I Suck at This

Let me break it down into comprehensible logical pieces of information:

• AAARRRGGGHHHH
• YAARRGGGHH
• QERPIHWJTHKWMRBX
  
• !#$@WWQ#%G@Q%HBE

Well, it doesn't really sting that bad. It's just that same feeling that makes you want to go up Mt Faber and scream bloody hell while using your bare hands to rapel down Sentosa in the hopes that the burning slicing sensation in your palm can distract you from a deeper, far more sinister malaise.

Although I have to admit that there is humor in this. It's like a hyper-realistic romcom where the guy doesn't get the girl and ends up staring blankly at crowds, lost in a strange city where no amount of chinky-eyed, long-legged chicks can bring him to a level of happiness he once felt.

And roll credits.

- - -

This message is a last momentous gasp for air. I took that leap, and hoped to God I could fly. But life is not like the movies. You don't see those reluctant but lovable protagonists.

Not real life.

It's just us humans.