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Thursday, January 26, 2006
Here's an experiment for anyone who's bored enough to read my drivel (or post on my tagboard for that matter... the fact you even know my blog exists connotates a certain amount of desperation). Take a heated, pointy stick and tickly the back of your throat till it starts to react in violent and often painful ways. That is what I have been enduring for the past day and a half (semi-annually for the last 16 or so years of my life). That is, in essence, tonsilitis for the vaguely curious - and it is something which has plagued me for a decent portion of my life (I blame my double-edged gene pool which has blessed me with a physique of a chiselled Greek hero bust, the intellect of a nuclear scientist et cetera et cetera which has left me with a pathetic excuse for a pair of tonsils). As my wide variety of well-developed muscles ache terribly from a day's worth of school (admittedly I slept half of it away) as well as a session of rugby training in my less-than-superhuman state of health has left me desperately in need of sleep, if I am to wake up at all, least of all on time for the highly anticipated ACS(I) Chinese New Year celebrations (my heart can barely take the excitement). Thus I shall once again, resort to the obviously illegal ploy of posting copyrighted lyrics of yet another song that no one would listen to anyway. Soldier Side by System of a Down (read, hum, and enjoy) "Dead men lying on the bottom of the grave. Wondering when Savior comes Is he gonna be saved Maybe You're a sinner into your alterning life Maybe you're a joker, maybe you deserve to die They were crying when their sons left God is wearing black He's gone so far to find no hope He's never coming back They were crying when their sons left All young men must go He's come so far to find the truth He's never going home Young men standing on the top of their own graves Wondering when Jesus comes Are they gonna be saved Cruelty to the winner, Bishop tells the King his lies Maybe you're a mourner, maybe you deserve to die They were crying when their sons left God is wearing black He's gone so far to find no hope He's never coming back They were crying when their sons left All young men must go He's come so far to find no truth He's never going home Welcome to the Solider Side Where there's no one here but me People all grow up to die There is no one here but me Welcome to the Solider Side Where there is no one here but me. People on the Soldier's Side There's no one here but me." 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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