And here it comes, Ladies and Gentlemen, hot on the heels of the first post;
The Greatest Internet Poll Since The One On NakedChicks.Com... EVER!
(marvel at my grammatical prowess!) = (
Anyway.
As I typed out the first post, I got to thinking. What do I do with the one I'd been using before this? The one I had lavished SO much attention on. The one which has received more views than any other Aiman-produced webpage (10 views in ten months, baby! Eat THAT, Google!)?
Am I to say goodbye, it was fun, i'll call you tomorrow and throw it away, just like a one-night-stand?
Or do I say, 'I'm sorry, you're just not my type'?
... Or... 'It's not you, it's me, baby'? How about, 'I'm just not ready for this'?
'Let's be friends'? 'I am gay'?
No. I dont think it deserves such treatment.
So What to do?
Whattodo. Whattodo.
Well. When in doubt, TV is the answer!
*flips channels*
*flip* 'Welcome to... Promiscuous Idiots Island Season 5, on Fox!'
*flip* 'Dan kita semua sebagai warganegara Islam harus mengharamka-'
*flipflip* 'Erectile dysfunction? Call 1800-'
*flip* '-erican Idol, where YOUR vote counts!'
Ah!
Perfect.
Ladies and Gentlemen. To any and all who read this (which may number anywhere between 0-0.1, depending in connection speed and the price of mangosteens). Read the following Simple and E-Zee instructions, and you, too, can be a part of...
The Greatest Internet Poll Since The One On NakedChicks.Com... EVER!
Step 1 : Click on the following link.
http://dontmessitup.blog.friendster.com/
Clickyclicky? Good. = )
Step 2 : Read a random post. Any one. Read more than one if you want*.
Step 3 : Return to this blog.
Step 4 : In the Poll widget-thingy (on this blog... Should be on the right of the screen), vote whether I should;
a) Keep the Friendster blog.
b) Delete the Friendster blog.
c) Move everything here.
And now. The choice is in your hands, dear reader(s). And I know how much you looooove choices. The ramifications? Not so much. But we all like to have the iloooooosion of free will, don't we? Damn, I'm making my poll sound bad now. Scratch this whole paragraph.
Thank you, ladies and gentlemen. (I use the plural purely for convention. Whether I receive ladies and gentlemen in quantities exceeding one of each is still a matter open for debate.)
And now you may ask. What do you receive in return for participating in The Greatest Internet Poll Since The One On NakedChicks.Com... EVER!
Well. That. Is next post material right there. = )
*(This blogger will not be held responsible for deaths/injuries from boredom related to the reading of the referred blog.)
Monday, December 22
Sunday, December 21
Here's The Thing...
Good Evening, Ladies and Gents, and welcome to another episode of Aiman's Sad Little Life. I hope you've tucked the dog in and let the kids out, cause here comes yet another steaming wad of teenage angst (WHY, GOD, WHY ME???!!!)!
Anyway.
This will be my... What, third blog? In five years? I know, I know, it doesn't seem that terrible, but once you've sworn to disembowel yourself should you stop posting on whatever blog you're using now, switching blog isn't really... Very easy. Pesky conscience. Wonder if death-vows are transferable.
Now. To the half-assed personal confessions. Much has happened since my last legitimate Friendster blog post, dated... *much cyber-fumbling*... Ah... April 4th, 2007.
...
WTF.
April 4th. 2007.
04.04.07?
What the hell have I been doing for... a year and a half?! (yell my imaginary reader(s))
And to answer that, my phantom friends, i have compiled a List. Yes. Capital L. A List, ladies and gentlemen. A List that states (blatantly-and-without-shame-cause-i-need-attention-so-i-don't-shrivel-and-die) my achievements during the... Shall we call it the 'white-out' period?... Of my blogging 'career'. And yes. I can actually number what I've been doing these 18 months;
Of the 8. The only two which I hold as significant events in my otherwise pedestrian life are Bullet Points 1 and 5. Yes.
Which brings us to the second part of my off-the-cuff-agenda. DEDICATIONS!
For it is tradition. Well. My tradition, mostly. Well, no, actually, it isn't even my tradition. In fact, i just thought of this as I finished typing 'DEDICATIONS'. Anyway. To the point, before the teenage attention span rears its ugly head only to rear it somewhere else two seconds later cause it got bored like you are now.
This blog. Is dedicated. To Roxanne.
And to the following College People (and this is by no means an exhaustive list), who're my rocks, anchors, plasma TVs, bass amplifiers and otherwise really heavy stuff. They are (in no particular order);
Okay. Anyway. The point of these shameless shoutouts is that;
When I am tempted. To not update my blog. When I am tempted. To give up on it. I will think of you. And I will remember that it is for you I am doing this for. And come hell or high blood pressure I will drag myself painfully to my computer and feverishly type out a rambling, irrelevant post, just to push that Goddamn hit counter up a few effing digits. Hmm. That probably didn't sound as heartfelt as it did in my head. Oh, well. Whatever. The point is, it's for you guys. And girls. = )
Reading the post, I realise that I come off as imbalanced, with strange mood swings. Rapid ones. Bipolar, even. Well. Maybe I am. That. You shall find out soon, reader(s). For now. I must go. Roxanne. She calls.
Next post: My Friendster blog; is it time to let go?
Anyway.
This will be my... What, third blog? In five years? I know, I know, it doesn't seem that terrible, but once you've sworn to disembowel yourself should you stop posting on whatever blog you're using now, switching blog isn't really... Very easy. Pesky conscience. Wonder if death-vows are transferable.
Now. To the half-assed personal confessions. Much has happened since my last legitimate Friendster blog post, dated... *much cyber-fumbling*... Ah... April 4th, 2007.
...
WTF.
April 4th. 2007.
04.04.07?
What the hell have I been doing for... a year and a half?! (yell my imaginary reader(s))
And to answer that, my phantom friends, i have compiled a List. Yes. Capital L. A List, ladies and gentlemen. A List that states (blatantly-and-without-shame-cause-i-need-attention-so-i-don't-shrivel-and-die) my achievements during the... Shall we call it the 'white-out' period?... Of my blogging 'career'. And yes. I can actually number what I've been doing these 18 months;
- Picked up Bass Guitar
- Graduated from High School
- Played (and bombed) at a Battle of the Bands
- Humiliated self in front of potential mates, thereby further alienating chances of procreation.
- Started College
- See No. 4
- See No. 6
- see No. 7; replace 'further alienating' with 'absolutely annihilating'
Of the 8. The only two which I hold as significant events in my otherwise pedestrian life are Bullet Points 1 and 5. Yes.
Which brings us to the second part of my off-the-cuff-agenda. DEDICATIONS!
For it is tradition. Well. My tradition, mostly. Well, no, actually, it isn't even my tradition. In fact, i just thought of this as I finished typing 'DEDICATIONS'. Anyway. To the point, before the teenage attention span rears its ugly head only to rear it somewhere else two seconds later cause it got bored like you are now.
This blog. Is dedicated. To Roxanne.
And to the following College People (and this is by no means an exhaustive list), who're my rocks, anchors, plasma TVs, bass amplifiers and otherwise really heavy stuff. They are (in no particular order);
- Mishyan Kumar
- Nazrin Shah
- Keshminder Singh
- Nuralissa Norrazak
- Kamilia Aisyah Kamaruzaman
- Nurfadia Ilham
- Chitra Rani
- Suman Suppayah
- Amelia Foong
- Low Wen Zhen
- Nik Madihah
- Aimi Nadhira
- Amirul Zarif
Okay. Anyway. The point of these shameless shoutouts is that;
When I am tempted. To not update my blog. When I am tempted. To give up on it. I will think of you. And I will remember that it is for you I am doing this for. And come hell or high blood pressure I will drag myself painfully to my computer and feverishly type out a rambling, irrelevant post, just to push that Goddamn hit counter up a few effing digits. Hmm. That probably didn't sound as heartfelt as it did in my head. Oh, well. Whatever. The point is, it's for you guys. And girls. = )
Reading the post, I realise that I come off as imbalanced, with strange mood swings. Rapid ones. Bipolar, even. Well. Maybe I am. That. You shall find out soon, reader(s). For now. I must go. Roxanne. She calls.
Next post: My Friendster blog; is it time to let go?
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