For just this once, out of the comedy of errors that is my life, I have no trick up my sleeve, no quotable quote, nothing to offer to stop this rampaging cancer of boredom that has infiltrated my life for the last two weeks, bar warbling out songs such as Bohemian Rhapsody, Phantom of the Opera, and everybody's favourite "Boom, boom, boom, boom" by the Venga Boys at random intervals, ultimately culminating in the summoning of the Singapore CID/CIA/SWAT (I think I got it right the first time) to 119/121 Dover Road to put me down at any means necessary.

To tell the soul-baringly truth here, I wasn't exactly planning to blog again for the next... week (month? year? the amount of time it'll take me to finish off my excess work - about half a million chinese compositions)... But after waking up at 1 in the afternoon and decidedly looking like a crossbreed of Medusa and... Prince (it surpasses the "Bad Hair Day" standards - don't you hate it when that happens? Unless it only happens to me), all previous plans of heading out into the vast vast world of tiny tiny Siglap were shattered. Not to say theres any one virtually worthy of myself (even I blushed as I wrote that. Don't take it too seriously) but it is more likely that the security guards at my condominium won't let me back in; or they'll just laugh at me.

With my neck feeling as if it is broken from a day's training worth of tackling an Express Bullet Train also known as my captain, it wouldn't be such a bad idea to stay in the house, possibly go to sleep and forget I ever looked like what I do now.

TO THE BATMOBILE

There comes a point in life where no man can avoid the consequences of his actions; where every man must make a decision, where there is no right or wrong answer. The time has come for Butlerman to make this important step that would determine much of the following weeks of his life. Which starter Pokemon should he choose?

Cast not your eyes of scorn upon your (once worshipped) aspiring superhero! You know you played Pokemon once upon a time, perhaps sinned as far as to even watch the cartoon (while the men have no possible means of escaping eternal damnation and hellfire, women can redeem themselves via succumbing their souls to me. Nah... Just kidding - though it may help).

The issue of the O levels just actually raise a few doubts as I spend about two hours writing this down... Especially after my dear sister went mightily close to blowing my house roof off with her A level results. Something my parents are hoping I would replicate in a few months time, and it seems I would... by showing them my phone/internet bill.

*Cue a not-so-quotable quote* Time to hit the books, before my mother hits me with one *Can laughter ensues*. Like many of my badly constructed jokes, it is becoming more of a reality, as my mother gives me another of those deadly gorgon-like stares as I make eye contact from the relative safety of my room.

"I don't wanna hear, I don't wanna know,
Please don't say forgive me,
I've heard it all before, and I
can't take it anymore...
Sorry by Madonna (Bears no relevance to the above mentioned topic, but I like the song anyway. So sue me.)
TO THE BATMOBILE