kepo-ing Zz85

[warning, content below requires some chinese knowledge]
xiao ming walks suddenly and his legs suddenly becomes “suan”. Why?
xiao ming stays on the 20 floor, but takes the life to the 18 floor to walk up. Why?
xiao ming “pa” stairs. Why?
xiao ming’s caught a mostiqutoe on his hand but didnt want to kill it because it was its birthday, but it died, why?
xiao ming’s father has 3 children, yi mao, er mao, and whose the 3rd?
[xiao ming's jokes extends to his family members, da ming, xiao bai, da bai, xiao pei... and the list could go on..]

Something like that happened in my ATT classroom.

Sensing I should should liven the admosphere of the class, I decided to ask what you might call, jokes, riddles, å?ƒé??é—®ç­�?题(Qian Bian Wen Da Ti meaning “bashing” or lame questions).

As usual, there are already some jokers (which every group of people should have), and soon it became a verbal (jokes) warzone.

Like the last line of defense of an aircraft carrier, firing 60,000 rounds per second, questions were pounded continously by me until others couldnt take it, dying of laughter or enemy lameless I don’t know.

I have categorised many jokes into themes (like tagging) eg. sound fxs, words, logical, mockary and truly lame types. One category which had a high number of questions involved the imaginary character called �明 (xiao ming).

Those are reasons why I earned that title of mine. (In this short time of NS, alone I am nicknamed [in BMT] “mini toon”, “transformer”, [in ATT] “violin player”, “MSD”, “xiao ming”. It would be a collection I could recall those other wacky nicknames i had).

Thinking back to where I have learn the new vocab, from the primary school english text book, that could describe me is the word “Riddler”.