This has gone far enough. I've been wondering for so long why I'm left out in class. I have found out the reasons.
A change is gonna take place. I can't afford to lose my friends...
I feel like an eagle, with sharp vision and vigilance. My abilites spread far and wide. My goal is just a few heartbeats away. I just have to open my wings and soar towards it.
But my claws are chained down by a heavy burden. I flap hard but my progress is minimal.
Some people out there exist to create difficulties for others. Others who have a goal in mind and work hard everyday just to get closer to that goal. They beat through hazy times with all their might. In spite of their effort, they are pulled down by a bunch of useless fags who simply depend on these hardworking to get what they need.
These people are dogs. They have got no brains of their own. They simply expect the master to do everything. They love lazing around and doing nothing.
They are also leeches. They suck the blood out of successful people and weaken them. I guess the only way to get rid of leeches is to burn them to death? They should die anyway. Useless minds. Unwilling to put in effort in the things they do. They should stop schooling now and get ready to sweep my house, wash my car and lick my feet. I'll pay them 20 bucks a day. What a fucking good deal for such suckers, literally.
What's the most effective way of handling these leeches and doggies? I don't know. I've wasted so much time on them. They are useless, inefficient, dumb, lazy and down right arrogant. And to add on, egoistic too. I thought I was the most egoistic in class till I realized their true colours. With people like them, who needs slackers?
When these people, ahem sorry, ANIMALS die, they will go to hell and burn. The devil will send his dark vultures to peck their eyeballs out. And then worms will infest their private parts. They will swallow little durians for lunch and will have a boot shoved up their ass every evening. And then they will be shown a short video clip on how much hardwork their victims put in just to complete their work. After the video clip, the torture shall continue.
I wish I could be forgiving but it's just too hard. They simply bring hate and vengence to my veins.
These are useless and hopeless people.
Who am I? I'm Spiderman...
Or some other superhero with amazing powers saving the streets from villians. Have everyone love you. And on the other side of you, just a normal being with a life of your own.
Sometimes, I wish I were Spiderman or Batman or Superman or Neo or Plasmaboy. Swinging round the city with a thin line of web or fly around in a cape. Blasting through buildings with the swing of a fist. Moving as fast as lightning around my enemies, beating them into pulp.
When fighting the bad guys, my baby's on my mind. The thought of her just makes me carry on fighting. She makes the pain all go away and my strength is fully restored. Moments used to last a lifetime, but hearing my Sweetheart's voice in my head, I beat those baddies silly in a matter of seconds.
After my bouts, I find myself swinging around the city, or flying. everything seems so calm. I wish I could carry Baby with me and show her what I see. I want her to see the peace I get up here in the sky. Romance on thin air, my fantasy till this day.
I wanna be your superhero. I wanna be the one flying in the sky. The one whom you look up to catch a glimpse of. The one whom you idolize so much.
I'll never be able to spin a web, fly into outer space, or carry a car above my head. But Baby, the load I'm gonna carry on my shoulders....
Is more than you can ever imagine.
My marketing strategy sounds great right? But some fucked up teacher wants to put me down with copyright law and all that crap. Fear not, for Plasmaboy is here. I'm gonna prove her wrong. Even with my ignorantand lazy group members, I'm determined to make this report a great one. I want my good grades. Nothing is gonna stop me from trying my best. I'll give it all I've got.
My days are great, even though there's the ups and downs. Pals are breaking up with their girlfriends or boyfriends, the've got their relationship problems. Oh well, that's what makes the world go round. I guess my problems are not as bad as theirs. I'm just glad that Baby and I have managed to tackle them.
I used to shiver once I hear that name. I had nightmares and would occasionally wake up with tears in my eyes. The fear... the excruciating pain.. seemed so real in my illusion. But after that day I saw the sincerity in her eyes, I can finally face this name without having my knees going weak: ZH. I don't hate you anymore, I don't care about you anymore, try anything funny again, I'll whoop your candy ass.
An impressive young man, capable and speaks well. Thank you, Mr Sam. I won't disappoint you. I love your daughter with all my heart. The day I take my hand from you, will be the day your investments give you high return. You're gonna be the father-in-law of a personal trainer, responsible father and filial son.
Sam Sherlyn, watch out. The love coming your way may be overwhelming. Fasten your seat belt girl. I love you.
