Race-The Sequel

Race is a long story, thus the need for a sequel.

 When one is not in the race, one is full of love, laughter and cheer for one's ownself and others. But the moment one decides to be in a race, all these lovely feelings disappear. One is constantly sharpening one's fangs and claws, exercising the invisible talons to strengthen them, scrutinising those around, sizing them up, busy devising and plotting in one's mind on how to beat the strongest opponent in the race in the easiest and effortless way;  
invite the opponent for tea every morning and mix a wee drop of cyanide- kill her slowly but surely or  mix a laddleful of liquified rat poison in her roti canai gravy ( rat poison comes in chunks that can be mistaken for cheese), feed her tosei and dhal curry every morning til she becomes sick of tosei and decides to kill herself...

She'll kill herself or decide to end her life in whichever way, if she's in the race...

HOWEVER,

it will be so unfortunate to discover too late that she who was driven to suicide or poisoned to death has never been in the race....just like me...

 I am not  in the race but am slowly being killed off..aaaaaahhhhh!!!gag!!! help me!!!!oh!!! urgh!!!gurggle!!!gurggle!!!dieeeeeeeeee....