Why our country needs a herd of Supermen.

Our country needs not just one

I was laughing in my most boisterous when those doctors were trying to revive Superman. They’ve used needles but it bent, defibrillators but it exploded. It was an ironic situation – imagine the Superman lying at a hospital bed, weak and powerless. Don’t they have anti-kryptonite oral supplements? Tablets, perhaps?

And then I thought of how much gel the production spent for Superman. The curl itself seemed petrified with all the pomade and the gel. It’s probably a thousand dollars and yet it wasn’t even waterproof (remember the scene where Superman was stabbed with a sharpened raw kryptonite: his entire body was wet and his bangs were a complete failure). Really, it goes to show that even the Superman also gets his own spoonful of a bad hair day.

While watching, my nephew asked why Superman wasn’t visiting the Philippines, or rather, why was The Philippines not included in the film (he meant why Superman wasn’t doing his heroic deeds here in our country). Well, for one, he’d probably lose all his powers flying here and there saving every villager from those MILF rebels or capture every corrupt politician or even prevent rape from happening. It’s virtually impossible and even with superhuman powers, he can’t just augment the madness that’s going on here. And besides, I told him, I don’t have his cellphone number or his e-mail add. Why bother?

_{I never thought it was shown two years ago. I thought it was one of the latest. Darn it.}

I was able to watch Superman Returns last Saturday, 9 PM (Manila time) on HBO, and that’s after sacrificing my cravings to play DoTA with the entire teenage population of the subdivision. It was a crucial moment for me, really. My friends felt ignored just because of some popular movie.

My Dad knew me very well in terms of my preferences with movies and he was intently wondering on why I got myself watching a comic-based movie (no derogatory intentions). Okay, I liked the Spiderman series but that’s just that. I enjoyed it as leisurely as how a typical audience would react without any bias or fanaticism over Spiderman. That being said, I also liked Superman Returns (without even watching the prequel, dammit). Yes, the superhero concept was far from the natural and the reality but eventually, as you dig the movie deeper, you’ll get to see that even this concept has its own flaw/s. Superman’s weakness had to be kryptonite.

So no matter how powerful, how immortal a superhero can be, they still have their soft spots.

Wait, what am I talking about again?

I suddenly hated Lex Luthor all the more. He was the greediest antagonist I have ever seen, far more greedy than that of Dr. Octavius (if I am not mistaken) of Spiderman. Even far more greedy than Emperor Gross of Blue Blink. LOL.

But I once watched Smallville when I was young. I did. *sings somebody saaaaaaave me*

I am cordially invited to witness…

“…the transformation of a teenager to a beautiful, charming lady [ready to be devirginized, legal and eighteen enough to control her alcoholic and shopping sprees].”

It sounds awful but it’s the usual regal statements delivered by debutantes to their guests through their letters lined with gold and sequins and the whatnots, except the bracketed lines. Since most of my batchmates way back High School are celebrating their eighteenth birthday this year, I shall be invited. That’s aside from the fact that I’m so fucking popular back then, LOL. No, I’m just kidding. I’m regularly assigned by the faculty as an emcee or as a Bible reader during…

Anyways, someone would be having her transformation rites this coming September and she was inviting me to be a part of her ugly-duckling-turned-beautiful-swan event (I have to admit, she’s unbelievably beautiful in every sense of the word). We were phone pals way back Grade 6 and we used to talk about his scandalous brother and our household and her crush, Dale, and my Dad and my underwear’s color and everything under the sun, and I never thought those days would give me a one-way ticket to some glorious debut.

Not that I’m making a big deal out of her debut, but we weren’t that close in High School. She used to dance a lot with all those gemmed headdresses and I used to sing at the choir (what a loser - I know, but we used to sing at Hyatt so beat that!) so our social circles don’t match that much except for a handful of common friends. We’re distant friends, that’s all. We’re friends, yes, and we’re the kind of friends who would just talk to each other when everyone else would be leaving the campus to go home - and we would have terrible bouts of loneliness sitting opposite to each other at the amphitheatre waiting for our never-punctual service rides.

Oh well, the thing is I haven’t replied to her text message since yesterday since I’m not in the mood to text anybody. I forced myself to finish Franz Kafka’s Metamorphosis and played around five to six rounds of DoTA and my eyes almost gouged out from its sockets.

Missing the online world.

Okay, I haven’t updated my Plurk account for weeks. Here’s what I think about Plurk: it’s addictive to the point where it seeks attention from you every single day (by the concept of Karma and the attainment of Nirvana). If you’re way down the social hierarchy and your Internet surfing goes exceedingly poor, your Karma flops down to its lowest level. That’s what happened to my account. I’m a college student trying to catch up with his delayed academic standing and I’m trying hard to be thrifty. So there goes my Plurk.

With Twitter, even if its GUI is just nothing but primitive, it’s still okay for losers like me.

And then I miss my chatmates at Yahoo! Messenger. Especially my blogger friends, my Mom and my sisters, Internet friends and everyone in between. I also miss my Deviantart account and my Flickr account as well, though my DA’s the one who suffered a lot since I swore to myself not to update it that much. (My Friendster account’s bullshit. I don’t even give a damn about it for no valid reason or whatsoever.)

I don’t know why but I keep on switching themes since I can’t find a neat and masculine two-column WordPress theme. Argh. This theme requires you a 593×225 and a 293×150 photo for each post, and the fact that I post blogposts almost daily – that’s just a grueling task for me. I can’t just dig my folders to find a suitable picture for my posts!

Though I think it’s worth it since it completes the look of the entire blog. It adds color and gives life to it.