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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…..’

source.

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….’

source

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.

source

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.

My mom’s ambition is to be a firefighter.

Shocking? I just found out the other day. I’m sure she’d made a pretty good one. Actually, I know she’d be a very good one.

Let me tell you why.

This is a story involving a papaya tree. You see, my mom likes to plant some fruit trees, flowers or any type of plants on whatever land she could find around the house. Coincidently, at the back of our house was a piece of undeveloped land, which makes it perfect for her to work her magic of sprouting life from seeds.

In the past she has planted all sorts of veges and even groundnuts. She used to cook us some groundnut’s roots soup, and that’s the reason I’m so tall.

So right now, there is no more vege in that piece of land. It’s overgrown with grass, except for a single papaya tree. This tree came from some seeds left over when we ate a papaya. After constant care for a period of time, it growed into a cute little papaya tree.

Once every few months, this land overgrown with really tall grass catches fire during the dry season and fire will spread and razes the whole area until it looks like a couple of UFOs landed there and left. Sometimes these fires are started by some neighbours who wants to clear the overgrown weeds.

It happened again.

Fire were spreading fast, fueled by the strong wind.

My mom was anxious, ‘We have to save it, haven’t even enjoyed a single fruit from the tree!.’ I was thinking - Damn, what strong spirit.

I tried to help out. We took turns to water the surrounding area of the papaya tree. Took picture while she’s in action. We thought we had no chance. The fire was really big.

We’re not stupid. Of course we called for help. We pay taxes too, you know. Goes to show how much people in this country appreciate papayas.

Well, actually they didn’t really come to save our papaya tree. The fire was too dangerous cause it’s so near our houses.

Since the men in uniform are already here, we thought we’d take advantage of that. Your salary comes from my pocket, so you save my papaya tree. Savvy?
I ought to send this photo the the papers.

It was such a ruckus, all my neighbours can’t help themselves and took the chance to play with water. Kids nowaday.

We will enjoy papayas from this little fella after all.

As the fire engine were leaving, me and my mom peared out the window and looked at the papaya tree we saved, and we laughed so hard our stomach hurts.

Firemen came to save our papaya tree (sort of). Who would believe us if I’ve not taken these photos?

THE END.

p.s. Oh ya, by the way. I’ll post photo of the ‘decoration’ my father made on our window soon, and we’ll know whether you’ve won.

Once in a year, my neighbourhood gets turned into a ‘red light district’ because of all the super bright Chinese New Year lightings and lanterns being put on display by thy lovely neighbours.

Aren’t you sick and tired of it? I mean, what lame excuse to use to show off, to prove our superiority in decorating skills. I mean what do they think of when they see each other in the morning?

Neighbour A: ‘Hi, morning’ (Hey neighbour, see this? I’ve got more lights than you do. Loser! Haha….’

Neighbour B: ‘Hey, morning, you’re earlier than usual today’.( Oh my god, what bad taste. Those lanterns looks so cheap, did you pick that up from the dump where I threw them last year?)

Neighbour A: Ya, I’ve got a meeting this morning. See you. ( I win every year. Man, buck up will you. Give me some competition.Damn, you’re hopeless).

Neighbour B: Ok. See you. (You should check out my house when you come back from work, when I have decorated it with the coolest new blinking firecrackers with 6 different blinking patterns. Hah, take that!)

You may have an early start, but you aint seen what coming yet.

 

 

I mean, come on, we’ve done that already during Christmas.

 
Alo, you think electricity is cheap ka?

We can’t help it either, the force is just too strong. We had

to join

the party.

Oh no, can’t let you have all the attention there, neighbour.

Bet your family is doing the same thing as mine.

This is my dad. Now, you can see he’s working on something. Anyone who can guess what’s he trying to do gets a prize from me. Serious.

Go think. Use your brain a little.