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Hello.
My name is sean. This is my rant.

THINK THIS BLOG IS EVER GOING TO GET YOU ANSWERS?
GIVE IT UP.
nevertheless I keep it to chronicle my life. Without photos. I can only imagine how puzzled I will be when I re-read my blog.

Ear Candy
Green Day.
F.O.B.
The Script.
Coldplay.
All the above, selectively.
Good sounds with a mild relaxing effect.

How to screw up my day:
Irritating, attention-seeking behaviour
Being a general ass-hole

Upon a star with a gun, I wish:
For me to stop being addicted to
The computer -Love -Being happy
And for a less competitive world.

Would be nice, but

I don't have friends on Blogspot anymore.





Bitch about this excuse of a blog


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3/8/10
They broke. The specs broke. Here's the lowdown.

1.48p.m. Finish cleaning out the classroom. Dismissal was 8 mins ago. What a bore. Said bye to Shawn Chan & David but decided to stay on for "target practice". Got a random bottle filled with lemon tea that looked like the decomposition juice.

2.00p.m. Got out of the classroom and to the bus stop. NYG alr started coming out, but it wasn't even peak. Rather than waiting for them by taking another bus, I took one with Ethan (NJC) & KeeXuan. It seems KaiJie (SJI) was taking the same bus. It also seems I had ignored the fact that KeeXuan just told me that my specs had fallen out of my pocket. Prolly cuz I was preoccupied with sorting out my Primary Sch bus card and Secondary sch bus card (the latter hadn't been activated).

2.05p.m. Decided to do a crazy thing. Got out of the bus two stops after HC gate 3 bus stop and walked to the nearest bridge. Went over and took the bus to NYGH. By this time it was...

2.12p.m. NYG peak time. Many many girls at the bus stop. I just managed to get off. W00Ts. So many. I decided that time was more important than girls and crossed the bridge.

2.14p.m. No, two minutes didn't pass cuz i was slow. two minutes passed because i was busy stalling, staring at the bus stop I was at seconds ago (or rather, the majority of the people there). I was not in a position to go find my specs, cuz I am short-sighted and rather tall. So I went back to the school where I could contact ppl easily. It's not easy to concentrate when NYG AND NJC girls are around you, chattering incessantly. The area around me, although crowded, seemed kinda whisperish. IDK. May be my imagination.

2.45p.m. Lets just say I posted an SMB message on lost specs at the bus stop. I got back. Suprise, there was the person I was trying to contact. Jason. Clarence was with him. Barely any girls left, so i got to focus on the task at hand. Enlisted Jason and told him to find the specs. Worked like a charm. He found it within 10 seconds.

~~~~DESCRIPTION OF SPECTACLES~~~~

DISCLAIMER: THIS IS NOT FOR ANYONE WHO HAS A WEAK HEART OR IS SQUEAMISH, HAS SQUAIDS, NANOBOTS, CONSTIPATION, GOLDFISH MEMORY SYNDROME OR ANYTHING ELSE RELATED TO ANYONE-CAN-SCARE-THE-CRAP-OUT-OF-YOU SYMPTOMS.

Alright let's begin.

It was a warm and sunny afternoon, and... Wait.

Try again.

It was a dark and stormy...

Nope. If you do that again I'm going to have to...

Right. The spectacles were mangled and crushed. The lenses looked a little like the mirror George Bush uses. I can safetly conclude that it has been run over by a bus tyre. It couldn't have been stepped on because I did once and saw the results.

What were the results?

My shoe got twisted.

........


(7:18:00 PM)