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Thursday, August 24, 2006
 The cries of the people were heard! The desires of the masses was fulfilled! They cried in singular orgasmic unision, "Show us your face beneath your mask!". The women swooned, the men prostrated themself in reverence! And I complied. Of course, this was not entirely my idea. After all I am a modest soul, and it is a well-established fact that being photogenic wasn't what I was meant to be (the picture above however was a pleasant surprise - after all, I did take some peoples advice to do this 'smile' thing that they claimed would be useful). The diagram above, however, is supposed to match my face shape/size/features (whatever it does - doesn't seem to work very well) to the most similar looking celebrity. It was with no great surprise to many (though I accepted it with a sinking heart) that I am apparently most similarly featured to a french actress (the collage goes clockwise starting from Quasimodo on the furthest left). Looking like Saddam Hussein is one thing; but, a french blonde Calista Flockhart lookalike is a totally different think (even with the conventional, obvious reasons set aside). There is something about caucasian women that has always deeply troubled me/piqued my curiosity. Right up till the age of twenty-five or so, they all appear to be contenders for America's Next Top Model, utterly delectable, sweet smelling and clutching wicker baskets filled with fruits for their grandmother halfway across the forest. While the following is undocumented, it is Despite bearing (hopefully unnoticeable) resemblances like a strange moustached amigo, Chad Murray in lipstick, the strange guy from Malcolm in the Middle, Anthony Hopkins jolly alter ego (as well as Jesse Metcalfe, intentionally left out because he looks like Action Man after an overdose of Botox treatment - my ego can only be dealt so much harm in one day), looking like an Iraqi dictator and hip hop star (not the same person mind you) might have its benefits someday. Till that day, I shall muse over the wonders of plastic surgery. 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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