=205045225841978374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/205045225841978374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/205045225841978374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/07/junfus-song.html' title='JUNFU&apos;S SONG'/><author><name>Jun Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14240978875766852306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-999046568601094180</id><published>2009-07-26T19:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T20:40:04.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Started to visit the class blog again after a long while, after receiving the email from Kuo Xuan and later from Jun Qi and Andrew. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;random stuff: Moving house(for the 4th time this year?);bounced the soccer ball onto faiz's soft belly and drew some pretty circles during literature and got the masterpiece torn into piece and scattered all over my head by someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;really enjoyed the times spent playing chess in class and the number of people playing it, to be frank, sometimes i just dont like the long lectures by the teacher during cca, but in class, it's a different story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Our class might not have a class t-shirt/shirt/jacket, but it really didn't matter. (but i have to admit that jean, izak, jq, andy and others really did put in alot of effort in designing and ordering the jacket/shirts)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Few weeks left, treasure it, and try to forget the fact that the m08102/m09202 will be seperated soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The End. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;jkjk,  ciao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-999046568601094180?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/999046568601094180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=999046568601094180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/999046568601094180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/999046568601094180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/07/started-to-visit-class-blog-again-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Saparmurat Niyazov</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184882919415190008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-3071741848841126133</id><published>2009-07-26T18:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T18:32:15.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>us,</title><content type='html'>I got inspired by so many of these posts.&lt;div&gt;Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What makes our class crazy isn't the unique individuals but the way we bond, the way we seem to be good with each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still remembered how you felt when you just entered school?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still remembered how we felt when the class blog was being mentioned?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still remembered how you felt when we sang the class song -cough- ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still remembered how you felt when we had an unofficial class outing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's this little things that make us 202.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cliche.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We laughed together, despite our hatred for one another, if there is any.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We celebrated together, when the exams ended, when we finished our first academic year in NUS High.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We cheered togther, when we heard that Marcus passed Year 1 (LOL!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We suffered together, when the teachers gave up on us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only thing we never did was cry together 'cos who the heck cries in school?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, it doesn't matter who you are but where you belong and I know I belong in 202.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will never forget the cold jokes, the sick jokes, and the perfect ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The jokes that never die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last thing I hope before we split our class, is to sit together, as a class and have lunch again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It isn't long but iono, I can't seem to think of anything to write about without sounding too mushy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-3071741848841126133?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/3071741848841126133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=3071741848841126133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/3071741848841126133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/3071741848841126133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/07/us.html' title='us,'/><author><name>jean.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25BDpltThns/TqOaLBEp2-I/AAAAAAAAAt0/ogAWAOpm6_0/s220/icon4b.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-527081966527079078</id><published>2009-07-22T20:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T21:22:17.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maple!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;weishuen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;theres a post by you titled "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;3.63 CAP WTH OMG NEVER EXPECTED IT THIS HIGH I THOUGHT I WAS ONLY GOING TO GET AROUND 3.156 OMG HIGHEST FOR 2 YEARS 3.63 IS LIKE A B-AVERAGE GRATZ ME"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;anyway the stupid font's screwed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;just ignore it yea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;so its coming to the dreaded time. reshuffling of the classes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;yeah, i know. the only reason im posting here again is cos of jq's previous post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;so... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;i cant really form anything long like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;just...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;that our class is dam unique. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;it could do with a little tweaking, but then again its those little imperfections that make us perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;the gamers, the artists, the musicans (=]), the slackers, the perfectionists, and the JOKERS =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;all make up our class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;so few weeks left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;everyone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;we've all changed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;nearly all of you guys are all different from when i 1st met you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;hopefully our new classes will all have the same amount of insanity. &lt;s&gt;then we shall RULE THE WORLD&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;-sighs-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;~zak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;oh, and abdur?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;stop calling me jack. its getting tiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-527081966527079078?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/527081966527079078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=527081966527079078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/527081966527079078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/527081966527079078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/07/maple.html' title='maple!'/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-7125609111433717556</id><published>2009-07-09T18:07:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T23:21:23.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random matters.</title><content type='html'>After a few boring hours of doing chinese, I have decided at last, after (1 year?) or maybe less, (but you get the point), to post something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some totally unrelated stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drew a cow out of a quaver note on the back of andrew's stack of graph paper.&lt;br /&gt;I threatened to chop off andrew's appendages using wang bo's (supposedly-but-not-ginseng) chinese herb. XD&lt;br /&gt;I told andrew that I wasn't the one who asked angela to poke him (lie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops. Did I say totally unrelated stuff?&lt;br /&gt;Never mind that. I specialise in andrew toture :D Like I said, and Brendan agrees, poking, or should I generalise to, er, incapacitating (let us not be so extreme and use the word torture, shall we?) andrew is therapeutic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, come now, would I actually be so heartless as to chop off his appendages using some nice-smelling chinese herb for the chopper and using Faiz as the chopping board? I assure you, andrew, if you read this, that i said it purely in jest. (evil grin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let us move on.&lt;br /&gt;Mahjong. Ah the wonderful game of luck, chance and skill, banned from this school. It is, and I'm sure others would sympathise, a complete tragedy, and a pity, no doubt. And rest assured, gambling never even entered my mind(okay, maybe it did, given that i just wrote what i just wrote, but I wouldn't do it unless on special occasions) Mahjong,as i have said, incorporates all the elements of a good, fun game. Luck, but also skill, and of course that indescribably pleasing feeling of the bang of tiles on the table when you "pong!", or the incessant clack of the tiles as you shuffle them together on the table, then the competition to see who stacks the tiles the fastest. Given that you can also gamble with poker cards, then why, may I ask, are poker cards allowed, but mahjong banned? Once again, its all these little quirks in the school rules that i can't seem to comprehend. For example, why only allow us to go home at 1pm when some people end much earlier(yes, I have heard the argument for this many times, or should I say, reason, for how can it be considered an argument when one cannot rebut?, and still I am unconvinced)Take 204, for example. Apparently on tusedays those who do not take humanities just have one one hour lesson in the morning, then that's it. No more classes. And so begins the long wait for the scared hour of 1 o'clock (yes i do agree that it's a mathematically beautiful number given that it is the first whole no., and the first concept of a number Man could comprehend, but still?)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, let me stop lamenting about seemingly useless school rules(I shall be open minded and say that they might have a valid reason  for these rules after all) (lie)&lt;br /&gt;Now let us move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This class. This class, as screwed up as it may be, I am sorely attached to. In fact, I should say that it is because that it is so screwed up that I am so sorely attached to it. After all you cannot find a class really like 202. With Marcus, Aris, Nicholas, Weishuen, Andrew etc. to give you a good laugh, and the way everyone seems to mix so well, regardless of race, language or religion (actuallly i meant gender), a class like 202 is really hard to find. If i had one word to describe it, it would be pure, simple, "fun". It is the fun that makes everyone at home, and it is the fun that makes everyone want to stay together. But, alas, the end of this year is drawing near, and with only one semester of time left together, I think i will take this opportunity to pay tribute to this crazy class with all its screwed up fun and laughter. *emotional part*  (lie) (but the rest of what i wrote was true XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let us move on.&lt;br /&gt;Quite suddenly I have run out of random matters to write about. A pity. I suppose this post would have to end prematurely. &lt;br /&gt;Ah, wait, I almost forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that Weishuen has a pot belly? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-7125609111433717556?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/7125609111433717556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=7125609111433717556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/7125609111433717556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/7125609111433717556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-matters.html' title='Random matters.'/><author><name>Jun Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14240978875766852306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-5859993722737710072</id><published>2009-06-01T09:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T09:22:52.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class :)</title><content type='html'>Okay, i'm back after a super duper long break from this uncooperative class.&lt;br /&gt;AND.&lt;br /&gt;okay, a few activities for this LONG holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Class shirt.&lt;br /&gt;My photoshop's back up so I'll continue with the design, if you guys have any other designs in mind, send them to me by email ; jeancjt@gmail.com.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I need u guys to check the blog daily since there's no other way to conduct a mass "discussion" if u get what I mean, I MIGHT be asking Ms Ng if I could use the contact tracing way to let u guys know of this, ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Class outing.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking if you guys want class outing w/ class shirt so.. yeah.. if any suggestions just inform me.&lt;br /&gt;And also, to make things easier, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEEEEEE tell me, NOW (by emailing, I don't check the tagboard, too much spam) if you are going overseas or unfree during a certain period.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Jean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And apologies for being inactive during the class outings the past times, :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-5859993722737710072?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25BDpltThns/TqOaLBEp2-I/AAAAAAAAAt0/ogAWAOpm6_0/s220/icon4b.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-9111456478028798450</id><published>2009-05-28T19:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T19:17:05.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-9111456478028798450?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/9111456478028798450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=9111456478028798450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/9111456478028798450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/9111456478028798450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/05/3.html' title=''/><author><name>Leon The Lawkeeper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08299810932070045204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-2297019362944074074</id><published>2009-05-27T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T18:47:35.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dead blog, man.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-sighs-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to whoever who reads this blog, send me the name of a song through msn. don't ask. or go read my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ZAk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-2297019362944074074?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/2297019362944074074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=2297019362944074074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/2297019362944074074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/2297019362944074074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/05/dead-blog-man.html' title=''/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-6402687771893125775</id><published>2009-05-20T17:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T17:04:39.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey guys, if you can read this, i'm too darn lazy to plan the class outing. either someone else do it, or don't have one. sry y'all =[&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~zak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-6402687771893125775?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/6402687771893125775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=6402687771893125775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/6402687771893125775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/6402687771893125775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey-guys-if-you-can-read-this-im-too.html' title=''/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-5022467928432497289</id><published>2009-05-18T22:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T21:37:02.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yo all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm bored already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLASS OUTING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tentative date is NEXT friday, 29th, at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(screw that. if you're reading this, my mum's getting me to sleep. just so you know, i haven't mentioned this to her yet &gt;&lt; can someone else do the organizing, cos i'm terrible at it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, if mrs oon, you're reading this...&lt;br /&gt;WE MISS YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~zak&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EDIT: PLEASE, SOMEONE ELSE, CAN YOU DO THE ORGANIZING?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;COS I'M BUSY NOW, PLANNING 2 MORE WITH MY EXCLASSMATES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PRETTY PLEASE?!?!?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-5022467928432497289?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/5022467928432497289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=5022467928432497289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/5022467928432497289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/5022467928432497289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/05/yo-all.html' title=''/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-6275936417061544238</id><published>2009-05-17T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T21:10:21.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YO WAHZZAP EVERYONE&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;actually i feel llike sleeping now, but i guess that's what caps lock is for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway. howdjya doing? bored to death yet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was thinking about a class outing (if ya actually reading this)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so? any ideas? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i say friday afternoon?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;msn me or sms me is u can. roughly 1 to... 7/8/9? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JACK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-6275936417061544238?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-2592190277585769982</id><published>2009-04-10T21:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T18:45:35.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;hey guys. i don't know how many people are reading this, but i'll go on and continue talking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i cried today. anyone in the class even seen me anywhere near that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;today was good friday. went to church, played table tennis, then helped carry like, 5 tables and countless chairs. -urrgh- was sweating like arms all shiny, jeans all half-soggy after that. anyway, after that, left to eat. when i came back, it was time for TGIGF!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOOT!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was totally awesome man, loud music, board games (trashing everyone in reversi) and so on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;then they screened a movie. christian one lah, i doubt many of y'all watched. its called lay it down, dam touching. cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well i gotta go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah, cya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-2592190277585769982?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/2592190277585769982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=2592190277585769982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/2592190277585769982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/2592190277585769982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-friday.html' title='good friday'/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-5445365609070330002</id><published>2009-04-02T20:53:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T21:42:49.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pics</title><content type='html'>lol, exams r over, and im bored. so...&lt;div&gt;PICCS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dZCcCK3PPl4/SdS-yVdKbII/AAAAAAAAADk/XGSK3bsDmrk/s1600-h/P4010844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dZCcCK3PPl4/SdS-yVdKbII/AAAAAAAAADk/XGSK3bsDmrk/s320/P4010844.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320086831793597570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Genius at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dZCcCK3PPl4/SdS-yLawOLI/AAAAAAAAADc/JyDYU9mif84/s1600-h/P4010861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dZCcCK3PPl4/SdS-yLawOLI/AAAAAAAAADc/JyDYU9mif84/s320/P4010861.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320086829099137202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, who could that be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dZCcCK3PPl4/SdS-x1H7nfI/AAAAAAAAADU/-KW6AO4uZFA/s1600-h/P4010871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dZCcCK3PPl4/SdS-x1H7nfI/AAAAAAAAADU/-KW6AO4uZFA/s320/P4010871.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320086823114612210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JQ rubbing the panda's... ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dZCcCK3PPl4/SdS-xsGYvuI/AAAAAAAAADM/7DBEAH-NEgI/s1600-h/P4010866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dZCcCK3PPl4/SdS-xsGYvuI/AAAAAAAAADM/7DBEAH-NEgI/s320/P4010866.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320086820692213474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IN CASE OF WAR RELIC, BREAK GLASS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dZCcCK3PPl4/SdS-xXlem4I/AAAAAAAAADE/MIZQ4J48ORs/s1600-h/P4010877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dZCcCK3PPl4/SdS-xXlem4I/AAAAAAAAADE/MIZQ4J48ORs/s320/P4010877.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320086815185476482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Panda's ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dZCcCK3PPl4/SdS89GBw63I/AAAAAAAAAC8/5KHCeR1eEeg/s1600-h/P4010841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dZCcCK3PPl4/SdS89GBw63I/AAAAAAAAAC8/5KHCeR1eEeg/s320/P4010841.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320084817607453554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG. MEGAGENIUS AT WORK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dZCcCK3PPl4/SdS88rbjYeI/AAAAAAAAAC0/O61LWIFjRQQ/s1600-h/P4010847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dZCcCK3PPl4/SdS88rbjYeI/AAAAAAAAAC0/O61LWIFjRQQ/s320/P4010847.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320084810467860962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another genius at work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dZCcCK3PPl4/SdS6Fa2RhjI/AAAAAAAAACs/GSmNcI_WRxg/s1600-h/P4010832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dZCcCK3PPl4/SdS6Fa2RhjI/AAAAAAAAACs/GSmNcI_WRxg/s320/P4010832.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320081662100473394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JQ and the panda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dZCcCK3PPl4/SdS5VntmN6I/AAAAAAAAACk/DWq-wOswVwo/s1600-h/P4010829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dZCcCK3PPl4/SdS5VntmN6I/AAAAAAAAACk/DWq-wOswVwo/s320/P4010829.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320080840920020898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... i shall not comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dZCcCK3PPl4/SdS42KF-H0I/AAAAAAAAACc/0_KVgYs4LtU/s1600-h/P3280820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dZCcCK3PPl4/SdS42KF-H0I/AAAAAAAAACc/0_KVgYs4LtU/s320/P3280820.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320080300393242434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;evening sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dZCcCK3PPl4/SdS4cab48II/AAAAAAAAACU/o4baj8gtMFk/s1600-h/P3280812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dZCcCK3PPl4/SdS4cab48II/AAAAAAAAACU/o4baj8gtMFk/s320/P3280812.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320079858103545986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whaddjya think. london eye ahr?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dZCcCK3PPl4/SdS4cMZV0tI/AAAAAAAAACM/yPLv_rhwQ1k/s1600-h/P3280783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dZCcCK3PPl4/SdS4cMZV0tI/AAAAAAAAACM/yPLv_rhwQ1k/s320/P3280783.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320079854334759634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;muhahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dZCcCK3PPl4/SdS3nm4WU2I/AAAAAAAAACE/PDSwhhTiWhc/s1600-h/P3280774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dZCcCK3PPl4/SdS3nm4WU2I/AAAAAAAAACE/PDSwhhTiWhc/s320/P3280774.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320078950911071074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;awesome~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dZCcCK3PPl4/SdS3nOaiiYI/AAAAAAAAAB8/02B6n52Jt38/s1600-h/P3210735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dZCcCK3PPl4/SdS3nOaiiYI/AAAAAAAAAB8/02B6n52Jt38/s320/P3210735.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320078944343591298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DOUBLE RAINBOW!~ AND SUNSET!~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dZCcCK3PPl4/SdS3nC4RGRI/AAAAAAAAAB0/dVdJr3gSM3g/s1600-h/P3210729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dZCcCK3PPl4/SdS3nC4RGRI/AAAAAAAAAB0/dVdJr3gSM3g/s320/P3210729.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320078941247052050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tht double rainbow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dZCcCK3PPl4/SdS2mtjlxjI/AAAAAAAAABs/dLmS97TTiOY/s1600-h/P3210733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dZCcCK3PPl4/SdS2mtjlxjI/AAAAAAAAABs/dLmS97TTiOY/s320/P3210733.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320077836011554354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;awesome sunset&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha. i shld bring my camera about more often sia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~zak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-5445365609070330002?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/5445365609070330002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=5445365609070330002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/5445365609070330002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/5445365609070330002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/04/pics.html' title='pics'/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dZCcCK3PPl4/SdS-yVdKbII/AAAAAAAAADk/XGSK3bsDmrk/s72-c/P4010844.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-6659830428233245398</id><published>2009-03-24T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T21:58:33.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wishlist</title><content type='html'>lol no one wants to revise chem with me. or noone i bothered to ask.&lt;div&gt;so, since im bored, i'll blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so... my wishlist:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.RED crumpler bag =] those stripey ones, red and orange. awesome~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.macbook pro with windows in it. (and anything near tablet-ish-ness, like touchscreeen or smth.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.grow closer to god. now im dam like, unfaithful. and worse than nick. not not worse than marcus lah. so let me start by saying: COME TO TGIGF!!! 10 april, 2-6 pm at my church. yay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.Lessons in oh-so-many things. parkour (its not what you think. its not monkeying around, its an art. google it and youll see how different it is frm what you think it is.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.capoiera (google it too)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.b-boying. dont ask.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.lockpicking. i can already do number locks, why not continue!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.MUSIC!!! drums, bass, vocals(arrgh) and guitar. lol thats alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.well theres more but i dont wanna tell y'all them. ok, cya'll tmrw. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;god bless for exams!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-6659830428233245398?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/6659830428233245398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=6659830428233245398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/6659830428233245398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/6659830428233245398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/03/wishlist.html' title='wishlist'/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-7114670398538631379</id><published>2009-03-22T20:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T20:47:30.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>short post</title><content type='html'>3 things. one, my day in church today. non-christians pls read on, cos i think its smth for you to think about too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my lifegroup leader got us to play this game. rules are:&lt;br /&gt;1.you must all squat down on your toes. toes touching floor only, no leaning. its meant to hurt. and keep ur eyes closed.&lt;br /&gt;2.when i tap you once, you say out all the rules.&lt;br /&gt;3.when i tap you twice, you stand up and keep ur eyes closed&lt;br /&gt;4.when i tap you thrice, you can do whatever you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when i was tapped 3 times, i nearly left the room. but then later when the game was over, he asked us all:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why didnt you tap each other thrice after i tapped y'all thrice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Its really smth we have to think about.&lt;br /&gt;are you tapping others once, twice, or thrice?&lt;br /&gt;think about it. i know im still at one and two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. To whoever in class who actually READS THIS BLOG, who wants to go to my church on good friday? interested sms me or msn me. i'll give u the details cos i forgot it for now. (everyones welcome, as far as i know.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.good luck for ur exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~zak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Build each other up, each other up, build each other up.&lt;br /&gt;encourage one another, and don't tear each other &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-7114670398538631379?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/7114670398538631379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=7114670398538631379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/7114670398538631379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/7114670398538631379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/03/short-post.html' title='short post'/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-4993978207642936006</id><published>2009-03-04T21:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T21:35:18.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CLASSTEE</title><content type='html'>ok, guys, u remember, today, wednesday, i was drawing in class and ms ng was telling me to stop?&lt;div&gt;ok, heres what a drew, (unfortunately, i didnt save one of my designs so... yeah.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BACK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dZCcCK3PPl4/Sa6CzSdN6FI/AAAAAAAAABU/uacEYkhkOPY/s400/ctbak+copy.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 172px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309324828355717202" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FRONT:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes, i know the colours dont match, i'll be redesigning it soon, according to what u guys choose. msn me what u think. sms oso can. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TYVM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~zak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-4993978207642936006?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/4993978207642936006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=4993978207642936006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/4993978207642936006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/4993978207642936006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/03/classtee.html' title='CLASSTEE'/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dZCcCK3PPl4/Sa6CzSdN6FI/AAAAAAAAABU/uacEYkhkOPY/s72-c/ctbak+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-6863999688173943847</id><published>2009-03-03T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T20:44:06.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this blog's been dead of posts for 1 month, damnit.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, this week was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pretty&lt;/span&gt; funny. well the week so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its like, how often do u get to see 2 ppl's bday one day apart, a student bringing pliers to school, finding a badminton racket head lying on the floor, SLI, chainsaws hacking up a tree, and a "war relic"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IN 2 DAYS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;man, that was an awesome week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now on wednesday, we're gonna be laptop-ing throughout the entire FPSP, and perhaps no maths.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woah, man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;next thing you know, they find another war relic DURING OUR EXAMS. and this ones about to... you know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;imagine, though. even better. we come to school, walk into class and see the walls all black, bloodstains in one side, windows all smashed, and... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, im getting abit weird now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;man, i wish every day of my life was like this. just minus the homework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-sighs-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;too bad life &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ISNT &lt;/span&gt;like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ah well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;hell yeah&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-6863999688173943847?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/6863999688173943847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=6863999688173943847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/6863999688173943847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/6863999688173943847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-blogs-been-dead-of-posts-for-1.html' title=''/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-8634576194517812320</id><published>2009-02-13T18:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T18:58:48.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want my life back.&lt;div&gt;like i said, shit happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in other random news, i wanna parkour... D;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-8634576194517812320?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/8634576194517812320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=8634576194517812320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/8634576194517812320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/8634576194517812320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-want-my-life-back.html' title=''/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-5455768428895963773</id><published>2009-02-12T23:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T23:22:29.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>Havent posted in ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now who's that nihilist who keeps ranting about shit in our lives. I mean, of course we shit. We shit to survive man. If there was no such thing as shit we'd all be dead. We'd die from all the toxic waste that our body produces.Be thankful for shit. Shit is an essential part of our lives. You're abnormal if you don't shit. So stop ranting about shit as if it's a bad thing. Shit is good for you. Shit makes the world go round man. This world would be nothing without shit.&lt;br /&gt;And if you feel that you've got enough shit that you can stand for one day, just reach for the toilet paper on chen ge's table. You know what wonders wang bo's essence can do.&lt;br /&gt;Love shit.&lt;br /&gt;Shit is life.&lt;br /&gt;Shit is for life.&lt;br /&gt;That's what friends are for; to eat your shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a shitty day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-5455768428895963773?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/5455768428895963773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=5455768428895963773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/5455768428895963773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/5455768428895963773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/02/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>Jun Qi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14240978875766852306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-9132054340109456330</id><published>2009-02-10T22:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T22:40:01.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit happens.</title><content type='html'>While straing at the moon just now, smth struck me. We all live our innocent, simple lives, so freely until shit happens. When it does, you realize you've been a selfish asshole who took life and it's luxuries for granted. Until, again, shit happens. When it does, it's shocking how much we can just assume always is ours. People come in and out of our lives so fast. It's already week... 5 or 6. There goes another fourty-odd days we got together. Cherish them, cos you don't know the next time shit's gonna hit the fan. All I want to say is. Life sucks. Bear with it, that's what friends are for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-9132054340109456330?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/9132054340109456330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=9132054340109456330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/9132054340109456330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/9132054340109456330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/02/shit-happens.html' title='Shit happens.'/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-7884619011096781521</id><published>2009-02-10T21:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T21:24:48.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>full moon tonight.</title><content type='html'>-moon madness-&lt;div&gt;ppl staare at the sun setting but im staring at the moon rising.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its just...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mezmerizing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~zak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-7884619011096781521?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/7884619011096781521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=7884619011096781521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/7884619011096781521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/7884619011096781521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/02/full-moon-tonight.html' title='full moon tonight.'/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900598949586305601.post-2719230145987495425</id><published>2009-02-08T19:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T22:31:08.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tamil Festival Thaipusam</title><content type='html'>Today is the Hindu Thaipusam festival(correct me if I'm wrong). People below my house (both Indians and other races) had been dancing, singing and marching 4km across Little India on the road since yesterday's evening and continuously still today(about 24hours non-stop). I am amazed about how much energy is used in celebrations and I had acctually joined these people for about 20 minutes. The interesting thing is that there were people putting colorful decorations which were about 2 metres tall on their heads. Just imagine how it would be like if lots and lots of people were dancing, singing and marching below your house on the road for about 4km 24hours non-stop and with colorful decorations which are about 2 metres tall on their heads. It's a very interesting festival.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8900598949586305601-2719230145987495425?l=m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/feeds/2719230145987495425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8900598949586305601&amp;postID=2719230145987495425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/2719230145987495425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8900598949586305601/posts/default/2719230145987495425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m08102-pwnzor.blogspot.com/2009/02/tamil-festival-thaipusam.html' title='Tamil Festival Thaipusam'/><author><name>Saparmurat Niyazov</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184882919415190008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
