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Name: Ian
Country: Botswana
Birthday: 5/29/1988
Gender: Male
Interests: Anime, PC Gaming, screwing around in Photoshop and 3DSMax.
Expertise: ...none...
Occupation: Other
Industry: Other
Message: message me
Member Since:
6/28/2003
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| Alright since all you little Xanga fucks are too lazy to go to my blogspot.
1.) Photography 1
2.) AP English 4
3.) AP European History
4.) Off
5.) Shakespeare
6.) AP French 4
7.) Art 4
8.) Off
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| *edit* Let me explain this further, if you'll look closely at the
screenshot you'll find a comment with some very naughty, naughty
language posted by one "aznjohn05" who's Xanga has very recently been
shut down by its proprietor. Who was this proprietor? Why, it's John
Huang, of course. But why this naughty language? In my opinion, I think
John is a frustrated young man and this is just an outlet for him to
get his jollies and vent some of his frustration, certainly not harming
anyone but it's still damn funny.
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*edit agian*
I like how the username of the weird skank "girl" John commented on is
fuk_my_tittie... tittie, no 's'. Singular? Only one tit? What?
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Sorry, John Huang. I had to do it. They made me.
My funny little sexist asian friend talking dirty... it just kills me. It really does.
http://www.xanga.com/item.aspx?user=fuk_my_tittie&tab=weblogs&uid=280340533
Proof.
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| Goodbye, Xanga. Hello Blogspot. | | |
| We've had more games rained out that we have played. And according to the long range forecast, it's going to rain on saturday. I've got another game on saturday. This is a terrible time for soccer. What with the rain here and Arsenal winning the Premiereship over in England. I can't complain much, though. I'm lazy and I love that rain. Playing soccer in the rain is great fun. Until it starts pelting down in massive drops with the wind blowing it in your face so you cant open your eyes lest you lose your contacts like the game on Saturday.
Every so often I'm beginning to become tempted to clean my room. This only happens when it's a complete fucking disaster area. Like now. I dont really care about all the shit on the floor, but the only important bit (the 5 foot by 5 foot space around my computer) is starting to get really really cluttered and its getting hard to find CDs and stuff I need. Perhaps it's getting close to cleaning time...
Eh fuck it, I'll do it later.
OH GOD! My mouse, my pride and joy, the world's coolest prehipheral, my awesome, awesome Microsoft Wireless Intellimouse 2.0 with LEATHER, goddamnit. It isn't working. It won't track. According to the software the battery life and signal strength are both in top condition, the thing just won't fucking read anything. I'm pretty sure it's completely broken because it doesn't go into flashy-power-save-mode when you take it off the table any more. This isn't good. I only had the damn thing for 6 months. First my Logitech Elite Keyboard (another god-like prehipheral) and now this. My sleek, black desktop is now replaced with a Dell Quietkey that my father spilled wine on so the Ctrl keys don't work and a cheap little white Logitech generic optical mouse. This is terrible.
Anna and Xue need to get un-sick. I'm running low on people to talk to on IM. | | |
| hehe sweet
You're the United Nations!
Most people think you're ineffective, but you are trying to completely save the world from itself, so there's always going to be a long way to go. You're always the one trying to get friends to talk to each other, enemies to talk to each other, anyone who can to just talk instead of beating each other about the head and torso. Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't, and you get very schizophrenic as a result. But your heart is in the right place, and sometimes also in New York.
Take the Country Quiz at the Blue Pyramid
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