Mommy, I wanna be a Ninja when I grow up...

Finally, a website, Enter The Ninja shows me the way to enlightenment. The way for me to exude my Zen-ness and train me up to chop some muthafucken uglies, re-enacting my favourite scenes from "Kill Bill" as well.

When I would have returned deep from the mountains, I would have finished my years of training. By then, I would truly become (*in a Mr. Miyagi accent*) a true Ninja warrior. First, I would go down to Beach Road and buy me some wares to cloth myself. A true Ninja Master must be always appriopiately attired.


Me: Not to worry. Daddy's got lots of love fer y'all!!!

As I entered a duel-to-the-death with my nemesis (whom is still undecided at this point of time), I would stare into the face of Death and call him "Bitch!!!"


"Beeeettccchhhhh...."

However, what I truly love about the whole Ninja get-up. It allows me to emote all my feelings far greater than I ever had before. Dun believe me? Check this out.


The look of my face when I missed the train...


The look on my face when I need to take a crap and all the cubicles are taken...


The look on my face when told after buying a Happy Meal that all the Hello Kitty dolls were sold out an hour ago.

The joys of being a Ninja...