Why, why, why. Why people want to get on my nerves all.
Create fantasies out of zilch. Create illusions out of a pinch of sand.
You don't know meh, already. I is unbeatable. And you know I aint some geeky, bespectacled doofus in the mould of "Pinky and the Brain" sitting here masturbating over the ecstasy of trying to take over the world. I really am, unbeatable. Like Li Nanxing aka Yan Fei in the casino series.
You think someone else hasn't sit in that same chair you are squirming in and thought they could? And the list goes on. I wasn't born yesterday dear friend.
I quote someone. "How do u feel? Angry? Sad? Confused?"
I is neither. But, hopefully the Singlish term is understood. 'Boring' la. Si beh boring. Is I gonna stop? Maybe. Shall I? Don't want to lei. Haiz. Make me bloodthirsty then also make me feel all sorry like Mr T goes "Pity the fool".
In my squadron terms:
Lesson Learnt: Don't try and be super hero when the closest you are to Superman is the red undies your mum buys ya.
Yet, note deep deep in that crevice of a blood pump that I did not move one finger nor utter a single word. I leave you to your thoughts, "What if he had?"
Another one bites the dust.
Adieu!
Disclaimer: This is totally unrelated to 'that' thing. So don't ask, I won't tell. Just my ranting of the morning.
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