A godly name of a beautiful girl filled with loads of love. She is strong but a little weak inside. She loves cuddles and fun. All she need is love and pure true friends.
Usually confused all the time, but once you get to know him he'd be a friend you can trust forever. Loves planes, books, food and cooking, listening to music, is sarcastic and sometimes lame. He's not the most serious person in the world, time passes frequently, and is a person who studies in the last minute. Quick learner as he is, makes mistakes.
A fella who will make 50 revisions to your code in 5 days, and can remember any dream from the past 5 lifetimes. Will wipe your laptop hard drive 10 times if spotted at night.
The word 'flag' as pronounced by people with thick Belfast accents. The term is a perfect encapsulation of the disproportionate and overblown reaction to the removal of the Union Jack (as in 'de fleg') from above City Hall in Belfast. Where previously it had flown for 365 days per year, it is now flown on 17 designated days of the year - in line with many other British cities.
The event caused a portion of the Protestant community ('fleggers') to make international pricks of themselves as they proceeded to wreck the fucking place, claiming it was another erosion of a 'British' identity they perceive to have been under attack since the horrifying spectre of equality reared its head in Northern Ireland.
The word 'fleg' - and indeed 'fleggers' - fittingly describes a section of humanity unconcerned with knowledge, reality or the vagaries of the English language. Like America's tea-baggers they are ruled by instinct, fear and paranoia with a side dish of rampant bigotry and startling ignorance of the world around them.
"Wat de fuck like! The taigs got de fleg took down! Let's wreck de fuckin place! No surrender!"
"De fleg has been took down! Before ye know it there'll be a united Ireland! Attack Short Strand! God Save The Queen!"