This Should Count as a New Post, Right?

welp, the year's coming to an end. looking back, quite a lot had happened: the king of pop never made his triumphant return, a man became president of the US via excessive usage of the word "hope" and "change" and by being black, and said man winning the Nobel Prize by achieving little to nothing over the year, the unnecessary coverage of the John and Kate drama, Clinton playing secret agent man, US republican trying too hard on reverting back like the early 90's rogues and giving it to "the man", eight "buns" in a woman's "oven" and twitter having actually found it's usefulness.

yes, i stay tune to this kinda crap. makes good material. on a personal note; resolutions! so how was my year? the fact that i have to make a blog just proves it did not go well

1) lose weight; base on the fact that i had to punch three extra holes in my belt just so it lives up to it's purpose, yes, i guess i did lose some..... despite still weighing in at 105 kg.

2) by losing weight, look attractive and get a nice girl; sadly, it's kinda hard for anyone to notice a bunch of punched out holes on your belt when you cover it with your really baggy shirt that may or may not be the cause of why you still look so fat. so, no.

3) nice girlfriend pushes me along to get a proper job; well, since no.2 was a no go....

but hey, 1 out of 3 ain't all that bad. you should've seen my resolution last year

you should've seen just how loud i cried that new year's eve...

well, come at me 2010! i'll take your best shot, cuz i have a frickin' blog now! (oh, did i not tell you that this is just a blatant attempt to pick up chicks? it's like a less complicated version of the "Lorenzo Von Matterhorn")

you've thought me well, and i WILL make you proud, sensei!!!

there's bound to be a nice girl out there with a bad sense of humour, to find me funny and amusing enough to just forget about how fat i am so i can finally stop jogging..... my legs hurt, dammit!

Lookit' me, Ma! Imma attention whorin'!

well, i'm back here again.... in blogger......blogging.... about something in my life and yada yada yada.... which just ends up to be boring. which i make up by trying to be funny. which doesn't work by the end of it all. *sigh*

this is like one of them typical Vegas moments you see in TV; person gets drunk, and one thing leads to another.... and, well, you know. in my case, a bout of insomnia and a sugar high is the cause of all this. it just takes one simple sentence ("maybe i should blog again?") to fly past my head, and voila; you wake up from your well deserved sleep, staring at your pc screen with your blogger account on it, without even remembering signing up for it. well, here's hopin' this'll lead me to wake up next to a hot chick on my bed without realizin' i'm married to her.

guess the most common thing to do is introduced myself, eh? i go by the name of Bojangles, and i'm not quite sure if i'm proud of the name. i'd use my old and common nicks, but, i prefer to be unrecognizable from some of my old acquaintances. if you're familiar with the name, then i'm sorry to say i'm no tap dancer nor movie performer like good ol' Mr.Robinson, nor do i own a restaurant, a former football player and manager, nor even a hot chick as described by the rapper Pitbull. i do however like the song "Mr. Bojangles".

at 25 years old, jobless, girlfriendless, (except for a small few) friendless, and still a virgin, you really can't blame me if i'm desperate (hitting on girls on the net), jaded, and cynical at certain times. despite all that, however, i'm not here to be emo, though that WILL happen from time to time, mind you ("CRRRAAAAWWWWWLLIIIINGGG IN MY SKIN! THESE BOT-FLY-LARVA WOUNDS, THEY WILL NOT HEEEAAAALLLL). as per title, i see myself a comic (as in a comedian), though not a good one at that, but nevertheless, i'll make you laugh and think..... or at least try to. i should also mention i'm a geek, though not hardcore. so steer away lest the idea of a fat individual, who rants and raves of animes and video games like a foolish man-child amuses you.

oh, hey, i'm also from Brunei, so i guess that makes me Bruneian? for those of you who's never heard of the country, here's an analogy: let's take a blonde girl, rating in at a 6-7, not hot, but date-able. now you're having dinner with her, and she's the almighty chatter box, talking all about Susan at accounting, Bruce from human resource, and other people you don't know nor care. and now you say to her, "You're Boring!". and that's what Brunei's like; just plain boring. aside from eating outside and shopping, not a lot to do here.

about the blog; like every other, there's gonna be daily life "Dear Diary...", rants and raves, reviews of animes, games (outdated ones. me no have Ps3, and stuffs), TV, music, and movies (old ones. not a cinema goer.), and numerous other observations. hopefully, in a funny manner, like a comedian should;

*Seinfeld impression (bad one at that)* "Just what is up with airline foods? i mean, like, you know, right?"

yes, yes, i'll mention it again; i'm a bad comedian. what about it? well, can't think of anything else to say, so i'll sign off from here. hopefully, i won't sign up for Twitter next (gimme strength, Leno, gimme strength). to commemorate the start of this blog, let's party with a song, shall we? go thanks Mr. Colbert for introducing these guys to me: Movits! with their song "Fel Del Av Gården"