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Sunday, May 07, 2006
It has been prophesied! The gods have willed it so! Nothing could ever hope to save Butlerman from the dreaded clutches of Hell itself as the prospect of losing his entire holidays to the infamous ACS(I) concentration camp is becoming more and more of a reality. Well the whole experience of the exams has been shitty, with the only high I've experienced in the last 2 weeks was feeling smug with myself while giving false looks of sympathy and nodding while others complained about their doomed Physics paper. (I dropped Physics in the last quarter of 2005 when I realised the only law of physics I knew concerned a cannonball and it dropping faster than a tennisball... Or something like that. That soft whirring noise you would probably be hearing would be Galileo and Newton turning - no, spinning, in their respective graves). I tread once more along the thin line that separates bravery from foolishness, the line that dissects living life to the fullest and living life like a fool (full and fool sound alike! Butlerman make pun! Butlerman is happy. Butlerman reward himself with pat on the back). The line that my mother seeks to redefine and she purposely stomps up the staircase, accusatory finger and steely gaze/evil Wand of Doom at the ready to punish me for being awake when my Biology Practical is but 12 hours away. But a superhero stands firm in his belief! He never falters to any show of might or oppression! He is strong! He is superhuman! He is... Butlerman! She is but several steps from my door now, deliberately slowing down every footfall with maximum volume to let me know of her arrival. Every sweat drop is a chore... My breathing grows harsh, but in times of trouble, I take heart from lessons learnt from watching Ultraman as a child - "Always wait your breast starts beeping and goes all shiny and red before whooping enemy ass". (Who says Ultraman has no educational value?) Today will be the day I finally get to do what I want! My dear mother however, seems to be slightly more irate than usual. This superhuman theory will be tested out, dear devout followers - but at a later, safer date. Dreams of frog dissection and Biology Practical theory await, as well as a firm spanking by my mother (dreams of Jessica Alba or Liv Tyler as her personal spanking assistant go unfufilled). 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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