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Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Nothing else makes someone want to blog more than possibly encountering the spirit world, and perhaps even the possibility of being cursed dying a horrible death that wouldn't look out of place in Saw 2. I cite other personal reasons to return to blogging, another being the slim probability that if (if "touch wood" works, I'm all for slamming my hand into the closest wooden object for the next few minutes, at the risk of breaking my wrist) I do succumb to a Thai-horrible-little-girl-curse (to be explained later), perhaps you would too - just so you wouldn't feel left out. Now I ventured into the musty, dusty depths of Bangkok five days ago, alongside the rugby team as well and as my dear sister and mother (to kick Thai backside and shop backsides off, respectively), and after a semi-eventful flight, where I exchanged stares/smiles with a cute girl on the plane, nothing else worth mentioning happened throughout the following four days, apart from my face getting sandpapered on a rocky pitch by a 120-kilo Thai monster, leaving the middle portion of my beautiful face now marred by scars (fear not my lady fans, it shall only last for a day longer or two). However on the day before we left Thailand, when we played Vajiravut (Vaji-something anyway) College, as we slowed to a stop to honour some age-old national tune blared out from postively-rotting speakers, I noticed a strange little girl sitting on one of the steps of an old building (note this is an all boys school) swaying side to side like a pendulum to the music. I'm not joking in that she was bordering snakelike. This also marks one of the few times I'm being serious on my blog (actually more than a few but what the hell)... Several painstakingly slow, bladder-leakingly eerie moments later, the match resumed. I never saw her again... Help? TO THE BATMOBILE |
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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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