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Sunday, January 15, 2006
No one goes to Malaysia on their own free will. It's common knowledge. There is only one person I know who goes to Malaysia on a semi-regular basis (annually, as a matter of fact - Any more regular and he can't be considered human anymore), and it is only because he's visiting relatives during CNY for money... There is a saying, that if you take any post-Armaegeddon/invasion scene from a Hollywood film, and chuck in a desert's worth of dust into the surroundings, you get Malaysia. (Actually there isn't, but now I've said it - there ought to be). It doesn't help that each time I've ventured forth into the dusty depths of Hell that is supposedly "Truly Asia" for any social activity, it's a 9 hour drive of sheer boredom (affectionally known as "The Gauntlet") to Ipoh, where by the time we've reached the blasted place, we've forgot the purpose of the trip anyway. Not that there's much to do in Ipoh anyway... Educational tours to Malaysia are a different thing altogether. Educational tours always are. Due to my superhuman physique, and my luscious lengthy legs, long distance bus rides are hardly ever enjoyable, even without the added torture of having someones elbow in my gut, or my inadverted selflessness in taking the only seat without a working air-conditioner. Nobody goes to Malaysia on their own free will... The same holds for tomorrow morning, approximately 0800, where my corpse, bloodied from heavy struggle, and still screaming would be dragged through customs across the border where I'm supposed to endure a 5 day camp (from the 14th to 20th) at Kluang (a less intimidating name where it ought to be called "Swampland")... Pray for me. Or you could always attempt to relieve my boredom and message me, provided my phone hasn't run out of battery yet. Unless there happens to be a socket in the middle of an open field. If not, I shall return within the end of the week, provided I don't get killed by a mudslide/flood/haze/accident/mad malay men. TO THE BATMOBILE (Note: I bear nothing against the inhabitants/natives/people of Malaysia... Just the country itself) |
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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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