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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


Mwah<3
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I'm back with Vengeance. Oh, lovely, sweet, dangerously girlish Vengeance. How would you like to know? Maybe she'd like you too.

AHHHH. I forgot my tagged account and can't disable it, thus it keeps spamming me with notifs. WHY? WHY ME? WHY EVERYTIME ME? WHY ALWAYS ME? Sometimes I want to seek attention. Sometimes I get the wrong kind of attention.

NPCC is pwnage, more specifically HCINPCC. Need proof? Overall squad GOLD 15 times consecutively. And I can see how. I'm in it.

Well, I'm bored. The radio is my only companion on Friday nights. But today's a Saturday, so I might as well spend the rest of my time degrading at home and feeling the joy of getting out of tuition. Oh. An early HAPPY MOTHERS DAY to all of my female friends out there. I love you beautiful ppl for adding so much feminism to my life. You taught me how to be jealous, how to love, how to behave, how to stop and think. Thanks for all that :)

MOM, YOUR SON LOVES YOU VERY MUCH. YOU CAN'T DENY IT =D

Apparently, I have nothing much more to say. Please wait for the next post on father's day guys. BTW THX for all the comments ppl. It's nice to know that there are some people out there that cared and still care about you.

I've gotta find a way to make this thing longer without paragraphing anymore. I need a word. Anyone? Okay you over there. WHAT? Are you sure? I can't do it. I promised? Fine.

Herpes. What's that? According to the dictionary, it is...
"A disease that causes painful patches on the skin. There are several different forms of the disease."
Well that wasn't so bad. But the type of herpes is the one that...

Never mind. Wasn't worth mentioning. Alright, here's a teaser.

A man and his son are involved in a serious car accident. The father is killed, and the son is rushed to the emergency room. Upon arrival, the attending doctor looks at the child and gasps, "This child is my son!" Who is the doctor?

Keep on trying. You'll figure it out somehow. Spoilers below.


Figured it out yet? The doctor is the son's mother. Easy wasn't it? It's the problem of insight. If you think males are the only ones to dominate the corporate jungle, think again. Here's another, taken courtesy of the book 'Blink' by Malcolm Gladwell, which truly changed the way I think about the world. OHNO. Sounds like cheap advertising.

There is a steel pyramid which has endured the test of age. A million dollar bll is trapped beneath a giant steel pyramid inverted upon its point. How does one remove the million dollar bill without disturbing the steel pyramid?

The answer is to burn the million dollar bill slowly. Another insight problem on whether you are a penny pincher or a walking charity.


Okay, I seriously have nothing else to write about. Bye.


(10:50:00 AM)