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MeHey you, yes you. Is there anyone else that I could be talking to? Read this. Just the beginning part and if you fag outt like it then dont read it. I wont force you. And if you decided to read this, you might be question what the title means. Well its a mindless waste of musical composition and ink as it is about (NO, you dimwit, it isnt about the Windows Millennium rendering) me, the writer, who is simply fall aparting you (the reader) about his boring and melodramatic life. Now that you slam the meaning of the title lets, us begin this waste of time.I was born(p) in Karachi, on the 12th of September in the early 19 eightys, along with two other babies, simply not from the alike mother. I was a healthy baby 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 half years ago. Anyway, thats abounding about my bir th. (If you want to know more, feel free to contact my lawyer, who is currently in a coma due to a head crack sustained while guest starring in the Jerry Springer Show)I was christened after twenty- one days of my birth and was named Hassan, after one of the imaums in my religion, Islam. And through these seven-teen and half years, I have proven my name wrong in its meaning except in a few certain aspects. I started to speak at the carver 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 be or contain some form of chicken in them.I grew up to be large and tall, and due to this I was kicked out of kindergarten and promoted to mark I. This was the first and last time I was double promoted, not because of my cognizance of because of my size. Like they say SIZE DOES MATTERAnyway, enough of that. I moldiness have shifted more citi es than anyone else in my age, except the babies of nomads. I first lived