Why I Wanna Go Back To KYUEM This Time.

1. Clean air.
2. No nagging about state of my room. I want it slightly messy cause then I KNOW WHERE EVERYTHING IS!
3. Daily lunches with the loved one(s). =)
4. Seeing the outoftowners (cheh! =P) again.
5. Give Suman his effing present.
6. Fish nights (cause this usually means a great bonding session over cafe food.)
7. Making fun of the lovable Mr. Conquest and Mr. Brookes and proudly say that we’re their last batch of seniors.
8. Jamming room in close proximity.
9. Watching and commenting on the 10/11 SC and House elections.
10. Get A-Levels OUT OF THE F*CKING WAY SO I CAN F*CKING FLYYYYY!!!!!!! WOOOOO!

I like No. 10 the most. Sure most of you would agree. =D

Happy Is Sad

My car, Happy, broke down today. Poor thing. The fan’s not working.

The car doctor’s coming on Monday. *fingers crossed*

Pray for him, all.

Also, reminder. Visit aimanarif.tumblr.com! =)

Third Post In 24 Hours! I'm On A Roll!

Okay, yes. I have seriously decided now.

Tumblr will now be my social blog. Due to its ease of use, it will now feature (theoretically) more frequent posts and lighter content. This blog will mainly be used for essayish posts, short prose (in the increasingly rare cases that I produce any) and generally 'sit and think' topics.

Here I'm trying to keep this blog relevant and serious(ish).

So go to http://4stringfrequencies.tumblr.com/, and see the Aiman that is fun (HAH!) and happy (HAHAH!).

See ya. = )

On Onety One.

I have recently formulated a theory that will blow everyone's (yes, even you) mind.

Have you ever wondered. Why 11 is pronounced 'eleven', when it should clearly be 'Onety-one', i.e. "WUHN-tee-WUHN"? Like. 21 is 'Twentyone', and 34 is 'Thirtyfour'. Similarly, I think that 11 should be pronounced (and would be if not for the reasons I suplpy below) 'Onetyone'!

BUT

Ah, here's the 'but', ladies and gents.

I posit that the reason why we refer to 11 as eleven and not onetyone is solely because of CORPORATE CAPITALIST PIG CONSPIRATORY CABALS. Yes, my friends, these CORPORATE CAPITALIST PIG CONSPIRATORY CABALS (CCPCCs) are the reason why a whole NUMBER SYSTEM has been raped of its regularity and logic!

See, the CCPCCs have a little something they call the Law, or as I like to call it, SOUL CRUSHING CONFORMA-RULES (SCCR) with which they came up with something called a 'Trademark'. With this 'Trademark' comes the necessity to ADVERTISE, which is, as we know, a regular tool for any fascist-whore CCPCC. ADVERTISE here meaning 'to destroy the very substance of what is called the human thought process'.

Now, previously, advertising has been limited to newspapers, radio, tv and tap water. But it is not enough for the capitalist bastards! They want MORE! They want to extend their reach so far that our own unborn children will enter this world with the desire to buy the latest Nike shitshoe!

HENCE, my friends, the CCPCCs (manifest in the 7-11 corporation) hath altered an entire NUMBER SYSTEM to surreptiously ADVERTISE their CONVENIENCE STORE CHAIN!

THINK!

Whenever you say '11' after '10', don't you immediately think of that goddamn chain of stores selling crappy stuff that's just down the street? Don't you feel the urge to grab a $20 overpriced Slurpee from the CONFORMA-BOT running the counter?! They WANT you to, my friends.

The CCPCCs have blocked reason and logic's true path in order to advertise 7-11 in every single acdemic lecture that mentions '11'!

Yes.

But we shall fight, my brothers and sisters. We shall fight.

Join me. As from now on I boycott the pronunciation of "Ee-Leh-Vehn". I will now say "Onetyone", and refer to the number after 10 as such.

And for the sake of your dear soul.


I hope you do too.

The One Where I'm Caving In To Peer Pressure

Well. Everyone's been updating their blogs, so i kinda feel left out so here I am with an update, haha.

This is my routine.

1. Up at 11ish.
2. Breakfast, shower and brush teeth (in that order)
3. Crack open yon Maths textbook in preparation for...
4. Maths extra classes! (yes, extra classes. I only call it that cause I dowanna call it tuition cause of My ego. My EGOOOO!)

Grrr. I finally agreed to getting outside help for Maths a coupla weeks ago. And I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel lame sitting down one-on-one with a teacher and being retaught all the crap I missed from Ms Aizan's class. But, hell. It's time to swallow that pride. I need the help and denying that's just gonna destroy me in the long run. So yeah.

In other news.

People have been getting uni offers left and right now. UCL's replied to medics, and have looong replied to Economics applicants. So has Warwick, Manchester, Kent and most other places. I know LSE typically replies (positively) early in the entry year, but I applied to UCL's Philosophy dept (shut up!), and despite diligent Googling, I have no idea what's a typical reply date for them. Rawr. Reply, damnit! Please? = (

.. This blog needs an overhaul. And a more focused approach. I'm sick of opening up a new post and typing ala stream-of-consciousness. Maybe that'll be my Thing To Do of the week.

Song Of The Moment - Monkey Wrench, Foo Fighters

Yeah, yeah, i know I was supposed to move to tumblr. But to be honest, I don't have the energy to learn a whole new blogging system. Nope, i'm fine in the rut i've dug for myself here already, thank you. It's getting kinda familiar. Ha. Ha.

Whoa. Deja vu.

So here's the thing. Oxford's officially rejected me. = ) About time, I say. After weeks of waiting, finally knowing for sure what I suspected all along is absolute relief. And i was down about the rejection, obviously, but much introspection and a weekend in a world-class metropolis hinted that i might eb happier in a London Uni. Which I hope will be true. We'll see.

For now, it's time to divert my attention to more worthy causes. These are:

1. Ezmira Nadia
2. Mathematics A2
3. A Foo Fighters cover band

Yes, a weekend with her ain't enough, and i am shameless enough to say that in front of the whole world. Oh, yes. (This is, of course, conveniently ignoring the fact that a total of 2.3 people actually read the crap i pour onto this blog)

Mathematic A2 is retarded. No, wait. Read that as I am retarded. Why is it that everyone can understand this stuff except me? Grrr. I am determined to find out why, and i'm going to find out soon. Bring it.

Finally, instead of spending my free time at home downloading legally-questionable and sexuall explicit content off increasingly dodgy P2P sevices, i will (hopefully) round up a bunch of people ragtag enough to call ourselves a band and we're gonna play Foo Fighters, just for fun. Not expecting anything to come out of this, 'cept a helluva good time and hopefully an improvement in rhythm guitar and vocals.

Finally. my new earphones. I must gush about them.

For those who do not know. Earphones. And quality audio hardware. Are the objects I get hard-ons for. Yes. Ask the Singapore gang how long i spent scoping out a pair of cans before I finally bought 'em. And yes, i bought 'em. I paid SGD 139.00 for a pair of Sennheiser CX 400's, and, baby, let me tell you, i do not regret it one bit at all.

The sound on these things is magnificent. Treble is loud, well-defined and crisp. The lows have a respectable thump, but they need a liiiitle more definition (or maybe that's just bad iPod hardware). But these things are perfect for metal, grunge and most guitar and string stuff. It can pull of techno okay, i guess (I base this on the single techno track on my iPod) but i think bassy hiphop and crunk (or whatever you kids call stuff that's on the charts these days) won't sound THAT good. Still good, just not, 'boom' good, y'know?

So there's my impromptu earphone review. Next up, 'How I Piss Away My Sem Hols'.

Buhbye. = )