People wonder why in the world am I mingmong, so I decided I shall explain why once and for all.
It all starts with my dear friend of 15+ years Choo Yi Ping. One fine day, trini or someone decides to call her Pingpong. And somehow, I was included in the picture and became Mingmong. I can't remember who started it, it could be trini or pingpong or someone else, but that's how it came about. Funnily, pingpong didn't stick and mingmong did and soon pple started calling me mingmong.
So what is mingmongster??? Nothing. Its only cos i couldn't get mingmong.blogspot.com cos its already in use, so I had to cook something up.
This made me wonder how come someone else would use mingmong as a username? So this prompted me to google mingmong, and this is what I found...
The Ming Mong association of Australia. Seems like I have fans down under huh..
Anyway, what the hell is this all about? Apparently, Ming Mong is some game in which people send insults to each other via messages, and I guess the one who insults better wins and the one who can't hitback loses. They claim that this sport started way back in the stone age where people used dinosaur bones to carve these messages and deliver them by hand. This often caused fights since the insults were delivered in person. Later on in history, some professor used seagulls to send mass messages to people. Sounds like the chinese who use fei ge chuan shu..
Now, with the advent of handphones have brought Mingmonging to new heights as people are able to send SMSes via their phones. Thus, competitors have to think fast, and reply fast. That's probably why they have the fingers on the association sign...u use your thumbs to type SMSes...this slowly became more advanced with the use of MMS, so now Ming Monging is done mainly through picture msges
This seemed like total crap at first, but somehow it seems to be a genuine game..
For those who are interested in joining my association, please go to www.mingmong.com.au
What's even more interesting is yet to come....
Trini decided one day that my brother Wei Ming shall be called minimingmong, since he is my younger brother. And guess what? They have Mini Ming Mong too!!
This is ming mong using traditional text msges....
I think maybe I should be their spokesperson, cover model or mascot since I am the real mingmong...
Once again now..Everyone put ur fingers together and go..."Mingmong!"
Sidetrack:
Shall explain the story of why pingpong is my long time friend of 15+ years although I really only knew her 1 year ago.
I got to know pingpong through Trini cause pingpong needed help with some school photo shoot. So nice mingmong decided to help her. But then, a few weeks ago, my mommy was surfing around my minimingmong's blog and visited pingpong's blog. She then decided to check out her photos and she stumbled upon a photo of pingpong and her family which was taken during her bday. My mom screamed for me. I was in the room then and I was wondering what in the world did I do wrong...or was it a cockroach...then my mommy came looking for me and asked if I knew a Ping..so I said yes I did and I asked why. My mom then said she saw the pic and she knows her parents! Gasp! What a small world!
So the story unfolds... Apparently, my mom was the one who introduced pingpong's dad to her mom way back when they were in Uni...My mom says her dad was a joker/havoc type and her mom was a quiet demure type. She was surprised her dad asked to get to know her mom. So my mom played matchmaker and so that is the main reason why Pingpong is living today. Imagine, if my mommy din introduce her parents...there wouldn't be a Choo Yi Ping in this world!!!! Pingpong certainly owes my mom her life...
Anyway, the story unfolds further... My mommy said that pingpong's dad used to disturb my mom alot last time. This is really interesting because I think I now know the reason for me being born: To terrorise pingpong. I was born to settle the scores of the previous generation. The very first time I met pingpong during the photoshoot, we had dinner at a food court. She sat beside me. She left her food on the table and went off to get a drink or smtg. At that moment, I dunno why...something inside me prompted me to do the unthinkable. I took a bottle of chilli powder and poured it into her food. This is not smtg I wld do normally although the tricky master has a million and one tricks which many have fallen prey to. But this time it was weird, cos I barely knew pingpong! But this voice inside my head jus kept telling me to DO IT! So I did. And then she came back and gobbled her food down and started complaining its bloody spicy and she doesnt take chilli. Till recently, pingpong couldn't forget the first time we met. But now, we know the real reason why that happened.
So why do I know pingpong for 15+ years? Cos apparently we supposedly met in my house 15+ years ago, but none of us could remember it. Maybe when we met then, I was tugging her hair and making faces at her since it is a natural instinct for me to terrorise her. Guess its not her fault, blame it on the shang4 yi1 dai4 that we have to settle the scores of old...
So that's the story of my l0ng lost friend pingpong.
Finally, to add more coincidence into the story between me and pingpong....I quote Mr Rupert Bowman, Secretary of the Ming Mong Association, who looks like a moron..
"Ming Mong - The international game of messaging ping pong. It isn't just a game of insults. It's a game of skill. A game of love. A game where the best players doesn't win - everyone does."
There you go...ping pong is here in this quote with me even...and pingpong is somehow very tickled by this...she is flipping now.
