The Pathetic Wu Lui Chi Kos community

Sad I must say, sir,

you have passed prime, you need medical help from Pfizer to perform your acts, you have grey hairs and stubbles, you have crow feet and you go for your regular botox.

Yet, you think you own the bloody fyuckin world.

Before you think I am writing this with too much angst. Please understand that I pity you.

You may own continental fast cars, several D10 condos and oodles of cash to waste in Genting most weekends. But you have nothing. Sir, you have nothing.

You are in the middle of your umpteenth nasty divorce, a bunch of kids who may not even like or know you. Your dirty, philandering ways may have tarred your reputation and perhaps your venereal conditions and to top if off, your arrogance gross people out.

And yet, you still try to pick up school girls in Coffee Bean, who of course look at you in total disgust.

Money has never given you happiness, and it never will.

Only if you use it wisely, it may help you or someone else feel its closest imitation.

But the ultimate happiness comes from within. It's that warmth from within. That inexplicable peace and joy.

And you don't have it.

All you have is cocky stories of your stash and arrogant expensive adventures or dirty conquests or deprecating view on others , which we don't give a shit about.

You're a poor man, really.

You thought that'd make you someone. It didn't. I am sorry. You are pathetic in our eyes.

Get a life.