Super - ?

This is also something I been wanting to write about…but judging from my recent entries. I suppose keeping it short makes things effective; as in I get to complete and write more regularly.

If I could have a super power, which one would I opt for? I used to want to be like Superman as in having all his super powers. Though I guess in a more realistic sense… I would choose teleportation?

You know because life is shitty, indulging in nonsensical thoughts can be pretty damn endearing and addictive; Sad I know but hey…

Back to the topic. Why teleportation?

Just the idea of going to one place to another and….well basically not being reliant to society/people and not having to be tied to something is just a dream akin to dreaming of having super powers.

On second thoughts I might just choose to have superman like powers as it seems like a, ‘complete’ set of a super person.

Though with teleportation one can also easily win fights and just go and do whatever he feels like, sort of, he is less strong and therefore expendable.

As childish as this may seem, I am enjoying this.

Whereas having a steel like body could make one less paranoid of being hurt and immune to diseases. As such life would probably be more carefree and somewhat free of most worries.

Though if I were to possess such a super power, will I be a hero that is expected of a super hero? Hell to the No!

Justice would be served accordingly, according to me that is. Ha – Ha

Having said that if I were to attain super powers then others too would be able to do so…if that is the case, should I choose to be like Goku instead?

17th

You know on how I’ve been complaining about feeling fatigued and tired? Apparently, It had also got to do with my blood pressure. I got to know that my pressure is high hence the sensation of feeling faint and fatigued.

I had a phone interview recently which went quite well, according to the interviewee that is. It’s been 2 days now and I have been anticipating the date for the next interview. Been calling the agent but as usual she says that she’ll update me soon. I care because I want to leave so bad. I want to have something better.

That is the objective for now. Though for now I am going to try and be as optimistic as I can.

Surely this is not a bad thing?

Yesterday's

This has been on my mind, you know; the same thought just lurks by at times. It happened many years ago and I’ve been wanting to write about this. I hope to finish writing about this tonight, if possible.

Some years ago, it could’ve been as long as 10 years back? I was in a fancy night club, I had a friend at that time who was a singer in a band and he was performing in the club which was located in a well-known hotel in KL.

I didn’t care as much as I’ve been there a couple of times and since I was friends with the singer I got to eat and drink for free. Though all we drank was coke but ate some delicious steak. I brought a friend along with me.

The club was famous for rich guys as such there were hot chicks. Majority of the people there were aged to say the least. I was standing there with my friend, with my glass of cake on the table, trying to act cool. Seated there were some girls with an elderly guy old enough to be my grandpa. I don’t hit on chicks or even talk to chicks whom I didn’t know. I was pretty shy.

Also I wasn’t interested in the girls as they looked like professionals if you know what I mean. During that time seeing that our drinks were scattered, I am not sure if I picked up the wrong glass, I noticed, these people eye-balling me.

I was like, dude I don’t even drink and I could get any drinks I wanted for free. I am pretty sure the old dude didn’t get that from my body language. However, this grandpa started staring at me as if he was trying to prove something. I had to kinda be the big guy and look away.

All that went into my mind was, this guy probably has kids my age or older than me and here he is trying to prove himself and act tough in front of some girls; How pathetic. He might’ve been a dato’ or something but honestly. I didn’t have a speck of respect for people like him. It just made despise people like that ever since.

The way he looked was disgusting and I hope I never turn out to be someone like that. You know at that ripe age of dying. Being at a night club and with some possible prostitutes and trying to act gangster-like to someone who doesn’t even care about his existence while he tries to prove his ceasing existence so readily.

Phew—I am glad I wrote this down. It serves as a reminder and probably tells a lot about the world, or not.