To the BATMOBILE
|
Friday, January 20, 2006
Soft beds! Showers (and not pails)! Clean clothes! Edible food! Not a whiff of a swamp! And not a blasted fly, mosquito, frog nor ant within visibility's range! Such were the words I cried out in joyous harmony, and I openly wept on my knees in front of many a stunned security officer after passing through immigration at Tuas. Sobering up proved easier than expected, after I brushed off several rifles aimed at what security personnel percieved to be a dangerously crazy threat, as I began to realise that the camp was passably fun. I should not be unused to this process anymore, more commonly known as "eating my words". Once again I must retract my words, as I humbly concede that the camp was decent, and wait for it... even enjoyable (oh golly) at some point or another. This was due to a certain individuals that I'm quite certain won't ever stumble across this, and with minimal damage to my ego, I am free to proclaim aloud that it was the instructors of the camp (always is in fact - especially this camp more than most) that justified the trouble of dragging myself down to Kluang. From the hoop-sinking, basketballing foursome of female instructors (the sight of a particularly and quite-obviously oversized instructor nail a 3-pointer with eagle eye accuracy was majestic to behold, and she proceeded to pummel the living daylights out of the school basketball players and my perception of physics alike. Respect.) as well as their male, and equally entertaining counterparts, who enlightened us with secrets, ghost stories and other similarly juicy pieces of gossip. Having unburdened my soul with my confessions which would hopefully spare my obviously hell-bound soul, I shall now proceed to shower for what would probably be the 4th time since I arrived in Singapore, in yet another moment of water-wasting splendour to rejoice in a state of hygiene previously unattainable for the last 5 days. Many thanks to the friends (inclusive of instructors) who made the fly-infested, ant feeding ground of Kluang that little bit more tolerable. TO THE BATMOBILE |
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
November 2004 December 2004 January 2005 February 2005 March 2005 April 2005 May 2005 June 2005 July 2005 August 2005 September 2005 October 2005 November 2005 December 2005 January 2006 February 2006 March 2006 April 2006 May 2006 June 2006 July 2006 August 2006 September 2006 October 2006 November 2006 December 2006 January 2007 February 2007 April 2007 September 2007 December 2007 January 2008 February 2008 March 2008 April 2008 May 2008 October 2008 December 2008 January 2009 March 2009 May 2009 October 2009 November 2009 Links
Under permanent state of reconstruction - you may start by asking me to link you If I have forgotten anybody (or maybe I just don't know enough people...), let me know Blogger Yahoo! MSN Photobucket the Garage cum Batforum
a tense atmosphere of hot air, greasy stains and the endless grumbles of the engine - and that's only me 
|
|
Designed by mela | Image from stock.xchng
|
|
