Friday, May 04, 2007
I Want To Be A Spiderwoman
Imagine this. You're going out for a night on the town. Literally, in your case. You've got your cape. You've got your incredible powers of flight. You've got a mask that covers your insanely handsome face. You've got a form-fitting spandex suit that leaves nothing to the imagination. Why, you asked?
Tradition.But of course, let's just put the stupid superheroes outfit out of question.
My topic for today - SUPER POWERS. Everybody wants one. The number one power everyone wants: flight. Definitely. Who doesn't ever want to lose a balloon again? Who doesn't wanna hunt down that bitch of a mosquito and smash him between their palms? And who, i ask, who wouldn't kill to moon a blimp pilot?
*raised eyebrows*
If I had to choose a super power…well…hm. I'd like to be able to conjure pens that gives you an out-of-this-world experience. (Of course this has absolutely nothing to do with me being a writer, and my long-term secret fetish with pens and pencils of such.) I'd like to have the ability to wish for a really moronic pen, and it'd appear in my hands. So if i'm on shift at cafe and anyone ever asked me for a pen, i'd bring one of them into existence, and lend it to the customer.
Just a personal fantasy of mine. Though maybe if i'm leave to run shift alone while my sayang gets dragged back to mainstore, i could chew off all the pen caps in McCafe. So when a customer borrows one, he'll be plain disgusted. Or maybe i wud rig it so that when they took off the cap, the ink would explode in their face and render them Smurf-like…
Okay, it's just a grind. Manchester United's lost and Kid's laughters is still ringing in my ears. But i do learn something from all this - i should never be a superhero.
But in today's delusional world, superheroes are nothing but a phase. Cicak-man and Labah labah-man (gosh Taufik, i love you) can only do as much as Batman or Daredevil. I sit and render at Cafe, watching both sayang and I turn the upside-down to normal everytime there's a rush...and i think we should be consider superheroes. I sit and stare at my darling, watching how he tries to hide worries behind smile...and i think he's my number one superhero.
I mean, think of comics. Not comics as in Archie and friend. Comics, like you know -
NEVERMIND.Sigh. Invincibility. Invisibility. Flight.
Superheroes and super powers always seem to go hand in hand. Let's face it, Spiderman shoots webs, Superman can fly. In a child's fantasy, you are nothing unless you can do something incredible. Superheroes and supervillans, name one that couldn't do something superhuman. Even Batman had enough gadgets to be considered some sort of hero. But my question this time is, where is the power that we all need?
Where are the vibrant tights of the listener? Name one time that a superpower healed the world, saved a soul, or even touched anyone on a deeper than physical level. Where is the superpower to make daddy stop beating mommy? Faster than a speeding bullet, yes. But where is the power to stop the bullet from hitting the innocence, the mother, the child? As strong as these "heroes"are, give me the comic where they check up on the addict to see if he's still on drugs.
Where is the power to stop a killer, rapist, or pedophile as they creep in the bushes outside your home? Where is the power to stop the jumper from leaping off the skyscraper? Yes, Spidey would save him, but no one can stop the urge he gets from the cold urban air. Where is the power to stop the murderer from craving blood, craving the life of another innocent victim? While Superman is jumping buildings and flying at the speed of light stopping asteroids from crashing into the planet, the mangled body of a man lays twenty feet from the mangled wreck of what was, five seconds ago, his car. He lets out a silent scream too faint for anyone, even a superhero, to hear, then he bleeds to death.
You see, superpowers are too good to be true. When people are suffering to keep food on the table, selling their bodies to pimps and their souls to drug runners, when the X-men are playing poker...its then that you realize that the comics were worthless. Let's face it, Spiderman shoots webs, Superman can fly, but tonight a little girl cries in the gutter. Tonight in the gutter she cries next to her limp, almost-dying mother...
...and nobody hears a thing.
Allah, save our earth, please.And just for the record, NO, I haven't watch SPIDERMAN 3. Stop rubbing it in, ass.
11:42 AM
