To the BATMOBILE
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Tuesday, May 31, 2005
As I sit here, slowly decomposing in my extremely comfortable brand new -leather- chair, I must admit, the thought of being left alone in Singapore does not bode well indeed. With the advent of the holidays (or rather, the ending of the exams), I've unleashed my inner child and to quote James "King of Soul" Brown (claims the New Paper, if anything they say is true) - "Fellas, I'm ready to get up and do my thing, I want to get into it, man, you know Like a, like a sex machine man, Movin' and doin' it, you know" However, within 3 days, my dearly departing friends (hopefully not within the context of dying) with whom I "did my thing" (thankfully without sexual context) will be abandoning me to face the horrors of rugby training. Fine - leave me! I'll still have my dog. Ah Owen (the dog)... possibly the only sane member of the Butler household. (My father's perpetually drunk, my mum is into gambling, my sister got 8 points for her O's and went to CJC, and I'm just plain sexy) However the disturbing thing is, my dog is slowly succumbing to the pressure of becoming like my father. Not a pretty sight. The urban legend of "Like Owner Like Pet" actually applies. Owen is - getting old, bald, fat, and rapidly becoming addicted to Tiger Beer, and has the disturbing habit of peeking up ladies skirts (my father does this less often - he has a habit of flirting with my friends that I bring round, regardless of gender. Not to say hes homosexual, rather, he cracks lewd jokes)... Take caution all females if you see a bald red-faced bearded ang moh walking to you with bad fashion sense (he has the tendency to wear a horizontally striped blue t-shirt with a huge anchor on it, with faded red shorts. No Dad - you do not look like anything remotely out "Popeye the Sailorman") or a rabid thigh-height ankle-snapping mongrel dragging me or my Dad, if you ever stray near Mandarin Gardens. They're (both Father and Pet) otherwise docile. I've just been informed that more then 300 people have visited my blog! Everyone join in and applaud the 10 people who actually bothered to visit this site for about 30 or so times! Well done! That made my day. Another fun-filled, adrenaline-pumping day has passed for everybody's favourite hero, and I shall end off by wishing all my friends (Judas') out there a safe journey and Yi Shyen a happy birthday in advance, provided I forget to congratulate him on the actual date. TO THE BATMOBILE and the lounge (wow! a.k.a. living room) to watch CSI |
The Writer
highly confidential Martin Butler, or affectionally known to others as "Butler", "Butlerman", or just "Butt". -Most eligible bachelor of 2004-every year henceforth - step aside Mr.Clooney -Doesn't particularly enjoy much anymore having been desensitized as part of a cruel torturous regime a.k.a IB... -Dislikes everything he doesn't like... Nov 8th - Remember the date! MSN - butlerwantsu@hotmail.com (Add with caution) Archives
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