Sunday, February 10, 2019

ME :: essays research papers

MeHey you, yes you. Is there anyone else that I could be talking to? Read this. exactly the dejectning part and if you breakt like it then dont infer it. I wont force you. And if you decided to read this, you might be wondering what the title means. Well its a mindless waste of paper and ink as it is about (NO, you dimwit, it isnt about the Windows Millennium Edition) me, the writer, who is simply telling you (the reader) about his slow and melodramatic life. Now that you know the meaning of the title lets, us begin this waste of time.I was born in Karachi, on the 12th of family in the early nineteen eightys, along with two otherwise babies, scarce not from the same mother. I was a healthy spoil boy of nine pounds and a loud voice. I was the second born, of my mother, but the biggest by my mother. I was told that I was a troublesome baby, but hey, how do I know what happened or what I did seventeen and a one- half(prenominal)(a) years ago. Anyway, thats enough about my pay . (If you want to know more, see free to contact my lawyer, who is currently in a coma payable to a head injury sustained while guest feature in the Jerry Springer Show)I was christened after twenty- one daylights of my birth and was named Hassan, after one of the Imams in my religion, Islam. And through these seven-teen and half years, I have proven my name wrong in its meaning tho in a few certain aspects. I started to speak at the tender age of two and a half years, and my first word, as my elders tell me, is Chicken. I still wonder, to this day how I said it, but for some strange reason or the other, all of my favorite foods and dishes are or contain some figure of speech of chicken in them.I grew up to be large and tall, and collect to this I was kicked out of kindergarten and promoted to grade I. This was the first and last time I was double promoted, not because of my intelligence of because of my size. Like they say SIZE DOES subjectAnyway, enough of that. I must hav e shifted more cities than anyone else in my age, except the babies of nomads. I first lived

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