Dum Di Dum

Fo·lie à deux

Cunning that you are, you have misled me. Deception is the game you play so well. The words you composed, the tune that you sang, distorted me. Intentionally, with or without, you tenderly led me by the nose as asses are.

What I believed to be true is not a lie, though not true. Mere fiction you have spoken to feign your intention. And I, the tiny silly fool, through a rose-tinted glass, made an error in judgement. But it is an error that I bask in. For I am too mystified by your presence and a willing participant in the game of beguilement you play so well.

Perhaps two can play the game.

- In Love, In Vain

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Sidekick

Ah, I see that some humans who graced the page here christened me “MiV’s sidekick”.

Hmph.

Let it be known, Hero Malaya shall never, NEVER be a sidekick to anyone. That vainly in love one might, but never, Hero Malaya. Even that one time at the band camp, where Robin thought it would be good for my cv to stand in for few hours (he had a date with Barbie who was only clad in a white bikini top and shorts) as Batman was on call - that midget excuse of a penguin man threatened to bomb City Hall yet again. I mean, really, hasn’t he learnt? The Good Guys always win.

It’s stipulated in our Comics and Superheroes Manual, volume III, Chapter XIXXX, Sub-chapter XX.III page 2872 para III:

The Good Guys always win.

I tell you, if I were that midget Penguin, I’d take the chill pill and a spot of teh tarik and go to Pulau Kapas instead.

But you see, that’s just me. I am, after all, a 6’ 5”metrosexual, very sensual, manly yet sensitive, macho yet caring man of the millennium with steels for buns and abs on top of an IQ of 203828 (That’s what it said during my last Mensa Test).

Also, Uncle Clark (Superman for you, normal mortals) already warned me if I will so much burn a matchstick after that fiasco at the gardener’s shed of the Incredibles’. To justify, I still believe that the small bonfire was not meant to be all that harmful if Jack-Jack had not buried some TNTs underneath the old college yearbooks.

So yes, with all my faults* - I am and will never be a sidekick. Especially to a wordsmith whose works rivals that of a 1119 English paper.

Teh tarik, anyone?

* I was told by the three angels - Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercups – who incidently make some really meaaaaan pasta y’all; that it is good for a superhero like me admit his faults once awhile. It makes me very “human” and hence, very marketable in the chickas market.

So any of you wants to give me their number? *wink*


- Hero Malaya, sayang kamu.

Rector

2006. All my blood with this. Tick tock, tick tock. Madness year it would be. 2005 spelled calamity. Met new and wonderful friends via this blog. From Europe, America to Oceania and Asia.

To people who helped me through it, here is my fave poem, written by an author I still can’t recall.

Tanam lenggun tumbuh kelapa, terbit bunga pucuk mati
Budi tuan saya tak lupa, sudah terkandung di dalam hati.

Nonetheless, hear yee hear yee. Introducing the sans odious In Love In Vain and Hero Malaya, the opulent super suave errr hero as my new vigilant side kick.


In Love, In Vain is on a quest to make that one person fall in love with her. It doesn’t have to be the perfect love … only a little love from him.

And

Hero Malaya is a suave, handsome, charming, good looking, delicious, manly yet sensitive (you can add your own superlatives later) superhero currently residing in Malaysia where his job is to protect Malaysians against evil, i.e. traffic jams and queue jumpers.

Have fun guys, may God bless us all.

Toddle doo.

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EROTA

It is a feeling, so deep and tender, so ineffable, that pervades me. An attachment of affection and solicitude. So deep the desire, so passionate the ardour.

So inherent is the emotion that it bowls me over. The simplicity of it all. The shine, the glimmer, the hope …. oh, it is easier to experience than to explain.

But the cruellest of all response came in the form of your looking away. Too unkind is the phrase I can only verbalise in here.

You broke me. Please mend me.

- In Love, In Vain

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I am, Hero Malaya.

And let it be known that Hero Malaya is mightily miffed to be told that Hero Malaya is no longer the most delectable, most available and agreeable Superhero in the Blog-dom. It’s bad enough that Hero Malaya must fight tooth and nails (and sometimes spandex underwears!) with all the other Superheroes (Superman sometimes wins but no more than 3 times) for some chicka-loving time in Superhero-dom, but with mere mortals?

Hero Malaya is most displeased.

So who is this Mad-vein guy who SOS-ed via broadcasting of my logo to the world (actually he sent me a YM message as Batman patented his logo-showing off lights display thing, the ungrateful wad)? He humbly requested the mighty presence of Hero Malaya to guest-write his blog. Why?

I mean, naturally, he has heard of Hero Malaya’s vast sexual prowess, charm and wit. Who hasn’t? Hero Malaya is thinking that this Mad-vein boy wants a little of that Hero Malaya charm to ooze through his lair that more bosom-heavy, sexy, sultry chickas will flood his blog.

What is that they say? Sex sells.

The things I have to do to make the world happy.

So ladies, flood away!