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Sunday, November 21, 2004

butlerman, batman or superman?

the episode thing has been done away with. i only know of 2 starwars episodes.
my bad.

-seconds tick away as butlerman struggles to defuse the situation, sweat trickles from his brow down into a magnificently-muscled body (it is the virtual world), but all for naught. 3...2...1... butlerman closes his eyes, waiting for inevitable doom-

my pie has been burnt in the microwave. all 500g of crust, beef and cheesy goodness. which reflects my day, really. today's set of reflections are titled - "Butlerman's confessions"

"these are my confessions... just when I thought I said all I could say... dumdeedumdeedumdum"

i wake up at 9, write an entry in this supposed 'journal' and get ready to go to queensway to get a nice pair of boots. if things went my way, i would be ready to leave by 12, get them by 1 and i would have been on my way to AVIVA SINGAPORE OPEN BADMINTON CHAMPIONSHIP 2004! (kindly sponsored by yonex, and singapore sports council).

however at 12, i recieve a message from my friend notifying me that it starts at 1! ALRIGHT! TO THE BATMOBILE. (1st incident regarding UNDESERVED pressure)

i get there slightly behind time to see china's yong min, lose to china's zhao ying (something like that) in the womens singles.

and then i get to watch indonesia thrash malaysia (who in turned thrashed singapore in semi's) in the mixed category. all goes well until i have to put myself through an hour watching flippin china beat thailand in womens doubles. one hour. uno hour (spanish). yi ke hour (chinese). satu hour (malay). one hour lah (beng).

this was quickly followed by a relatively quick bout between denmark and malaysia, with malaysia winning comfortably in the finals of mens doubles.

then it was the big one -echoes- big one, big one, big one.
the mother of all aviva singapore open badminton championship matches... -echoes- the mother of all aviva singapore open badminton championship matches,the mother of all aviva singapore open badminton championship matches,the mother of all aviva singapore open badminton championship matches.

THE MEN'S SINGLES between a 1.6m tall malaysian and a 2.6m tall danish.
this particular big one took another friggin hour to complete. at least it managed to jumpstart my heart into a weak, irregular pulse after the whole farce of the first few series of finals.

thus concludes the 2nd incident of UNDESERVED pressure.

i then spend half and hour deciding which bus stop to take 608 from, until we realised that 608 doesn't run on a weekend. 3rd incident.

i see similarly aged girls in singlets (wow.) of the dragonboat regiment (jaw drops as girls even more butch then me walk past) 4th incident.

i walk home from indoor stadium with my posse of screaming idiots that are my friends. that took another hour and a half. 5th incident.

i turn on the com to be confronted with blog-requests. ok it was one request.
and a supposed second request by her MG friend claiming i was hilarious.

now im not sure whether she meant my blog, or me, but i took it to be the latter, and promptly broke down into a puddle of tears.

how would batman feel if we called him a homosexual twitch cos he has an scandolous old male servant and a young puss-of-a-boy acrobat called robin as friends.

how would superman feel if we called him a daft nerd cause of his horn-rimmed 'secret disguise' spectacles that make him look like a geek nsman who took too much GNC muscle-toner, and that he looked like a gay twat when he was a teenager (smallville) who doesn't deserve kristin kruek. (i do)

UNDESERVED pressure. i reinforce my statements.

and i shall leave you with that.

-sniffles and makes his way
TO THE BATMOBILE

posted by butler at 10:40 pm
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1 Comments:

jtwl commented at 11:56 pm~: i love your blog. it's just plain fascinating. no bullshit about oh-my-mother-sucks-i-could-just-die. (:

aight. i hate this commenting system. bah.

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