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;

1. Picked up Bass Guitar
2. Graduated from High School
3. Played (and bombed) at a Battle of the Bands
4. Humiliated self in front of potential mates, thereby further alienating chances of procreation.
   
5. Started College
6. See No. 4
7. See No. 6
8. see No. 7; replace 'further alienating' with 'absolutely annihilating'
   

There you go, dear reader(s). My achievements. Or, more accurately, my stuff-that-i-did. Not achievements. Cause achievements usually involve trophies. And medals. And female companionship. None of which I have successfully achieved (Haha. I made a funny.) during the white-out period.

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
  

How about that. Seven years in Cempaka, I know the full names of only a handful of people. Six months in KYUEM, and i type your names like i've known them all my life. = )

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?