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.