www.urbandictionary.com

Today, I'm gonna introduce this awesome website to you non-existent readers. Yes, copy the title and paste it in your URL. Yes, before you close your browser down, allow me to show you why this website is the sex.

Go to www.urbandictionary.com.

Search for the word "Melvin", and this pops out first. It made me laugh for quite sometime.

1.	Melvin	247 up, 67 down
	A severely odd and uncool person. A wimp or a tool. Mom, why do I have to play in the marching band? All the band kids are frickin' Melvins.

Wow, I'm speechless.

Next up, we have the word, "Kingston".

2.	Kingston	1 thumb up
	1.) Picturesque, historically significant small city (technically a town) on the eastern end of Lake Ontario. 2.) Soul-destroyingly boring place to live. 3.) A great place to take a shit. Lucky for us, Kingston was halfway between Toronto and Montreal (or Ottawa and Toronto, for that matter). Sure beats taking a crap in Napanee.

I'm totally speechless.

3. Second last word, we have the word "James".

6.	james	55 up, 132 down
	a derogatory term for someone who is a homosexual. "look at peter, he is such a james"

I'm so glad that 132 people disagreed with this meaning. There is a high chance that their names must be James.

4. Last but not least, we have the word "Ming". It has the most variations of meanings.

5.	ming	3 up, 8 down
	schoolboy bitch teacher hired by the U.S. Pres. to infiltrate students confidence and rat their drug habits out oral fixation, its an addiction said ming.

Now we know, why American kids do not have any drug habits. (This is a joke)

6.	ming	13 up, 18 down
	Another word for shit, predominately used as a verb Hector: "WHOA, I have to ming really bad" Lionel: "So your saying you have to lay a dynasty?" tags shit crap poop ming bike

What more can I say? Instead of saying "shit!", you can start saying "ming!"! Now your mom won't know what you are saying.

7.	ming	18 up, 26 down
	A person who has no talent and little knowledge of the job that they perform. A totally useless person who only exists by getting others to do his work for him. A commercial parasite. The new I.T. Manager is a total Ming, he spends all day downloading porn!

The porn part resembles someone I know. Seriously.

The last one is so zomgwtfbqliekliekh4x that I don't think you people will believe it and call me a liar.

4. ming 45 up, 49 down A human who possesses limitless knowledge and infinite wisdom. His name sends shivers down the spines of all and may only be uttered under the breath of a whisper. His aura alone makes people shit themself. Daddy, I want to be like Ming when I grow up and be worshipped by followers. Don't be silly no mere mortal can be as godly as the great and merciful Ming. .

Somehow, I feel that Ming Han wrote this meaning himself.

Weird reaction or stupidity, decide for yourself.

In all my life, I've come across many weird things. Never in my life, have I come across someone who passes off as either
1: Weird
or
2:Stupid.

Yes, it happened when I took my 'O' Level results. We were busy counting our L1R4 or L1R5 to see whether what courses and (hopefully) what JCs we could enter. Then after we did our counting, Qi Han came up to me and requested that I help him count his L1R4. After counting, picking the subjects he did best, he got a 26. Well, considering the fact that he scraped through most of the papers, I think that score is pretty reasonable.

"Then 我的 L1R5 leh?"
"三十多分 la!"
"Huh? 这么高 meh?"

Go figure.

Valentine's day.

Yes, Valentine's day is approaching. The day where poor guys dread and girls giggle with joy, as guys give girls expensive gifts to show off how rich they are. I remember, in primary school, if you profess your love to someone you like in class, you will be jeered, ostracized and whatever you can think off. Now, in secondary school, it's a different story. If you don't have a girlfriend, you will be deemed as a loser. Indeed, I fall under that category. Laugh all you want. Ridicule me. Yes, I'm an old ugly fart. I'm a fat loser, sitting at the computer desk with one scratching my humoungous sweaty ass.


So, throwing all my pride to the winds : Anyone wants to be my valentine? It's a pointless question, I know. No one will be my valentine. =(

The end.

Continued..

Sitting on the floor of the hall with a sweaty ass, his heart was pounding on his ribcages audibly. Strangely enough, no one seemed to ask him why, as they thought they might be hearing their own heart thump. *thump* *thump* As each second passed, he cursed silently under his breath, as the teacher briefed them on what's gonna happen next. After the long briefing, the results are distributed. One after another his classmates got his results, the more anxious he got. Finally, it was his turn. Shivering, he took his result from his expressionless form teacher. He feared for the worse, and regretted watching "zomgkawaii" girls on a comedy show during his 'O's. A thousand thoughts raced through his mind, what will happen if he gets, *gasp* 45 for his L1R4? When he peeked into his results, he could hardly believe what he saw.

There, readers, the rest is up to your imaginations. Let your imagination run wild!1!

A story that will be continued tomorrow.

Sweat formed on his palms. He was nervous, not knowing what will be his fate. 16 years of his life flew by (yeah right) like a flash, and his future depended on a stupid slip of paper. The time to collect his results had not arrived yet. Now, even sweat formed on his forehead. His friends, seeing him in this state, said "Wah, kan cheong until lidat ah? So no confidence meh?" He (the main character) replied "No lah, is the hall very hot, not I kan cheong. Don't kennyhow anyhow say la." Garnering a few nervous laughs, everyone is nervous now. Even the smartass who got eight marks for L1R5 during his prelims is feeling nervous now. Time ticked by as slow as a snail, so slow that he swore that he saw the second hand was turning backwards. The dreaded moment was arriving, and the story will be continued tomorrow.

Somehow, I don't feel like going to work tomorrow. Unless I jump in joy at 2.30p.m, I think I'm gonna be in a mood that's pretty emo. So much for being an anti-emo kid.

I got trolled,

and I don't care at all. Yes, as you people can see on my tagboard, Sharon had managed to leave quite a long message there which I didn't know of until Ming told me. I'm quite astounded that she even knew of the existence of my blog, and quite happy that there is one more reader. After the previous post which created quite a big hoo-ha with Sharon. Yes, Ming has analysed the chunk of text which Sharon typed painstakingly and has the translation over at his h4xx0rzxzx vox. You can find the post here, which took my internet connection great pains to reach this page. It took exactly 76.160 seconds to reach here, according to the "Fasterfox Page Load Timer" I got installed in my Mozilla browser. H4x. That's why I hate the night.

Ok I have to stop digressing. If not this post will never be complete. I actually intended to go back to her blog and troll her and have my sweet revenge, but the horror! She deleted her blog!1! N..n..n..now I can't flame her!1! Nuuuu~ Just when I contemplated going to her friendster and blog about her friendster profile, my friend sent me quite a number of funny videos and I forgot about revenge, miraculously! I reflected on my actions, and I found out a number of things.

1: Sharon doesn't like people to make fun of her, but she likes to make fun of people.
2: Sharon is younger than me, yet I have to listen to her? Liekzomgwtfbbqwth?
3: Sharon has a short fuse.
4: Hello, it's the internet. If you don't like it, then don't use it. No one's forcing you.
5: Somehow I dread this coming Friday.
6: My death might be inevitable.
7: I don't have a seventh point, but I think seven is a lucky number. People don't say "Lucky 7!1!" for nothing, right?

So much for not caring. I ended up typing so much redundant shit that it my whole body is aching. (I'll bet that Sharon will be gloating over my uh.. aches. So much for being in SJAB.)

Goodbye, people. I know, I'll get struck by lightning because for making fun of Sharon. She are teh 1337 h4x b1mb0!1!

Birthday special.

Because it's my birthday today, I've decided to come up with a post. Actually, I'm too lazy to prepare the materials (just two pictures) but Cleone just had to be an ass confessed that she is a fan of my blog, which made me feel compelled to blog today.

Yes, I'm gonna blog about Sharon, againg. It's just picture. Don't expect more than just a picture or two.

I'm gonna go into the details, so you people will have a rough idea of what I'm gonna do later. Actually, I've conducted a survey with a person some people about the difference in looks between Sharon and me. Surprisingly, that person the people doing the survey said that I show an uncanny resemblance to Sharon! The blasphemy!

Without further ado, let me show you the picture which I used for comparison.



Let me show you the picture of myself, which I used for the comparison. (Note, If you have any illness or health problems, please avoid looking at the next picture. If you contract any incurable disease or any illness because of looking at the next picture, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!1!)

Without further ado, the picture I used for comparison:



Don't we look so alike?