My whole life, people have been coming up to me saying one particular thing more than anything else: "You're damn tall!"

Actually, not exactly 'my whole life', cause I used to be nicknamed 'shortie' by my brother when I was young, like before 10. Now, I've made him regret calling me that. I mean, really really regret it.
I've been gaining height ever since, without stop until I was 21 or something cause I was still getting taller when I was in University.

Chinese people are tall too.

I still get those comments when I meet someone new, and what really amuses me is I got a few messages lately in friendster commenting on my heights, both from people I know and I don't know. It boggles me, because some of these people have known me for years! You know who you are.

Just why? Why is it still suprising to you guys that I am tall? There are times when I've not seen a friend for some time and when we walk together, suddenly, I get that wierd look from them, like my nose is suddenly missing, or a tree just grew out of my head, and get that perplexing question: "Did you grow taller, or am I having optical illusion?", and then they'll normally walk a bit away from me cause they say I make them look short.

Reality check: Nothing can MAKE you look short, cause you ARE short.

Seriously. I've been through this numerous times. You won't belive it. It happens so often, it's almost funny. See me laughing? Ha. Ha.

I've got an announcement to make to everyone in the entire universe and beyond: I've not grown any taller since I left uni, which is like 7 years ago! It's either you've grown shorter or you're standing at that wierd angle which deflects lights and bend it in a way so it creates the illusion that I'm taller than usual. That's the only explaination I've got for you.

Another message to my friends: I am tall, LIVE WITH IT.

And if you're envious of how tall I am: NEH NEH NEH NEH NEH!!

Ahem.

I found out that some wise guy reached my blog by Googling the question 'If you call someone a wahoo, what does it mean?' My blog was listed as the 5th result.

I know that it's a genuine question and this person would really want to find out what the word wahoo means. Probably some girl he tried to hit on told him to f*ck off and then called him a wahoo. I have no idea.

I thought, pretty cool, people throwing my name around.

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'You're a real wahoo, you know!'

'Stop being such a wahoo!'

'Who do you think you are, wahoo?'

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My tuition teacher in secondary school told me that wahoo is a name of a kind of fish. Apparently, a lot of people know this and I'm periodically reminded of the similarity of my name and the name of a fish.
Then after a while it didn't feel quite right anymore. I thought - I've got to find out what else does it mean when you call someone wahoo.

So begins the quest to solve the wahoo riddle. I know this sounds narcissistic, but what the heck, I can't help it if my name is cool. Armed with the mantra 'Google is your friend', I did my own little research that would have made my thesis lecturer proud.

And what's the value of knowledge if not shared, right? So here goes, this is what was bestowed upon me after going up a mountain and asking a wise wise old man sitting under a tree:

Does Wahoo sound fishy?.

In Wikipedia, I found:

'The Wahoo (Acanthocybium solandri) is a dark blue scombrid fish found worldwide in tropical and subtropical seas. Some say that the name "Wahoo" is a derivation of the name of the Hawaiian Island Oahu, which was sometimes spelled Wahoo, while others say the name derives from the exclamation of some fishermen, "Wahoo!" who have hooked into the extremely fast running fish. The fish is also known as Ono, after the Hawaiian word for "delicious", ‘ono, Jack Mackerel, and Peto.....'

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Cool. But I know this already. So it didn't surprise me much. Then I found more:

'Wahoo - The speeding bullet - When a Wahoo hits your lure at 60 miles an hour and runs your 30 lbs test line for a few spurts of 100 to 150 yards, you have discovered an allure that no other fish will give you. The Wahoo or (Acanthocybium Solanderi) is a lean, sleek, torpedo looking fish that may be confused with a king mackerel to someone who has never seen one before.....'

'Few argue that there is a better tasting fish than the Wahoo. It can be argued that there isn't a fish in the ocean that has whiter meat than a Wahoo and the texture of the meat makes you want to eat all of it as Sashimi, Sushi or very lightly seared.....'

Conclusion: I'm fast (err...depending on what you're talking about) and I'm tasty (tasty as in sexy). I'm yummy. whoo.....

Wahoo vs Titanic

It's only natural that they name a submarine Wahoo since its such an amazing fish. Too bad it sank and killed all the crews on board.

USS Wahoo -

'WAHOO returned to Pearl Harbor from her sixth war patrol on 29 August 1943 with the dejected air peculiar to a highly successful submarine who suddenly could not make her torpedoes run true. In twenty-eight days away from port, seven of them spent in her assigned area in the Sea of Japan, WAHOO had expended ten torpedoes in nine attacks without inflicting any damage on the enemy. Her Skipper, Cmdr. D.W. Morton, returned to port to have the torpedoes changed or checked, and requested that WAHOO be sent back to the Japan Sea for her seventh patrol....'

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Conclusion: Giving a ship or submarine a great name does not predict its fortune or destiny. I assume its the same with naming children, so forget Brat or Angelina or Joline, if he/she's gonna grow up looking like a fish, the name won't matter. So, consider Prick or Bitch or Bastard (Hi, I'm Bastard Lim. Ha...hilarious!), at least it'll not be boring and can make people laugh.

They'd make me their Mayor if I stay there

Yes ladies and gentleman, there's a city called Wahoo in Nebraska, US.

'Located in the heart of Saunders County, Nebraska, Wahoo sits just 30 minutes west of Omaha, 30 minutes north of Lincoln, and 30 minutes south of Fremont. A small town community with a can-do attitude, Wahoo prides iteself on being a GREAT small town while still having access to many of the amenities of big city life. With two excellent school systems, a well-developed parks and recreation program, a new hospital, a new law enforcement center, and a new library, Wahoo is the heart of activity in Saunders County.....'

A Pulitzer Price winner and a Nobel Prize winner hails from this city.

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Conclusion: Geniuses springs from small city and town. There's one coming up from Ipoh too. wink wink wink wink wink and so on and so forth. Get it?

Wahoo can kick your ass, big time.

Edward "Wahoo" McDaniel achieved fame as a profesional American football player and later as a profesional wresler.

'He won the NWA National Heavyweight Championship from Tully Blanchard in front of a packed house of 11,000 fans in Los Angeles at The Forum (Inglewood, California) on August 28, 1986 during a wild and bloody match, but lost a unification match against NWA U.S. champion Nikita Koloff.......... Although his playing ability in football is often overshadowed by his wild lifestyle. Joe Namath and Larry Csonka, who played with him early in their careers, both printed stories about him in their autobiographies. In 1995, he was also inducted into the WCW Hall of Fame.'

Conclusion: Even if you think you own something so unique, you'll never find it anywhere else in the world, you better think again. Come on, someone else called Wahoo? So you still think you're special? Duh?!

It's been an interesting journey of self discovery for me so far, but still it doesn't answer my primary question - What does it mean when someone call you a Wahoo? I'm sure they don't mean a fish, a submarine, some city in Nebraska or a pro wrestler who's dead.
Then I found it. It even made me discover a really cool website on modern day slang.

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'The slang term used to call a prick-ass native american.

That faggot-assed wahoo sold me some shitty coke.'

'1. UVA student
2. Derrogatory word
3. Popped-collar sporting, butt plug using, all-around ugly and rich off mommy and daddy's money....assholes.

There were a bunch of fuckin wahoos at that party last night.'
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So that's it. The next time someone call you a Wahoo, you'd know what it means.

To the guy who search for the meaning of wahoo with the question above, if it makes you feel any better, people calls me wahoo all the time, I mean everyday, for as long as I can remember. They make fun of it much more than I prefer them to, but its all good fun to me. Some don't even remember my real name but just call me Yahoo.

I'm sure some of you have names that's even stranger than mine. The shit we have to deal with everyday huh. Life is amusing.

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Did anyone realize I've just shared another intimate part of myself with the world? If you notice, I don't really blog a lot about my inner feelings and the inner most thoughts and workings of my mind. Partly because I don't have the time to, and also because I'm not comfortable doing it. Even if there's a storm messing with my thoughts and emotions inside. I take care of my own problems, you know what I mean? I surprised myself a bit recently when I found that I'm opening up to certain people in my life, and felt glad doing it, cause it made me so much wiser sharing pieces of myself and exchanging it with pieces of other people.

But then again, I don't see myself blogging my intimate thoughts online. I don't know, maybe not just yet. So if you're trying to know me or understand me through my blog, this IS as good as it gets.

What the hell am I saying? People don't care about me, all they think about is themselves, you have no choice because you have a habit to finish reading whatever you started. You have no interest to read about me. Now you know I'm right, so get outta here, go watch tv or sleep or have sex or something. I'm finished here. Go, shoo.

Maybe I'll write about you in my next post. Maybe.

Major disclaimer:
You know when sometimes someone wants to talk to you and they try to tell you things in such a way that you would never be able to figure out what they're talking about, cause they don't intend it for your understanding? Like when they try to describe things which they don't want you to fully understand so whatever they say becomes so damn abstract you swear that it would give even Einstein a hard time, but in the end they finish by thanking you and you're left with the feeling of wanting to strangle them for choosing you to talk to?

I'm gonna do that to you today.

Compared to Einstein, I'm more stupid. I admit that.

You have no need to make sense of what I'm about to write because what I write today is not for your understanding but for your reading enjoyment. But if you insist in knowing the true issue, you can email me for further questions. I have to say I can only entertain a certain number of enquiries, so you'd have to ask yourself these questions before you contact me:

1) Are you a girl?

2) Are you hot?

3) Do you think I'm hot?

4) Is there a tiniest weeniest bit of a chance that further contact with you would result in us making out?

If the answer is 'NO' to ANY of the questions above, contacting me further would be out of the question.

This doesn't count as a girl, or hot for that matter. Pls, no arguments here, ok.

End of Disclaimer.

Assuming you understand what the hell I was saying in the disclaimer, I'd like to thank you for still reading.

Here goes:

F*cking up is essential, given the right thereafter contemplation in making things good for the future. The right kind of f*ck up make you stare at yourself and realise being a f*ck up and admitting it can mean doing good in the future. Sometimes you have to be sorry for your f*ck ups, and do good in f*cking yourself so you realise you still have a chance to do good to the right person. No f*ck up is caused by one single person. That's the beauty of it. And by the time you realise this fact, you're already so confused that if someone hand you 'the most f*ck up person of the world' award, you'd gladly take it. I guess the trick is stop blaming yourself or anyone else cause you know what happened, and you didn't or are too stupid to do something about it earlier.



That's all I've got for you today.

Oh ya, thanks. Can't live without thanking you.

I just finished reading a book titled 'The Wisdom of Crowds' by James Surowiecki. A fascinating book. It details the phenomenon where large group of people always make smarter decisions collectively than the brightest individual in the group, with some conditions in place, one of them being that the group is a mixture of bright, not so bright, and also really dumb people, like you. Hahaha........!!!Wahahaha.......!

'm sorry. Kidding, kidding, ok. Just that you've not been here at my blog for so long (cause I've not updated it, haha...), just messing with you a bit, you know, a little bonding. No?

Not funny? Whatever.

What this means is that, if some inherent conditions apply, groupthink always outsmart the decisions of individual experts. Yes, polling the results of a group always outperform the opinion of some of the most well educated and informed experts on any particular topics, consistently. Only very few percentage of individuals are able to make better decisions than when the general public (which includes the whole spectrum of intelligence) decides to poll their wisdom.

Well, let's take the example of the financial market. For those who have invested in mutual funds before, we know that the majority of mutual funds underperform market indexes. This is because mutual funds are managed by fund managers, a small group of people who are supposed to be expert in investing, but these few individuals, with all their knowledge and experience still make us lose our hard earned, like what we Chinese like to say, blood sweat money. Damn those fags. Of course there are a very selected few in the world of investment who constantly beat the market average, one of them being the ultimate guru of investing, Warren Buffet, the second richest man in the world, but there are not many.

Some commented this is a counter intuitive model. Yea, I believe it is. Ever since that 'Men in Black' movie, where, if you remember, Tommy Lee Jones explained to Will Smith why the existence of aliens are not made public, he said: 'An individual is intelligent, calm, blah blah..and some shit I don't remember. Mainly good shit. But people, as in a group, a country, is chaotic, panicky and so would not take the knowledge of existence of aliens well. It would only cause mass hysteria. That has been my model of the world ever since. Until I read the book, that is.

Why am I telling you all this? I'm not trying to do a book review here actually, although it may seem to be. I'm writing this post after, once again, I'm astounded by the display of lack of cognitive abilities among even some of the smartest people by doing something every other moron is doing, and I'm sorry if you happen to be one of them.

What triggered this is when I saw a message on my friendster Bulletin board titled 'I'm deleting you from my friendster list'. It reminded me of the numerous emails and sms I received with somewhat the same kind of title, but more potent threats incorporated into it. The one in my bulletin board is really quite harmless and different from the ones I'm condemning (So don't be angry ya, Marilyn!).


I'm sure you've encountered them also. See if you remember any emails or sms that ends with anything that sounds like these:

'You must forward this mail to at least 15 billion people or so in the next gazillion of a millionth second or else your love life would suffer for eternity, meaning, you'll end up marrying someone from 'Buy a Russian Bride' programme and find out she's a transvestite on your wedding night.'

'You have been tagged by the good luck deity. You must forward this sms to all your friends, your enemies, and the people you don't even know but for some bizarre reason, you have their phone number, or else all hairs on your head would fall off and hair will grow on your buttocks as thick as the Amazon forest.'

'Hotmail is shutting down inactive accounts! Please forward this message to as many people as possible because we at Hotmail are too lazy to do anything more than lifting our fingers or ordering pizza for lunch. Failing to do so, we would assume your email account is inactive and your existence in the online world insignificant, and that you're impotent, and would delete and bar you from using our services ever again for your entire lifetime, and your next life, and the next one...and...well, you get the drift.'




The amazing thing is after all efforts by some of us, the smart ones, to inform those who feel intimidated by these messages that these are hoax and is probably written by losers as a viral marketing bid to get some messages across, we still see it in our mailbox and sms from time to time. I still do. I bet you do too.

I can't believe it when even Youtube is infected by this virus. In the comments section, I found this:

'DONT READ THIS!
In 1932 A Girl was Raped And She Said Hei Do Laki Before She DIed. IF You Dont Repost This In 5 Topics She Will Appear By Your Bed With Glowing Red Eyes And Stare At You Until YOu Fall ASleep'

Not surprisingly, people do repost this. I have no idea whether they do it out of fear or because they think it’s funny. It is not.

You know what? I give up. There is no way to stop the world from acting dumb. Just one thing, if you receive one of those emails or sms, don’t send to me, even if you have only 5 friends in the entire world and I’m one of them. Even if you think your life (or sex life for that matter) depends on it. Don’t, please, I beg you. Deal?