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Sunday, July 09, 2006

a day to be made

It's been a traumatic day, to say the least. So traumatic I've decided to put the foot down, damn those drafts that have kept my blogging at bay for about 2 weeks (I can't remember when's the last time I've blogged anyway), and go all out in a mass blogging bonanza, all guts and glory, keyboard a-blazing in frenzied typing.

(Editors note: It was about this time Butlerman took a well deserved 2 hours worth of "Pirates of the Carribean" after 60 seconds of no-holds-barred hardcore non-stop blogging. Arghhh matey.) So I'm back again, and I shall endeavour to finish this post before anyone gets the idea I've passed on from this world (I've disappeared for so long it seems like a reasonable hypothesis), and heaven forbid, would stop reading my blog - yes, all two of you.

Today has been an absolute shocker. Right down to it's cursed, bleeding core. While there was some justice in Portugal getting absolutely hammered by Germany in the World Cup, everything else has been downright terrible. To say why, would actually violate a series of guidelines I had set down to govern my writing on this blog to prevent myself from being murdered in a cover-up operation by the Government.

Forcing myself to wake up at 11 in the morning (toeing the line of insanity! I know) with my fingers smelling of garlic after an evening of panfrying my fish in cummin seed (the cummin seed never really aroused me - what wit), basil, parsely, onions, garlic and lemon juice (such was the ample amount of herbs and spices available in Singapore. My attempts at replicating Jamie Oliver has once again sunk to an all-time low... In hindsight, the dish wasn't that bad though I'll stick to red meat), I was hoping that I would have the opportunity to venture forth into town with the intention of catching a movie, preferrably "Superman Returns" (I was quite willing to give it a shot despite a shaming review from my friend - he was quite willing to shoot it. another display of classy humour, people you are witnessing a genius at work).

The world conveniently managed to forget me, well, all but one female representative from some strange company willing to offer students like me a job in their Human Resource Department (which brings to mind an underground lair of similarly aged people being chained to treadmills to power the building's electricity) with ample time set aside for study. This of course, coming after I decided to take a short cut through a dodgy-looking alleyway in town (whilst shopping for my sister's birthday present - a delicate and incredibly frustrating task) where it seemed quite likely a wild man with dreadlocks would jump out and drag me off wriggling into the darkness, but instead got molested by a surveyor asking me if I would like a job.

Admittedly, I was being a bit of a numbed nut by relaying my handphone number to him (or did I? I can't seem to vividly recall doing that, which of course would be extremely disturbing if they did source out my number).

A desperate plea to the ladies and gentlemen who have insofar managed to reach this little segment at the bottom of a forgettable post: Go ahead, make my day (thus explaining the choice of my blog title, so poorly constructed in terms of grammatical structure)...

TO THE BATMOBILE

posted by butler at 11:36 pm
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