IT'S TIME!!!!

i don't care if i sound lame...... THE NEW YEAR IS COMING!!! can u believe that it's been exactly 1year since most of us met each other for the first time??? remember 30th dec last year was the 1st time most of us met each other while preparing to go to temasek jc for orientation?? hmm....time does bloody fly fast... U guys are seniors now!!!! haha....sorry...no more acting like idiots,u guys are serious,mature ppl that the juniors look up to... yeah right...= p oh well...all the best for next year u guys!!!! hope u all hv a smashing new year!!!! look ahead with strength n confidence!! we all will be having a tough next year but u will survive!! yes!!work hard,hv fun,enjoy each other's company....treasure the laughter n the fun moments!!! love u all very very very much.....HAPPY NEW YEAR 2005!!!! (not yet....but soon....) ps: do u think the juniors will organize their very own new year party? or was it jz us....? hmm.... pps: i'm so glad the war is over...finally... ppps: PLS TAKE TIME TO PRAY FOR THE MANY PPL WHO HV BEEN AFFECTED BY THE TSUNAMI N EARTHQUAKE.THE DEATH TOLL IS STILL RISING. N IT'S NOT THE END.SOME OF U KNOW WAT I MEAN-PLS PRAY...THKS.

Merry Christmas

Who was the most ridiculous participant of the war?

Guys, I've checked it out and I'll say this: It can't be done. There is just too much work for us to set up a proper forum. Unless someone is dedicated enough to try figure out how and learn all the programming then actually do the programming... I don't think so. So I guess we'll have to do a make-shift forum here. Let's see how many people actually log in over the next week to discuss this: Who was the most ridiculous participant of the war? Comments please, people. Remember, if you have no account, log in as malaysean, password weijian to post or comment temporarily while we get you invited.

A New Path

All of us with nothing better to do than visiting this page repeatedly, praying for new posts every click of the Refresh button will agree that this blog is dying. Not dead, since there are some posts every now and then. But definitely dying. It is time to move away from the blog format of this site. The reasons should be obvious. The blog format is not meant to hold this many contributors. And more importantly, I highly doubt we're really interested in knowing what we're all doing everyday yet; that's for when our scholarships end next year. No, while we're still together, that should be reserved for amphitheater congregations. This site should be for something else. Entertainment. I'm sure we all enjoyed the war while it lasted. It was funny in a retarded kind of way and the major contributors certainly enjoying retarding themselves to gain that extra edge over the retardness of their opponents. I see a new kind of war, fought over many battlefronts, where everyone can participate. I see... a forum. Yes, think about it! A forum with multiple threads, each with a different topic of discussion like "Why is Andrew Tan so gay?" and "Alex = Gideon = Goldilocks. Do you agree?" Entertaining and open to participation. I like it. And I look forward to arguing why Alex = Gideon = Goldilocks. There is one problem with this. The site administrator will have quite a bit of work getting a forum software and somehow integrating it into the site. If the forum site is to be mugtab, then said administrator would be Ben Ben. Is Ben Ben willing to do this work? Serve the Malaysean community as forum admin? Spend the time tweaking this place? I don't know. Only Ben Ben can volunteer. Then there's the question of the site itself. We haven't exactly tested blogspot's compatibility with the forum software. That means we'll either: a) integrate the forum software in seamlessly b) fail and be forced to find a non-blogspot site to host the forum If Outcome b occurs, we'll have to find a server that will be able to hold the forum data size. And we'll have to get some really inconvenient url. Like geocities.com/feedingtime/ilikecarrot/hahaha/mugtab.html. Not fun. Of course, some of you are asking, Why don't we just convert the blog in a sort of pseudo-forum? We can. But the problem is a matter of live and dead threads, which means which threads are still being posted to and which have died. Proper forum software automatically bumps recently updated threads to the top and lets dead ones sink to the bottom. So we'll know which threads to read and post to rather than checking each one for updates. The blog system would organize threads by the time the first post was made. As you can suspect, a topic like "Why Alex = Gideon" can last rather long, especially when we go off topic and start pulling in other people. Even if a thread I made yesterday was still alive and kicking, it'd still be buried under all the threads made after it. You can see the problem of organization and presentation here. So. I leave it to you to decide. Please leave your comments within this post itself by commenting on the post. I know it's easier to comment through the tagboard, but as I said on Elaine's blog, if we want to have a discussion that'll help make the new mugtab better, then the damn comments had better not disappear halfway... as it does on the tagboard. What tagboard? Oh. If you would scroll to the bottom of the page... yes, it's there. Feeding Time, you still haven't edited your post to stop that damned link from invading the tagboard area.

Penguins of Anarchy and Feeding Time to the Rescue of Penguin Feeding Time!!!

I must say that the motley posts that have been posted following the peace announcement have been rather amusing. However, I think that I can up the ante a little. I was browsing through the CNN website while I was bored at work today and I read this most disturbing and shocking piece of news here. It's entitled "Iceberg Threat to Penguin Chicks". I must say that when I first saw the headline, I chuckled to myself thinking that even if I don't try to wage war on the ridiculously stupid penguins that Mother Nature would finish the job for me. Then, I read the report and I was shocked, dismayed and angered. Here's an excerpt: " Tens of thousands of Antarctic penguin chicks could starve to death in the next few weeks as a huge iceberg blocks access to coastal feeding grounds, a New Zealand official has said. " Not only does this awful iceberg threaten the penguins, it will destroy FEEDING TIME for tens of thousands of them. Feeding time is a time for enjoyment and fun with friends and family while nourishing your body as well as your mind! This iceberg threatens sacred FEEDING TIME for tens of thousands of these penguins chicks who have barely experienced life. It's not their fault that they were born as penguins. All manner of life on Earth is entitled to the joy of FEEDING TIME. Such being the case, the Nihilistic Penguin and myself will mount a rescue mission. We intend to fly to Antartica and blow the stinking 3000km square iceberg to smithereens. How we're going to accomplish that without anything short of ten nuclear warheads is another matter. Byran, as team commander declared that our expedition would go first and think later. We plan to board the jet for the iceberg as soon as our sinister work attachment ends this week. Nothing will stand in our way!!! (except perhaps the biggest floating object the world has ever seen)

freakie...

WHEN THE EYES TEAR

Its an EYESOREEEEE!!!!!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh………..no no no…….not only this blog…..really, my eyes hurt like hell. Maybe its because I came back at 4.30 AM last night, after 2 hours of nutcase jamming with my former band members….yeap….so we came out of the stinking malay studio, bodies drenched, eardrums fried, fingers peeling…..u get the drift. Yeah , we came out at around 3 AM, then we went to drink at the mamak store below the studio for the 4th time that night….muahahahah , something you will never be able to find in Singapore, other than that lousy copycat place called Chinatown where u can get nice blackpepper crabs for $25! BYRAN LETS GO GET CRABS! Ahhhh…..there’s another thing that is an eyesore to me. Picture this……trying ever so hard to get connected to the internet using the Zaman Hang Tuah punya dail up connection; waiting so damn long making your parents think that you’re staring at some naked girl on screen or you have simply nothing else better to do but to play minesweeper; finally getting connected; a strange golden pop up emerges out of nowhere with the label Symantec (for those of u who don’t know, it’s the company that sells Norton Anti-Virus) warning you that your computer has been infected by the BLOODHOUND virus (god knows what the hell that is) and that the damn anti-virus can’t get rid of it anyway, so its basically telling you that your com is screwed. And guess what? That’s not the end of it…..you can’t log onto messenger, you can’t load hotmail, you can’t open any friggin’ website for that matter, you can however, gain access to http://www.amature.freegayspace.com/vids GREAT!!!! Superb!!! so for me, tonight is a very special night cause not only do I get a glimpse of naked men bonkin’ each other, I also get to blog. Anyway, tomorrow I’ll be meeting up with Sophia, Sue Li, Carynl, Ben Ben, EEEElaine and maybe Yee Kiat to celebrate the nenek’s bday….together with Sophia of course, but she doesn’t know that yet. I don’t even know the time of meeting but who gives a shit anyway right? They’ll tell me sooner or later. As for the so called war…..the ending part was really damn pathetic. I seriously stopped fighting cause it was so damn repetitive and all…..but my my…..I didn’t expect to get a praising from Andrew the God Almighty Pereira! Whoa……I’m really flattered. Your posts were great, Feeding Time, although I must admit that I didn’t understand half of it due to your Whitby-like vocab capacity. Oh well….everything is over now, so back we go to our boring shitty and mundane lives…… As for me…..I get to surf gay porn. Adios people!

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Could I Have the Bill, Please?

War weariness has finally overcome me. As I type this, I feel the invigoration that seized my body in the early days of my crusade seep out of my muscles. I can continue this farce of a war no longer. Due to the lack of response and active participation of all Malayseans, the grand crusade was soon enervated and the penguin's and my efforts to inject life into the then dying blog were in vain. I will not even bother to grace the parting shots by the feathered fools with a response. Especially the duck's taunts. Vincent, in all honesty, you talked a whole lot but said very little. Kim, I appreciate a good nemesis. You were amusing sometimes but that "kutu" and "bersekutu" thing was really hilarious. I couldn't stop laughing after reading that one. Byran, I can only say that you were a most worthy foe. An enemy who kept me on my toes and whom I enjoyed verbally sparring with tremendously. I have failed in my mission to bring enjoyment to my fellow Malayseans. Frankly, I agree whole-heartedly with Byran, this has gotten banal and trite. I cannot continue. The buffet of insipid food and ambience has finished. Everyone has had their fill of roast poultry and sauteed mushrooms. Feeding time is over. Now, could I please have the bill? The meal's on me.

It Haunts Me

As we enter the last week of this blog's Golden Age, let us reflect on the events of the past month. Let us settle our differences and grievances now that we have brought them to light after a year of slow boiling. Let us agree that this war was a well entertaining gladiatorial battle in a digital colosseum. And let us all get our heads checked. After intentionally goading Elaine to post (which I actually couldn't have cared less if you hadn't haha) and declaring war against my former ally Vincent, I have a confession to make. I cannot continue. I end my participation in this war for the reason of complete boredom. When I read our last few posts ever since we brought up the dying state of the war, I just cannot think of anything to say. Nothing at all. Kim Ong nailed it when he said the recent posts were eyesores. They are. There is none of the passionate acid our posts used to have. Without that passion, how are we supposed to be inspired to write more nonsense and post? Heck, even now I don't know what to write. No mood whatsoever, as compared to my past posts when the words just came out in bursts of wild howling. Having now bored all the fans of this war with my tired words, I now declare myself to have left the battlefield in search of a new distraction. I can see it. It haunts me. The Gate to Fairyland. I MUST FIND IT! MWAHAHAHAHA!!!

My visit to the doctor's

I went to the doctor today for consultation. Wanted to find out if I really need a full check-up since I've been experiencing chest pains and palpitations on several occasions while I was in Singapore. Also, I was have these weird throat infections near my tonsils. It was kind of weird because I was not sick at the time of consultation, right? Anyway, Dr. Hew checked my temperature, my throat, my pulse, listened to my heart and lungs. Everything was normal. Then she tested my reflexes. Super funny!! And then looked at me. "Bulging eyes.. and your neck looks swollen" Ah, so insulted!!! My eyes have always, always bulged! I don't want it.. But I could not react sensitively right? Then my mother started talking about my eye bags! Wah! Cukup melukakan hati! "But she has a small frame.. so it is deceiving. Her neck might not really be swelling" So my neck is out of proportion now? "Are you losing weight?" I wish!! "Always hungry?" Ya.. because Chinese High's food always sucks.. and i end up not eating much! But of course, the answer was no. "Hmm.. then there are no clinical symptoms found to suspect you have thyroid illnesses.." Phew.. Thank GOD!!!!! But I am stressed out in Singapore. It is more than obvious. I try very much not to think about work. Not to worry. But my body resistance has always been low. Maybe I have been pampered. I can't lack sleep. And it doesnt help that I am irritable.. sigh. So I hope to be able to cope better next year. OK.. I shall not start worrying =) P.S.>THIS has NOTHING at all to do with the war. Unless it suggests that the war started out of stress. I am just fulfilling my obligation as a Malaysean to post here. Besides, it is the weekends, so FT and the penguin do not have excess time at their desks in the office to blog=)

The Mystery of the Clutch

My dear fellow Malayseans, I am here today to tell you all about the CLUTCH . Yes, the humble, lowly left pedal of the car. I'm going to tell you all about how it's OVERWORKED and UNDERAPPRECIATED. Firstly. When do we use the clutch? When we change the gear, and when we step unto the brakes and before we stop right? What happens if we don't, then? The car stalls. Right? Now that was exactly what happened to me today during my driving lesson. I'm rushing my lessons to take the test on the 28th morning right before i go back to "our beloved place of study". By the way. I saw Teck Leong driving up the hill today. He's fast. I've only done the routes and parking. Anyway. Back to the mystery of the clutch. I've never been an avid fan of the clutch. For one, i don't know exactly what it does and how it is "ever so important" as my instructor keeps informing me. I have no idea what happens under all that steel of the front carbody. So I assume it "holds unto the gear" as my instructor tells me. And under that wrong assumption i use the clutch during the parking lesson for an entire hour. And for the rest of the lessons anyway. But today. Curiousity got the better of me when i stalled twice, once at the traffic light and another in front of my house. (Boy was that embarassing) And I really didn't know why i stalled. I knew it was because i didn't press the clutch all the way down, but what's the logic behind it? Thus. I went on a quest to seek for enlightenment on this frustrating issue (more like to find out why i'm not as good behind the wheel as i should be by now). And voila! This site told me all about it. "The clutch disc is actually a plate that connects the engine to the wheels. In a car, you need a clutch because the engine spins all the time and the car wheels don't. In order for a car to stop without killing the engine, the wheels need to be disconnected from the engine somehow. The clutch allows us to smoothly engage a spinning engine to a non-spinning transmission by controlling the slippage between them. When your foot is off the pedal, the springs push a pressure plate against the clutch disc, which in turn presses against the flywheel(on the engine). This locks the engine to the transmission input shaft, causing them to spin at the same speed." Duh! So when you press the clutch pedal right before you stop, you actually disconnect the engine from the wheels so that even when the brake stops the wheels, the engine's still on. (and not stall, in my case) And when you start off you gotta let go of the clutch slowly and not suddenly cause when you jerk it away suddenly, the engine will die off before even having the chance to run smoothly! And. we should step on the clutch pedal all the way instead of halfway cause allowing it to slip against the flywheel (on engine) will cause it to wear off faster! SO as we all see, the clutch is indeed an overworked and underappreciated component of the car. WOw. Are we all enlightened or what? NOTE: this post is republished in www.lavished.blogspot.com under my directions. Cheers. Have a nice day!

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Foul wingless avian! May the Great Duck Above and Below have your pitiful feathers for this sacriledge. To war against the flightless mongrels we go my brethren! Forward DUCKS, to war we go! A public message brought to you from the Ministry of Duck1e Information

It's FEEDING TIME!!! Anyone wants some roast duck? Welcome to the Duck Side of the Farce!!!

I dream of fish...

First and foremost, we avians will never make peace with warm furry mammals, all glory to the Mighty Bird Above. The absolute horror of even suggesting that such a travesty can EVEN occur. *shudders* So... Beware all you innocents. Beware of the subversive speech made by such despicable mammals. Beware of their vile words for it is the very cornerstone of their acts of tyrany. Let this fact be known once and for all; Any being who is an obstacle to the path of Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of a Polar Bear-less World will be at the mercy of the Avian Alliance. And that also means ZOPFAN. No more of your seditious lies! With that said and done with... Submit to the rule of the Avian Alliance. May fish be forever bountiful for the Great Mighty Bird Above. p.s.: We really need to plan a proper Dakun Tour. Need to get new initiates. And yes... there's too much pee all over this place already. p.p.s.: The state of your machines of war (i.e. comps) is pathetic. They are falling apart even before your foes get to laugh at you. Aaaaaaaa... A public message brought to you by: Ministry of Duck1e Information

My Jelly Toes (Part II)

This is what i meant to write about a couple of hours ago before i decided that i should first defend my rights as an innocent Malaysean. Ever had that feeling of tensing and pulling up your every muscle in your body, imagining squeezing out every mililitre of intra and inter cellular fluid out of your cells, and then locking your body in that position for a whole hour? Straightening your legs like you can't no more, as you concentrate on "tummy in, buttocks in, pull up, chin up" while your entire body piles its weight unto that teeny weeny 15cm square of area under it? Ever felt the fatigue so strong that both your knees go weak (no kidding...this is really bad), your calves practically scream for a rest, your toes go numb with pain, yet you know it's still only the beginning? Ever been en pointe? FInally picked up my pointe shoes today to practise for the first time since a month ago. SOO happpeee! =) ... Mind over body what... P/S: Jelly toes are the jelly bands you put around your toe to cushion it. very expensive for such simple things.

My jelly toes

I am here to answer my call from the 'biggest bird above' (may his beak be fed with fish?) to inject some life into this blog. Yes, it is indeed the wrong time to do so as both our working-and-yet-actively-posting-members are now off for the weekend. And they would probably have less pretend-to-be-at-work-hours to spare. None, i assume. But here i am! despite it being dinner time and everyone's ready to eat downstairs but i'm still up here slaving away at this given task of mine. And i admit to being so careless so as to promise byron to post something which i, of course, didn't do last night. The three reasons that i submit to the war-ing parties to analyse and discuss, regarding my igonorance in doing my part as a fellow malaysean to post something last night here are: 1. HELLO? DIAL-up. Kita punya darlin' internet provider, TMnet, isn't very trustworthy, as everyone knows, is it? 2. My laptop's behaving weirdly. I keep having these annoying pop-ups telling me that my 'search for online gambling' has yielded so much results. I mean, elaine? gambling? hello? Plus. The spyware thingy carynl is talking about. I have it too. Plus trojan infections and porn advertisements(yeap, me?) and other what nots every other minute. Grrr... It's really annoying, and i can't get rid of it. 3. The very action of me delaying my post was part of my brilliant scheme to contribute drama to this blog community. I'm sacrificing my neutral stand in all the wars and sending myself right unto the frontlines of this battefield by merely doing my part to entertain the crowd. I suppose everyone's gonna declare war against me now?

Being A Pain In The Ass

The recent posts were a real eye-sore. They were so boring, mundane and a total waste of precious time to those who foolishly read them thinking that they will be amused. (Forget the wasting time part ‘cause that’s what this whole blog is about anyway) Sad case sad case. The situation has been worsened by the utter lack of response from the peacemaking (lovemaking) gay panda which intervened in the great battle between the buluman and The Great Three. Where are you panda? Sucking bamboo sticks with other pandas in China? Where is your initial ‘enthu-ness’ of posting cheap photoshopped beastiality pictures that are suited for hard cover editions of Playboy? And that whole yoga-scorpion-pose crap that totally wasted 7X10 cm worth of blog space. I suggest posting a picture of you doing that in spandex. That will definitely give your post more class and up its entertainment value and not to mention blow the faggot meter that you might have blown up already. Scorpion poses do not attract members of the opposite sex. As for Elaine, we are also watching you. Our sources have informed us that you are associated to the panda mastermind. Tell us; is it too difficult for both of you to type in that angelic scorpion pose? Use your tongue dear. If u need help just pinch the panda. ZOPFAN must go down. No matter what the pose! Feeding Time, you have no association with the Bulu Burung Bersekutu, even if you have kutu. There is no peace between us, there never has been. Your backstabbing words towards your alleged panda ally have made us wary of any form of peace that you wish to form with us. You may however, fill up the PISS application form together with a passport sized photograph of a gorilla and a drop of yellow (Colour Code 0618) urine. Stamping services are not provided. With that settled, I would like to propose that we have a JTS with the upcoming juniors that are about to suffer 2 years of rotten sardine for dinner, puncturing their heads with barbed wire, curfews, laundry chits and Sharon Phua. May the Big Bird Above watch over them as their little birds do. However, I have not specified WHAT their supposed to spend their first few Sing dollars for, but I’m sure my penguin brother has some idea as to what I’m blabbering about. We must act fast, fellow Year 2’s! (Yes, yes, except the painful truth of life) For it is in their first week in Singapore that they will be willing to utilise MOE’s cash reserves for pure rubbish. I await the planning of the Dakun Tour ’05 in anticipations…… p.s: the yellow gives the blog a fresh feel, don't u think? and its not peel fresh.

Utopia

I am not your friend, tyrant! The Penguins of Anarchy fight for Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of a Polar Bear-less World, and you stand in our way and have stood in our way since the time of the First Egg in the Snow. And we are not the Bane of Artic Fish. If we were, we'd have exterminated the white fur coats already! Our dream is to bring about a new Ice Age, to cool a pathway for us to waddle and swim from the South Pole to the North! You stand in the way of this bridge, Feeding Time. For that, no matter what new enemies of the Biggest Bird Above, May His Beak Be Fed With Fish, may appear to foil our frosty flappers, you will always be our enemy. There is no compromise. None, you hear me! Hence you are wrong about the end we seek! We do not seek peace with you, furry fleabag. We seek the coming of a new Ice Age that will seal the war for Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of a Polar Bear-less World! And when we have subjugated the accursed polar bears, we will sacrifice them all to complete the ultimate mission of the Penguins of Anarchy: to manifest the Biggest Bird Above in this mortal plane! May His Beak Be Fed With Fish! Once the Biggest Bird Above, May His Beak Be Fed With Fish, manifests his terrifying powers and unites all avians in destroying the hideous abominations called "governments", we will have complete and absolute freedom! No long will paltry "laws" hold us back from our full potential! Every human and penguin will have the right to "Do Whatever You Want If You Can Do It." Individual power and influence will not be suppressed by artificial restrictions. It is Utopia! P.S. The Secret Banana Trade Agreement is still on. Were you satisfied with the recent transaction? There's still more where that came from.

A Plea for Help and a Word of Caution...

I take great offence to being paragoned to the likes of the worshipper of the divine dodo. How dare Carynl imply that I have anything in common with penguin boy whose goals include “Anarchy”, “ The Destruction of the Chains of Reason” and, the horror, “A Polar Bearless World”! The only thing that the bird-brain has in common with me is the mutual horror we felt when you said that we were alike. I stand for the evergreen values of “Order”, “Logic”, and “ The Preservation of The Endangered Polar Bears”. He is my antipode but we are united in our objection against your hurtful, inconsiderate and dangerous comments. The Bane of Arctic Fish and I have been attempting to reinvigorate this blog by sacrificing our precious office time and fighting each other so that the blood we spilt would fertilise and breathe life into the dry and cracked earth of this blog. Our efforts were in vain and obviously not appreciated by the likes of Carynl who expressed gladness at the end of the war meant to end all wars. Since the end of the great wars, we have chosen peace and chosen to work together with those who called for peace to rebuild this home of ours. Regarding the cowardly, monotone epitome of the saying “ all brawn and no brains”, I extended my hand in friendship and support but he chewed on it like so much bamboo by refusing to reply and to be involved in mediating. We live in a different world. 30/11 has changed the landscape of this blog. Even as I stand on this new, enervated, terrain that has been devastated by the strife of 3 great crusades, the creature that sought peace by insulting both sides by posting of unnatural interspecies intimacy has yet to assist in the reconstruction process. The panda sought peace by taking the middle path and attacking both sides. The peacemaker’s betrayal did not go unnoticed but it was paid little attention by the warring factions. Now that the two combatants have agreed to disagree peacefully, the seeker of peace has left us in the lurch while we rebuild. Show your fat, furry face or we will be forced to see what we can do about putting pandas back on the endangered list. Elaine, allow me to express my concern about your condition and my relief when you discovered it wasn’t serious. However, my warm, fuzzy feelings end there. You reneged on your word to help rebuild this blog for the good of all Malayseans by posting something new! You, one of the most experienced in the building of blogs have turned you crooked back on us! I thought that as a peace loving and creative dancer/photographer/model/architect/ future leader of Singapetalpore, you would lend us your hand in our hour of need. I am now disillusioned and dejected. My dreams of a great new blog have disappeared like a ballerina in a link, frilly tutu piroutte-ing of the stage. My flightless, feathered friend. I agree that we live in perilous times. Desperate times call for desperate measures. A time may come in the near future when we may be called upon to resort to that which is the opposite of what we seek. We may have to choose a means that is at odds with the ends we seek… if you get my drift. Peace and the rebuilding of this blog is our ultimate goal but we need the support of all Malayseans. Dissidents who seek to subvert this noble end, beware…

Gate to Fairyland

I protest the proposition that the tyrant Feeding Time and I are similar! We are not! We are the antithesis of each other and that is the very reason the Biggest Bird Above, May His Beak Be Fed With Fish, decreed from the time of the First Egg in the Snow that this will be conflict to the end because there can only be one Lord of Darkness: the black-backed Penguins of Anarchy or the black-furred Feeding Time. This war celebrates the complete diametrical opposition of our philosophies, its very lack of similarity! Feeding Time espouses the ancient, obsolete philosophies of such madness as "Order", "Logic" and "Tyranny", the same beliefs the Biggest Bird Above has denounced and outlawed for their seditious and corrupting influence, May His Beak Be Fed With Fish. The Penguins of Anarchy instead uphold the icy pillars of our faith: Chaos, Insanity and Freedom. We believe it is the inviolable right of every human and penguin to Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of a Polar Bear-less World. We are as different as can be, and everyone knows it. The Panda however is a different story. As of now, he has only contributed three posts in this war which only served to inflame rather than calm the fires of war: his sudden emergence speech, his propaganda pamphlet and a cryptic picture of what appears to be a man experiencing great confusion with the correct way to stand. By meddling with the war and attempting to create an interspecies sexual haven with his blatantly obvious actions, he has raised our combined ire. And the coward still REFUSES TO RESPOND! The ultimatum still stands: disrobe now or be disrobed, Yogi Panda. You have no choice. Against the combined forces of Tyranny and Freedom, the only ally you have left is obviously Nudity. P.S. I would like to add that Elaine promised me a post last night just as Carynl did. Carynl posted. Elaine did not. As we all should know by now unless you haven't been following the war (traitor!), Feeding Time and I have to spend our day at the office, locked in either states of Working or Pretending to Work. Our only reprieve from such maddening monotony is the blog. Sick of reading our own writing and the same accusations being flung over and over again, we've been impatiently awaiting new posts from other people to yell about and find new causes to fight with each other. When these did not appear, apathy and boredom defeated our efforts at self-entertainment and thus opened the Gate to Fairyland where the Black Widow SP is nice and Chinese High Boarding School food tastes fantastic. We have since discovered the location of the Gate to Fairyland. It is obviously not here. Elaine, you're in trouble. P.P.S. Feeding Time, with such antagonism rising again and the prospects of war rising with every second I still refuse to spend on the Maths Vacation Package, we better start thinking of new ways to wage war. We cannot be bound to pre-30/11 thinking anymore.

gosh, i havent been online for such a long time due to virus n spyware attacks. i'm just glad everyhting's okay now and i can finally blog again. i saw long entries, especially from the bird. and a lot of interesting pics. but i regret i didnt manage to read all the entries, would have been more entertaining. but i must say, i'm glad the war is ending. although i enjoyed reading those arguments like a novel. the bird and feeding time wrote i must say have great command of the english language, and that only adds to the entertainment value. and the panda who tried to be smart, surprisingly, used a foreign language pretty well. but he tried to be smart. sigh.. this makes me think.. the bird and feeding time. they are actually similiar in many ways right? yet, they fight. so i think what i once heard from a friend is, perhaps, true.. 'one hates another that resembles himself in character' so often, we try to be someone else. someone different, so as not to be boring and, maybe, predictable. we become people we are not. or, at least, we do try to become. so when, by fate or chance, we come accross one who reminds us of our faulty selves, we loathe him, dislike him, spite him. or mayb, we see a person who tries to be the one we are trying to be. and so we hate him. because he's threathening our chance to be special! to be unique in the eyes of our peers.. is this the case? only the bird knows. only feeding time knows. maybe the panda, if he is lucky, he might know. because in his many attempts to be smart, he might actually guess one thing right someday. and i wish him all the best in that. maybe he should avoid yellow taxis...

I'm lovin' it!

Ages

My goodness it's been ages since I posted anything that didn't have something to do with the war but... HUGO IS COMING BACK!!! He'll be back from December 16 to 22. Then he'll come back again on January 1. I think he's staying here to study though the damn Fishie didn't give me specifics.

A public service message brought to you from the Ministry of Duck1e Information.

The End to a Great War?

It is with profound regret that I must agree with the tyrant Feeding Time on the dying state of this war. After all the blood and sore typing fingers, this war deserves to end with a blast, not a disillusioned sigh. I for one would like nothing better than to continue on a course of brutal warfare for Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of a Polar Bear-less World in the name of the Biggest Bird Above, May His Beak Be Fed With Fish. But as Feeding Time and I discussed in our secret communiques, the war has become a tiresome thing. Every day is an increasingly uninspired and indifferent back-and-forth between the two of us, with my various allies chipping in with cryptic State of the Union addresses that frighten even me. We thought the entrance of the foolish Pacifist Panda would enliven the war but the bamboo brain is refusing to respond to either of us. Probably because he has already gone to China to find his compatriots. And some hot panda action. Which leaves us here, wondering what else can we accuse each other of that we haven't already said four or five times already with an attached signature phrase to personalize our warcries. Over the past weeks since our work attachments started and we found ourselves with too much time to waste on blogging instead of the obscenely-named Vacation Package, this blog has become a battleground of almost solely the Bulu Burung Bersekutu, the tyrant Feeding Time, and the Zone Of Pandas Frolicking At Newton (note: it's not really frolicking), with some interesting side dishes from Ben Ben. No one else posted anything else to add to the entertainment. Sure, there were a few posts from Elaine, Sophia and Weijian and anyone else I forgot. But these were personal posts and not entertainment posts. In the end it was mainly Feeding Time and I, with some backup from Kim Ong and Vincent. So unless this gets more interesting, which I highly doubt since we're all largely rational and logical people who'd never completely lose it to the point where they'd post meaningless, nonsensical entries into this blog, albeit hilariously funny and amusing entries, then this blog will be dying back to its previous boring incarnation. Even my sporadic Photoshops can't save it from its own deadness, though we must all recognize that this whole war was sparked off because of a Photoshopped picture of Feeding Time, which only a privileged few have had the pleasure and horrible trauma of gazing upon (Kim Ong, Vincent, Xing Loong, Ben Ben, Sophia, Sue Li, and myself), causing Xing Loong to carelessly alert Feeding Time to our shenanigans on the blog where he mistook the non-Photoshopped picture of his highly amusing yet blood-curdling expression to be The Picture we were all so worked up about. So until someone posts something to change the downward spiral of the blog into its grave of abject boredom and monotony, I think we can all resign ourselves to fondly reminiscing over how much fun this war has been and how actively we all posted here. I'm sure that will be one of the very few bright moments in the history of this blog. P.S. It's not about quantity, it's about quality and my banana always tastes heavenly. P.P.S. I'll show you my ripe, engorged fruits anytime you want to have your Feeding Time, Feeding Time.

Charting a Course for the Continued Entertainment of all Malayseans!

Finally the formerly pea-brained penguin has come to his senses. I also eagerly await a mutually beneficial arrangement to increase the entertainment factor of this blog without having to resort to any further brainless claptrap. I admit that I found our repartees rather amusing in the beginning but I'm afraid to say that the novelty has worn off. Currently, I can think of no further course of action we can take to make the blog more stimulating. Perhaps you can suggest something. Alternatively, we can just wait for a response from the placid monotone herbivore before setting in motion the plan we discussed last night in your room. (That sounds so wrong) In the interim, I would like to say that in my opinion, the psychotic duck is a whole lot of hot air. All talk and no action. I have yet to see any evidence of his contribution to his allies in any of the wars they have waged against me. Instead, I see a smattering of posts with plenty of psych and no substance. Surely you can do better than rattle off inverted gibberish ala Yoda. ( For those of you who do not understand me, I refer you to his last post) Impressed, I am not. Disgust and contempt, do I feel. A challenge, I hereby issue. En guarde! P.S. Byran, twenty "tandan" should do P.P.S. Before I purchase, I'd like to see the merchandise in your room tonight. The bigger the fruits, the better. P.P.P.S. We really have to brainstorm to end this state of limbo on the blog

I'm sure we can overcome our petty differences and agree on a mutually-profitable trade agreement for both of us, Feeding Time.

As the Third War wages on, M@dDuck1e watches on intently... and delivers a state address. Loyal member of Duck Tribe I am, and waste resouces I do not. Strike from shadows you least expect, I will. But wait you will... for the moment. Allied to the Big Bird Above, we are. Pea-brained penguin, deluded he is not. Hidden in senseless prattle, is truth. But truth also, Penguin Of Anarchy speeks. For Armageddon the time has come. For others, the end has come. Surrender and join us... or get you the cat will. Powerful the Duck Side is... PS: Many bananas the Duck Side has... cheap, they are. The work on the ultimate Duck Weapon continues... Field testing has shown promise, but more work has to be done...So goes a day in the life of an anarchist.

Transparency

Unlike you, Feeding Time, the Bulu Burung Bersekutu actually believe in transparency to the people and even to our enemies. Unlike you, we do not cower in hiding in your dank, leafy lair plotting greater acts of tyranny against the innocent. We're also not as foolish as you'd hope to blatantly reveal our plans for your ultimate defeat and the coming of a new Ice Age. All sensitive information was already encrypted in our legendary dakuning, such that you thought it was all mere gibberish. So do not take the Biggest Bird Above's name in vain, Feeding Time! May His Beak Be Fed With Fish! We will crush you beneath our flippered feet like we crushed that monstrous yellow featherball. P.S. We could agree to a secret trade deal ala Halliburton-Iran... P.P.S. Yes, I agree this is beginning to get rather tiresome. As long as the panda doesn't respond we have nothing new being added to this blog except howls of protest and nonsensical homages to the Biggest Bird Above, May His Beak Be Fed With Fish. Hence the ridiculous Photoshops. I think the hour is at hand to escalate this into Armageddon phase. Feeding Time, let's declare war on someone else for fun and see what happens. Or Photoshop someone and savor the sweet melodies of their hurt yelps.

Didactic Dodo Diatribe Dialogue ( So what if I like alliteration?)

The nom de guerre, F4, for the lot of you blockheaded-birds is most appropriate. You are foolish indeed to publish, for the whole world to see, posts which include transcripts of your scheming meetings. Especially foolish when one of the few faithful readers of this blog is your sworn nemesis. Then again, most of the dialogue appeared as gibberish to me. Indeed, none but the truly addle-brained can possibly understand the claptrap you feathered featherbrains speak to one another. However, using my powers of deduction, I managed to glean some meaning from the dialogue. I am truly afraid from learning what I learnt from that emergency conference. I have come to realise that you dodos not only seek to suppress your mental faculties, you mean to destroy ours as well. But, that isn't what I've come to fear. What truly strikes terror into my heart is the fact that F4 has no conscience and knows no shame. Plus, the pea brained penguin has actually become so deluded that he thinks he's on a jihad against reason, serving the Big Bird above. ( I mean no insult to that friendly, yellow avian of Sesame Street fame) Thank goodness the other two of you have not degenerated to a state of becoming avian acolytes of the divine dodo. Byran, your posting of F4's palaver merely lends more steel to my resolve. Before we continue battle, a friendly note of advice, I can read your drafts, Vincent. I already read that dodo diatribe before you posted it. Enough of your prattle. To arms/wings/flippers! ps. Could I get a discount on those bananas if I buy in bulk? pps. This is getting soooo boring! Can we do something more fun? Pretty please?

Emergency Conference

Your sugared tongue hides the truth in vain, Toadstool Tyrant. You may fool the innocents in this war with your spored propaganda but you can never fool the Bulu Burung Bersekutu! We know all about your actual dimensions, Feeding Time, as evidenced in the dramatic photographic proof we have produced. We know your secret ability to monstrously increase your size to terrible proportions as rage takes you from secret video records documenting your rampage on the Empire State Building. To all who doubt the truth and integrity of the Bulu Burung Bersekutu, you can watch with your own eyes Feeding Time's horrible ability in the top secret file codenamed King Kong, which we obtained at the terrible cost of S$18.95 from our intelligence agents. So do not attempt to shroud the people's eyes with your bald-faced lie of how purportedly small you are. We know the truth about you and we will continually expose the abomination that you are to the people, tyrant. In light of such staggering evidence of Feeding Time's tyranny, the Bulu Burung Bersekutu held an emergency conference to discuss many urgent and pressing issues in the name of Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of a Polar Bear-less World: Mad Duckie: has war really been declared? Mad Duckie: tsk tsk tsk Penguins of Anarchy: yes Penguins of Anarchy: to war again Mad Duckie: ahahahah Penguins of Anarchy: peace didn't last very long Mad Duckie: more battles to fight Mad Duckie: hey i noticed... Everfree: yeah Mad Duckie: peace always lasted for less than.... Mad Duckie: 2 days Penguins of Anarchy: aaa Everfree: the stuffings must be stuffed Penguins of Anarchy: check my post Mad Duckie: lols Everfree: you posted? Mad Duckie: wtf??? Penguins of Anarchy: yeah~ Everfree: what post? Mad Duckie: andhu is damn crappy Mad Duckie: offering panda an alliance Mad Duckie: tsk tsk tsk Mad Duckie: audacious Penguins of Anarchy: it's not alliance Penguins of Anarchy: it's an opportunity to not die Mad Duckie: ahahahah Mad Duckie: down with big fat bears Mad Duckie: polar bears and pandas alike Penguins of Anarchy: aaa Mad Duckie: oh... movie screening on 2nd jan night Penguins of Anarchy: kim ong how's it? Mad Duckie: first para is nice ler Everfree: i like the pecking at 3AM part Penguins of Anarchy: short and sweet, 1st para Mad Duckie: ahahah Mad Duckie: i should post later Everfree: should just begin all our posts with dakun Penguins of Anarchy: we should just peck him Penguins of Anarchy: we should just post a dakun Penguins of Anarchy: we should just post a PICTURE of dakun Penguins of Anarchy: naked Penguins of Anarchy: while maintaining Everfree: while dakuning Everfree: and traumaing Penguins of Anarchy: naked Penguins of Anarchy: while maintaining Everfree: vincent is still unaware of our hydrogen bomb Mad Duckie: traumaing? Everfree: yeeah~ Penguins of Anarchy: aaaa Penguins of Anarchy: AAA Mad Duckie: hydrogen bomb? Everfree: a Everfree: a Everfree: a Mad Duckie: aaa Everfree: a Everfree: a Everfree: a Everfree: a Everfree: a Everfree: a Mad Duckie: AAAAA Everfree: a Everfree: a Everfree: aaa Mad Duckie: AAAAAAAAAAA This goes on. Everfree: what are we doing Mad Duckie: super overseas dakuning Everfree: should buy mic Everfree: into my subs Penguins of Anarchy: i think this is quite a productive meeting of Bulu Burung Bersekutu Mad Duckie: AMAMAMAMMAMAMAMA MAMAMAAAAAAAAA!!!!! (shakes head violently) Penguins of Anarchy: trauma Everfree: you should dakun your parents Mad Duckie: ahah Mad Duckie: yeaaaaa Everfree: AMAMAMAMAMA Mad Duckie: kimongggg...... Penguins of Anarchy: magggiiiii Mad Duckie: mmmmmaaaaaaaaaggggggggiiiiiiiiii Penguins of Anarchy: see! i knew it! Mad Duckie: idiot Mad Duckie: beat me to that Everfree: WEAREONE Penguins of Anarchy: weareone Everfree: i think we have discussed a lot of important issues at this inaugural meeting Everfree: aaaa Everfree: a Penguins of Anarchy: YES Everfree: aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Everfree: thanks byran Penguins of Anarchy: aaa Penguins of Anarchy: THANKS Mad Duckie: THANKSSSS! Everfree: vincent, buy a cat from kuching Mad Duckie: yea Penguins of Anarchy: yeah~ Mad Duckie: want susu pekat? Penguins of Anarchy: make ur own Everfree: we have alot of boxes here, vincent Everfree: you know what its for? Mad Duckie: kkkiiiiiiiiii,mmmmmmmm.... Mad Duckie: to keep the cat Mad Duckie: and lots more rats Everfree: to build a fort Penguins of Anarchy: can pack u inside and smuggle into feeding time's room Everfree: hahahahahah Everfree: then peck him Penguins of Anarchy: ambush Everfree: thankssss byran Mad Duckie: wait... forgot one thing... naked~! Mad Duckie: THANKS KIMONG Penguins of Anarchy: while maintaining Mad Duckie: THANKS BYRAN! Everfree: WEAREONE WEAREONE indeed. As you can see, the war on tyranny is always foremost in the thoughts of the Bulu Burung Bersekutu. We will not deviate from our righteous path to a new Ice Age, except to exterminate the odd panda wandering into our way with the despicable intention of intervening in what the Biggest Bird Above, May His Beak Be Fed With Fish, already decreed from the time of the First Egg in the Snow. Feeding Time, surrender. You have no hope of victory or of survival. PS: I know this guy... He's got a lot more where that came from. Maybe we could work something out about those bananas...

Fake Foolish Fell Feathered Forces' Photograph

Hahaha! You were right about me laughing while typing this post, Byran. That has got to be the worst photoshopped picture I've ever seen. Next time you want to fool the innocents who read our posts, try to work on the dimensions. My "ghost" is taller than entire floor if you examine the picture closely. Plus, I would appreciate it if all further attempts at deception do not portray me as a translucent gorilla. I am as yet unsure of whether or not you were trying to use that picture as a shenanigan to pull the wool over our fellow malayseans' eyes and defame me, trick me into thinking that the picture was humorous and believing that F4 is amiable, or you were just plain bored. You may think that it's a bit of all but I think that you failed in all your goals except perhaps the last one. The reason I laughed was not because this "photograph" was tickling but because it amused me to watch your antics as you feebly attempt to battle the forces of reason with fatuity. You have failed miserably in your attempt to hoodwink the neutral bystanders into believing that I am the embodiment of everything profoundly evil and the Foolish Fell Feathered Forces are fighting for freedom and fun. There is only so much I can denounce in your last post as apocryphal. That post decries its own absurdity. ps. That banana was rather delectable...

Shenanigans

More evidence of Feeding Time's tyrannical shenanigans as can be seen in this photo dated April 25, 2004. We can only speculate as to the reason for this nightmarish midnight outing but evidence points towards the involvement of what is currently being described as a 'tasty banana.'

It's Feeding Time!!!

Friends, Malayseans, countrymen, lend me your ears and while you at it, your eyes. Because I have to lend them to F4. As is evident from the past two posts, they are blind. They are blind for they do not realise that I never declared war on them nor expressed a desire to resume hostilities. Blind for not seeing that I could not have possibly reneged an unconditional defeat I did not admit. Blind for seeing my efforts to show solidarity for the peace process through my support of the peacemaker. The reason for their blindness is known to them and to the rest of us. It is their vitriol, their hate, their malice. They chose to see the world ( this blog specifically) through their own rose tinted glasses (Kim, I always knew those glasses were not meant for you)and took my absence as a sign of my unconditional surrender. Once they were bored with peace, they turned their ploghshares back into swords. Once, ennui pervaded their already twisted minds, they turned on the neutral panda who had no blood on his paws. Once they grew weary of their spiteful attacks on the innocent, they sought a new victim. Once again I find myself embroiled in a bitter battle against my feathered foes. I already expressed my disagreement with the panda's methods yet I supported his quest for peace. Why is it now that I am being punished for my love for peace? Why is it that I have been singled out as the instigator of conflict when I merely sought to have my rights preserved? Why is it that I have been declared a warmonger by those who have stoked the flames of conflict? I will continue by crusade alone. I do not wish anyone to be caught in this vicious cycle of war, forced peace treaties and feathered foolishness. Flee from me for now I see my enemies true intentions. I am their only true enemy. They will not rest until I succumb and rationale has been eradicated or until I emerge victorious and they flee from the light of the truth . I will fight the good fight alone. Unless you wish to forsake your liberty, your happiness and the blissful shroud of ambiguity, do not attempt to mediate in this war against reason. Foolish Fell Feathere Forces, like Ben's nickname implies, you have opened a Pandora's box. You have aroused my ire one time too many. In the past, I sought the path of peace but now I now cast that option away like the caution I now cast into the wind. Pathetic Paltry Poultry, I AM YOUR BANE. As the season of roasted and stuffed birds approaches, your days are numbered. I'm gonna put your collective goose in the caboose and set it for extra crispy. Malaysean citizens, please bear with me in the coming time of hardship and battle. I will continue my fight to put roast poultry on your platter this holiday season. (Except for panda, but I don't think you wanna continue living off their BAMBOOzling) For the first time ever, I am proud to declare IT'S FEEDING TIME!!! Now, onto the defeathering... ps. stop plagiarising the American Declaration of Independence, Byran.

Manifesto Imperialis

What! The peace terms were non-negotiable! To war again! We take complete offense at every word in your post, Feeding Time. For starters, we are the Bulu Burung Bersekutu, not your dandified, disrespectful acronym of F4. Have you pride for your national language, Toadstool Tyrant? Sememangnya anak-anak watan bumi Melayu putih suci sudah dicemari propaganda sampah-sarap duniawi oleh anasir-anasir syaitan Barat yang selama ini tidak pernah berganjak daripada manifesto imperialis dan niat jahanam mereka untuk menjajah semula bangsa kita! Anjing kapitalis Barat! Do not attempt to hide your insidious atrocities from the sighted, you spored dugong. Your tyranny and evil that you have inflicted on the righteous will not be masked by petty words when we have proof! Yes, proof of you performing dark acts of infamy which even the Penguins of Anarchy would be proud of. We know, Feeding Time. We are not blind and the people are not blind to the terror and despair you struck in our hearts when you unleashed the abomination that was your Great Feeding Time Expression on us in the amphitheater. We will not forget. And we cannot forgive. So do not attempt to shroud your cowardice in noble robes! The Second War of Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of a Polar Bear-less World was a just and successful war that drove your furry ass into hiding. The combined might of the Bulu Burung Bersekutu was too much for you to handle so you hid, refusing to face the music. Shamelessly copycatting one of the greatest warriors of terror, you chose instead to negotiate from your dank nefarious lair when we offered a truce, a truce we agreed to table for the welfare and safety of all the innocent civilians you mercilessly mowed down in your deranged rampages against us, as he did from Tora Bora. Only you weren't negotiating. You were begging and we know what we read, Feeding Time. We were watching and we caught you with your pants down and you were going commando. Now that we know the size of the mushroom we are dealing with, we will hunt you down with the disdain you deserve. Our loyal armies of penguins await only the opening squawk to invade your room and polish their beaks on your gonads at 3am. And do not bait the insidious panda with your tyrannical tantrums. We hunt the panda down for attempting to intervene in a status quo and conflict that was determined and fated from the time of the first Egg in the Snow by the Biggest Bird Above, May His Beak Be Fed With Fish! Peace is not an option. The holy tenets of Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of a Polar Bear-less World exclude that possibility. Stop wasting your time and do not tempt our wrath, ZOPFAN. You can however safely offer humanitarian and legal aid to civilians harmed during the course of this conflict. We would appreciate all help you can offer to treat the victims of the tyrant Feeding Time's insanity and blatant disregard for the bait we lay before him. That is only role of the peacemaker in this battle and you would do well to choose wisely. Remember, we are watching and so is the Leopard Man.

I told you so!

Ah….guess who’s back with a vengeance? Our dearest opponent, mushroom-stuffings. It looks like I’ve spoken too soon. This was what I meant by the demonic outburst. My, my, Miss American Pie, you can’t even stay put for even one day now, can you, Feeding Time? I cannot believe how chicken you are! Only when you have a potential ally then you dare speak up? I’m laughing my pants off here! My goodness! I cannot believe I’m witnessing such splendid entertainment! The dreaded Feeding Time is hiding behind the fuzzy-wuzzy cutie-pants panda? Why, do you want to be his stuffings instead? And the usage of lawful language? Man, that’s new. No one else would have thought of that kind of edge other than the almighty righteous-konon mushroom scum. That’s it. This time there is no warning. The war rages on. Feeding Time, your Time is up. You should have laid low like I told you too. Now you’re acting as if you wanna get laid! Ah, but its okay. We enjoy the challenge, particularly one of a tyrant like yourself. You had your chance, and you did not honour the agreement that was set barely 20 hours ago. That is a complete insult to the members of Bulu Bersekutu. Now, be prepared to have your bulu berkutu. As for the leader of ZOPFAN, we are still watching you.(Take note of the pic we posted just for you) Remember what you said about ‘neutrality’. Once you side the tyrant, the whole world will witness your treachery and deceit. The choice is yours.

Guess Who's Back?

Wow! So much has changed since I left for KL on Thursday. I apologise for not posting anything to add to the entertainment value of this blog. But then again, who would notice one measly post among all the others that have inundated the blog. I appear to have missed an entire war started by myself, the shameful acts of tyranny I instigated and my own disgraceful surrender to the Foolish Fell Feathered Forces whom I shall now refer to as F4 for the sake of convenience. I am absolutely flabbergasted at the audacity of the plebian avians but the winds of change seem to have barely ruffled their feathers. My dear airborne airheads ( No offence to the flightless byran), you fail to realise that I could not have possibly have partook in a war that I wasn't even around to witness much less surrender after a humiliating defeat at you wings. Despite my initial disbelief upon reading the past few posts, I now do not find it unimaginable that you conjured up from thin air an elaborate war of tyranny against the feathered forces of freedom followed by the submission of the rex who later accepts the role as your chattel. The very same kind of air that fills your craniums. The 2nd war against the spurious ( or should I say spore-ious? ) mushroom of terror was a truly spectacular one. By that I mean the intense fighting and verbal assaults were a real spectacle considering that one of the warring parties was not even present. Actually, it wasn't so much a war as it was a well co-ordinated monologue decrying the fiendish mushroom and announcing the victorious emergence of F4. As to my spectacular defeat following the MSN conflict, I fail to see any declaration of surrender on my part from the very lovely cut and paste work that I am so resented for. But heck, I like peace just as much as the next guy and I'm not one to challenge the status quo. Such being the case, I will not challenge the peace treaty that the paltry poultry were so nice to draw up and even sign on my behalf. I fully accept your terms that would put an end to my tyranny and my wrongful propagation of the spores of rationale. However, I have one or two bones of contention with your declaration of peace/victory. First of all, I reserve my right to take offence to anything you may say in this blog and too repudiate it accordingly. Secondly, I wish to retain my right to object to any offensive picture posted by you or your avian agents including but not limited to homosexual and photo-shopped photographs. Hey, this law attachment ain't such a bad thing after all. Please understand that my intentions are nothing but eirenic. May this peace last as long as you egg-laying eggheads fancy! Having dealt with that sticky situation. I must voice my concern over the panda's posts. I do not appreciate the panda's posting of that picture. However, like Voltaire said, "I may disagree with what you say but will fight to the death for your right to say it". Panda, if ever you need an ally in facing F4, just say the word. The fish killing penguin, the enemy-pecking chicken and the psycho duck consider us, the timid panda and the miniscule mushroom, dangerous and a threat to their self proclaimed greatness. If you so wish, I can help you make their opinion of us a reality for I see the righteousness in your cause. Together, the mushroom and the panda will be a force to be reckoned with. I hope F4 does not view this as a declaration of independence but merely a declaration of my solidarity with the poor panda. Wouldn't want you reading too much into this post and starting and ending a war all by yourselves again, would we?

Terra Cotta Army? THIS is an army! Penguins of Anarchy, for Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of a Polar Bear-less World!!!

Seeds of Peace

As the ashes of the 2nd War Against Tyrany slowly settles down, the M@dDuck1e marches back to his aquatic lair. The 'now-resolved' war has taken a grevious toll on his pysche and mind, such as the horrors of the Battle of the F2 Study, The MSN Conflict which ultimately sealed peace, and many others continue to echo in his mind. Vowing that the world will never have to suffer from another unneccessary War, he begins to plot a decisive deterrant to would-be tyrants and dissidents against the Feathered Alliance. With the wonders of his watery domain working wonders on his battered and ravaged mind, M@dDuck1e begins to craft a replacement for the Atomic Bomb. Slowly the plans for the Hydrogen Bomb begins to take place. The ultimate. The devastating. Never again will would-be tyrants and authoritarian states come to challenge the sovereignty of the Feathered Alliance. Never again will atrocities be committed against the feathered kin, innocents not withstanding. Yet the seeds of tyranny lies scattered and hidden, sprouting where least expected. The emergence of the ZOPFAN lead by yet another bear (the other being polar bears) threatens the fragile peace. Yes... the M@dDuck1e will have to observe things very very carefully... for the Feathered Alliance must, and shall remain vigilent. And thus as the Penguins of the South march up north, spreading the Ice Age in their wake, the Ducks of the Equator begins to strenghten their forces... 28 days remain until the testing of the Hydrogen Bomb. The clock is ticking.... http://www.duckplanet.com/images/large/lanco_xlarge.jpg Ministry of Duck1e Information.

The Terra Cotta Army

Peace!

My fellow Malayseans. Over the past three weeks we have witnessed one of the most horrific conflicts within our own society. The war between the Bulu Burung Bersekutu and the tyrant Feeding Time claimed many casualties on both sides and caused millions of seconds worth of damages to free time which could have been used instead on meaningful work like the NJC Maths Vacation Package. Even civilians were not spared the horrors of war, targeted and slaughtered by the Tyrant in his mad lust for his deluded visions of "Order" and "Morality." These were innocents, marred forever with the abject abominations they experienced under the rule of Feeding Time. In the wake of such atrocities, we strengthened our resolve and pressed on, knowing that we were on the side of right, fighting for the Undeniable Rights of Life, Liberty and The Pursuit of a Polar Bear-less World. And now, we are proud to announce that the war is over. After more than an hour of peace negotiations between the Bulu Burung Bersekutu and the tyrant Feeding Time, witnessed by neutral observers Hobbit Skywalker, Phiphiya and D Noshi, we emerged from our MSN session bearers of peace to the people, albeit very disturbed bearers of peace after the many... disturbing things that were discussed. The following is an excerpt of the transcript of the peace process. Please be patient and ignore the sexual content as much as possible. Singapore would rate it NC16 and even Feeding Time can legally read this. Relevant portions were emboldened for quick, easy reading, though it would be like wanting to swim but not wanting to get wet if you only wanted to read those parts: Mushroomate: so, why are we chatting? Mushroomate: parlay? Mushroomate: war? Phiphiya: parlay?? Hobbit Skywalker: i don't think it'll end soon... Mushroomate: i tried Phiphiya: take me to ur master... Mushroomate: i tried hard Phiphiya: haha D Noshi: wat's parlay? Penguins of Anarchy: by the white on me belly and the black on me back, u will surrender ur right to object to posting of homosexual pics Mushroomate: that's disgusting! Mad Duckie: watch pirates of the caribbean Phiphiya: err.... Hobbit Skywalker: er... pirates of the caribbean? Mad Duckie: aaaaa Mushroomate: pirates of the caribbean? Mushroomate: tak faham Penguins of Anarchy: parlay Phiphiya: parlay....captain Jack sparrow... Penguins of Anarchy: PARLAY Hobbit Skywalker: no la... Hobbit Skywalker: the girl... Mushroomate: errrr. Hobbit Skywalker: what jack sparrow... Mushroomate: check the dictionary Mad Duckie: the one and only Hobbit Skywalker: oh ya... got... but later right... Penguins of Anarchy: ur sparrow lah Phiphiya: huh??? he n the barley,parsley.... Mushroomate: ENOUGH WITH THE BIRDS!!! Phiphiya: errr.... Mushroomate: SPARROWS.... Penguins of Anarchy: ALL RIGHT ALREADY!!! Hobbit Skywalker: but its a character in the film... Mushroomate: TAG!!! Phiphiya: birds of a feather....err...nvm... Hobbit Skywalker: hey hey... no need to SHOUT!!! Penguins of Anarchy: feeding time, do u unconditionally accept the terms of peace? Mushroomate: what terms? Everfree: feeding time, do u unconditionally accept to be our stuffings? Hobbit Skywalker: er... Penguins of Anarchy: that's not it Mushroomate: what do you think? Everfree: hmmm Phiphiya: errr,,,... Everfree: so would u rather go from our mouths or the other way? Hobbit Skywalker: what the... Everfree: amamamammama Penguins of Anarchy: to lose ur right to object to the posting of homosexual pictures Mushroomate: oh, goodness Phiphiya: err.... Penguins of Anarchy: and to not stand in the way of a new Ice Age Mushroomate: gay birds Mad Duckie: aahahahah D Noshi: ice age? D Noshi: haha Penguins of Anarchy: those are my unconditional terms Mushroomate: that sounds wrong Phiphiya: the dark lord has risen... Everfree: gay birds seem to sound like a NO Everfree: hmmmm Mad Duckie: birds are not gay Mushroomate: the very definition of terms contradicts with unconditional Penguins of Anarchy: yes, i am the lord of darkness: i have a black back Mad Duckie: birds arrrr...... Penguins of Anarchy: ok whatever Penguins of Anarchy: non-negotiable terms then Phiphiya: n a white belly??? is everything in front white?? D Noshi: roast birds Mad Duckie: one white oval patch Penguins of Anarchy: got something else that's not white... Hobbit Skywalker: er... D Noshi: birds include chicken n ducks Phiphiya: oh...ok D Noshi: haha.. Everfree: you're in the middle of turkey slaughtering Everfree: its quite fun D Noshi: they taste super nice Mad Duckie: christmas is coming up, more turkey Phiphiya: now there's a turkey?? Everfree: now we have mushrooms as stuffings Mad Duckie: but heck, we don't need ducks for that Mad Duckie: phew Penguins of Anarchy: CAN WE SETTLE THE PEACE FIRST BEFORE WE RESTART THE WAR!!!??? Mushroomate: roast duck Mushroomate: still a holiday treat Mad Duckie: thats it Mad Duckie: who needs mushroom sauce anyway? Mushroomate: your terms are unconditional Everfree: roast gay ducks Hobbit Skywalker: wasn't it roast goose? (innocent voice) Penguins of Anarchy: yes D Noshi: what's the point of achieving peace when it's all gonna start again Mad Duckie: except for stuffings D Noshi: that sounds dumb Penguins of Anarchy: non-negotiable D Noshi: hahaha Mushroomate: errr Everfree: thats it, daniel Hobbit Skywalker: yeah... i agree w daniel... Everfree: there is no point whatsoever Mushroomate: your united front don't seem so united Penguins of Anarchy: quiet, you Everfree: you don't have the right to open that hole of yours Mad Duckie: with diversity comes unity and strength Hobbit Skywalker: hey hey... its The Foolish Fell Feathered Forces/Feathered Alliance/Feathered Freedom Fighters/Birds For Freedom Movement D Noshi: zip Phiphiya: err.... Everfree: we are fine with each other's insults, feeding time....you however, are not Penguins of Anarchy: it WILL be united if we don't achieve peace Mad Duckie: strength to continue our fight for freedom D Noshi: strength in numbers Everfree: which is what's making this war rage on... Phiphiya: MAINTAINING freedom Everfree: my my D Noshi: maozedong Phiphiya: haha... Penguins of Anarchy: will u accept the terms of peace? Mad Duckie: mmmmuuuuusssssssttttt mmmmmaaaaaaiiiinnnnnttaaaaaiiinnn D Noshi: may peace fall upon this land this season of advent!!! Mushroomate: everyone seems to be saying contradictory stuff Everfree: shuddap u Mad Duckie: lols Phiphiya: who? Mad Duckie: can have gang wars already Phiphiya: haha.....it fits the theme of NJ.... Everfree: i should just dakun Everfree: a Everfree: a Mad Duckie: aaa aaaa Mad Duckie: amamammamamamammamamamamam D Noshi: everfree: ya who? D Noshi: mafia Hobbit Skywalker: kimmy... Mad Duckie: everfree to maintain D Noshi: XD Penguins of Anarchy: from this day onwards, by the terms of peace we have just agreed upon, we shall have PEACE, HOMOSEXUAL PICTURES, and Everfree: you dare ask me who i ammmm Phiphiya: MAInTAIN kim maintain!!!! Everfree: and bird stuffings Everfree: and bird stuffings Penguins of Anarchy: a NEW ICE AGE!!! Hobbit Skywalker: what the... Penguins of Anarchy: no bird stuffings Phiphiya: maintain.... Mad Duckie: penguin.... Everfree: sophia,,,, u don't know what u're implying, trust me Mad Duckie: you take the ice Penguins of Anarchy: peace has been MAINTAINED!!! Mad Duckie: AMAMAMAMAMAMAMMAAMMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMA MAMMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMMAMAMAMAMAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm quite sure not everyone has the patience to finish the entire damned thing, so let me say this: peace was achieved, by Feeding Time using an emoticon of what appeared to be, although it is still highly uncertain and still a source of great debate, the V-sign for peace. Heck, it might even have been a middle finger. Whatever. We have peace now, at least until Feeding Time violates the following terms of peace: 1. that we have peace and non-aggression between us; 2. that he surrender his right to object to the posting of pictures with homosexual content; 3. and that he not stand in the way of a new Ice Age. With that settled, we must now move onto a new, more pressing problem. The sudden emergence of ZOPFAN has been a source of major disturbance to the status quo, a status quo of conflict between two superpowers: the tyrant Feeding Time and the freedom fighters Bulu Burung Bersekutu. While the Bulu Burung Bersekutu have won this war against the tyrant, ZOPFAN has occupied much of our meetings, preventing us from discussing other important issues like how to make Feeding Time violate the terms of peace so we can declare war against him again. ZOPFAN has dominated most of our thoughts, especially what ZOPFAN stood for. After about 27.4 seconds of deep thought, during which we resorted to reading tea leaves and rat entrails, we arrived at an important, ground-breaking conclusion. ZOPFAN stands for the Zone Of Pandas Frolicking At Newton (Note: it's not really frolicking). With that out of our way, we entered the second phase of determining the threat of ZOPFAN and its enigmatic panda leader. With our great distrust of hokey religions like Yoga and the Force, we followers of the Biggest Bird Above, may His Beak Be Fed With Fish, issue this ultimatum: disrobe now or we will disrobe you. In this post 30/11 world, we cannot take our security for granted. Preemptive measures are integral to the security of our people against tyranny. And we are convinced, based upon the conclusive evidence we have obtained, secret documents gathered by the Eyeball Organization revealing an insidious scheme to manipulate Penguins and Gorillas into sleeping and engaging in hot interspecies action with the Yogi Panda himself, that we are on the side of Right. Not Left. That's Feeding Time. So, ZOPFAN. This is your warning. Let us show you a sign of what might happen if you refuse to comply with our righteous crusade.

WE ARE WATCHING YOU, ZOPFAN!

The Fight Continues.....

In the wake of the current situation that has totally annihilated all logical analytic abilities of the human mind and the complete height of ‘buang-masa’ness, The Feathered Forces have yet to discuss the proper procedures and peace keeping measures to tame the ferociously deranged Feeding Time. All this red tape is necessary as the harmful effects of the surrender might have substantial implications on the raging beast and this will in fact lead to another demonic outburst that will result in the elimination all forms of happiness, freedom and saneness whatsoever. As of now, the entire peace declaration transcript is being processed and is almost ready for public release and distribution. Believe it or not, the people are finally freed from the clutches of the tyrant dictator. However, a new threat has emerged as a result of this mindless massacre. The flyers are everywhere, as a dark force drills its way into the hearts of innocents. A WARNING FROM THE ALLIED TROOPS: This enemy that we are about to face is much more dangerous than any form of bird stuffings. It is the biggest known threat to national security since the creation of the atomic bomb (I’m not referring to the one that toasted Hiroshima and Nagasaki) and the mushroom lord; for this new foe actually has functional brains. It hides behind the shadows, using the word ‘peace’ to poison the minds of our children under the name of ZOPFAN (The Allied Forces are working around the clock to break this dreadful acronym code) as it has the guts to cut and paste (the works of a pure devil) pictures of cute, cuddly animals hugging each other as though they were ready to mate and have a fresh crossbreed of pan-gui-rilla the world has yet to see. It has even misused the ancient language of Allayarham Dato Seri P. Ramlee for its devilish cause. This evil felony must be stopped and put into the clutches of Lord Dakun where he belongs! –Naked. This is your first and final warning, you yoga panda you! End this so called ‘neutrality’ for the fight for complete freedom and insanity will never cease. We are watching you.

Asana ini merupakan salah satu yang tersusah dilakukan dalam alam Yoga. Antara kebaikan yang boleh diperoleh ialah meningkatkan intelektual seseorang dan tumpuan sambil melatih fizikal yang HEBAT!

Muka Depan Risalah ZOPFAN

The winds of change...

sorrry guys... i really dun mean to barge in in the middle of this mad mad war... but my fingers hv been itching so badly that self-control has long ceased to be a virtue... a few months ago, i was invited to join in our very own BLOG... and anyway...as i traipsed across the posts...it was mainly of promos n sadistic brain-sucking lecturers...(note: a few months ago...) then lately...winds or should i say typhoons of mass destruction tore thru the blog... hmm.... and suddenly,the atmosphere took on an entirely different feel.Total change has occured....total meltdown n the most amount of posts i've ever seen on the blog...we now have a full scale war about.........(drumroll...) nothing at all??? as this full blown war tears thru the blog threatening to rid the world of boredom n sanity.....innocent civillians found themselves caught in the middle of the crossfire....running for cover n yet thoroughly enjoying themselves....these civillians hv yet to come to an agreement of whether the war should be stopped...this is due to the fact that many seem to hv gained much from this 'friendly banter'. N as this war progressed...new inventions have sprouted.wat better way to test out all new attacks than to launch them.kimmymon an apparently newly bred species has emerged followed closely by certain breed of duck (possibly a psyduck?) n when all seems set to reach total mayhem.. a 'peace-keeping' body has finally roused itself...ZOPFAN arrives at the scene... threatening to bring peace with an equally lethal photoshop thingy...one that definitely rivals that of the FFFF(hmm... F4??). and so....will it all end with cream of mushrooms n the F4 signing a treaty w ZOPFAN...banning all further visual entertainment... or will this war continue to drag on....long n lengthy but definitely highly entertaining. dun forget to catch the next issue of.....'Blog Battle of Birds,Button mushrooms n err...Beace-keeping forces!!' SC press(smiley cows) *all comments are purely an innocent bystander's point of view.Comments are correct at time of press.

Buluh

"Dalam masyarakat manusia ada binatang jalang tapi dalam masyarakat haiwan tidak ada satu pun manusia jalang - Aristotle" Selepas berbulan-bulan tanpa mengeluarkan sepatah kata, Yogi Panda yang sedang bertapa di Gunung F2/09B terjaga hasilan daripada huru-hara yang sedang berlangsung di dunia ini. Perbalahan antara "Pakatan Berbulu Pelepah" dan "Masa Diberi Makan" semakin sampai kemuncaknya, mengugat keamanan sedunia. Untuk mengatasi pergaduhan antara kedua-dua sekutu ini, Yogi telah menyertai kumpulan ZOPFAN demi kepentingan semua kerana selagi buaya tidak memakan harimau dan gajah berwarna kelabu, dunia ini masih ada harapan. Sebagai ahli kumpulan ZOPFAN yang aktif, Yogi telah ditugaskan untuk megedarkan risalah "Keamanan Bersama Diraih" sebagai langkah pertama Ops Yoga sambi melakukan asana asana yoga *mengambil nafas dengan lubang hidung kiri dan menghembus dengan lubang hidung kanan*. Semoga kemunculan Yogi dapat menenangkan api yang sedang membara di dunia~~~~~~~

yucks...service with honour...berkhidmat dgn kebanggaan....

Which came first - The Chicken or The Egg?

Which came first, the chicken or the egg? I don’t know the answer to that. I figured that since it contained the word ‘chicken’ I’ll add it even though it has completely nothing to do with anything. (just like this blog) I however, am utterly surprised at Feeding Time! No post in the past 24 hours? Oh my God, I can feel a major ITALIC rush comin’….. noooooo noooo!!!! Bird stuffings has been too chicken to return my challenge. Feeding Time has yet to officially wage war upon me. Mr. Tyrant, my advice to you is to actually join the Allied Forces of Freedom Against Tyranny, since you’re a chicken yourself. You should have known better, Feeding Time; to pick a fight with a penguin is completely suicidal, especially since you’re a feathered bird that can’t fly. Maybe cause u serve as your own stuffings and that will really weigh you down….dear me…..but since you’re already in the middle of this whole mess and the dynamic TRIO is adament upon the decision to NOT free you from our backsides, you should just remain low profile for the time being (and stop calling people chickens cause its sort of like a reversible reaction kinda thing; although it might impress Ben when u show your chemistry prowess) And whaddaya know? Today on MSN many have witnessed the ultimate surrender/defeat? of the dreaded mushroom dictator. That was the last thing I would expect from you. Surrendering is surprising enough; but making a public withdrawl from the Battle of The Birds totally blew me away~!!!!~*fuh* Okay okay, something deep within me is constantly asking me to stop making cream out of mushrooms…..maybe its my stuffings. So I shall. So the war has ended, and we are triumphant. We swim to the North, brothers!

to ponder and reflect upon =)

back from....

wow.... gone for what like one and a half day and things do blow up. Fortunes of war i say. I beg your pardon feeding time? psychotic ducks (ie mad ducks) have their uses. Good for ultimate ambushes, since we duckies.... well you'll find out for yourself. So bah to your 'unconditional surrender' and so called clemency. No, submissiveness and authoritarian goo never mix well. Especially so if they occur in neighbouring sentences. The fires of dissent may be scattered, but their embers will never die out! For the embers will flare up into violent blazes! It is a well act of arrogance to declare your 'worthiness' so early in the war. For that alone, the war shall rage on! No quarter will be given, and none expected in return. This war will end when the fields are drenched in red! man... gotta study rhetorics properly. hmmm... ben, kuekmon could have mostly psychotic attacks. hmmm.. yeah and that'll tie with the Quack. hmmmm.... can think of an ultimate though: Insane Maintain! hmmm, that doesn't sound right should have a super secret attack. and a three person combined attack.... yeah.

Utopia

Let me just begin by saying we can now truly be proud of being members of this blog. We went past 15 posts, with this being the 18th, since Monday. I think never before has this blog seen so much activity. Just yesterday we hit 6 posts in one day. How's that for active? Here's an analysis of the posts between November 29 (Monday) until today December 3 (Friday) at the point of this post, including this post: Penguins of Anarchy: 6 posts Mushroomate: 5 posts Everfree: 3 posts Hobbit Skywalker: 2 posts Lavished: 1 post Mad Duckie: 1 post Hobbit Nightcrawler: 1 post As you can tell, the top two posters seem to have absolutely nothing better to do with their time other than to fill this blog with complete nonsense. Maybe a ban should be in order. We're also joined by many new members: D Noshi, Fish and Penguin, Everfree, Mad Duckie, Phiphiya, XL. The rest of you, quick! Spread the word and get all of us to join in on the fun! Those who already know, be patient while Ben sends, resends and finally shoves 1500 copies of the invitation e-mail into your inbox. Free candiru not included. Now that clerical matters have been settled, let us return to the war. Feeding Time, I'm proud of what I do. That's why the question will stay. I'm sure 20 years from now the offer will still be valid. Don't be ridiculous! When we Penguins of Anarchy finally tear down the props of this elitist, mechanical government, we will all be free! Anarchy is about chaos and freedom, not tyranny! There will be no more laws and all except Polar Bears will be accorded the unconditional and inviolable human and penguin right to do whatever they want if they can do it. Is this not a utopia? I see a glorious tomorrow where we can safely loot and rob without fear of the tyrannical rule of the feared Policeman. I see armies of penguins waddling in formation to Jerusalem to end the Middle East conflict and save humanity from more despair. I see a museum where polar bear coats will hung and dried into a gigantic table cloth. I see greatness. I see light. I see... FREEDOM! The war continues! For life, liberty, and the pursuit of a Polar Bear-less world!