Look at Xing Ji, he's waving some fries about.

When I think of Xing Ji, I have this very distinct memory of a group of guys singing some national anthem exalting Lord U-Ry (however you spell his name) as Lord of the Moon in their efforts of pledging their allegiance to the Life on the Moon.

(Clue: think EST Form 4)

I also think about the phrase "tiny-tot" and his once-squeaky voice, although he ain't so tiny anymore and his voice has tuned down at least 3 and 3/4 octaves lower.

(Clue: think Form 2 Choral-Speaking)

I also think about the crappy essays, the lame-ass topics of conversations and the way he laughs that freaky high-pitched laughter that causes us instant stomachaches.

(Don't kill me ahh, XingJi!!)

Thanks a million for the laughter and the fun. You rocked our socks. Do continue rocking the socks of those around you. :o)

Happy birthday, Too Xing Ji!!!