Someone was to have dinner with me.
But it was not to be.
Made me felt like an idiot, especially because I had even put on some make-up which is something I hardly do.
I had even hurried up my staff to finish work so that I can get off early.
Ended up eating alone at a warung in front of my office.
Nasi putih, sup tulang, kangkung goreng biasa and teh O limau panas.
All that cost RM14.
Normally, I don't eat that much at night, but, since I was feeling crappy, I just don't want to give too much shit.
Actually, I am still feeling not so good deep inside as I am writing this.
Well, never mind.
My pathetic self pitying condition however reminds me of a conversation I had the other day with a friend.
She said to me that sopo bloggers are akin to superheroes.
I told her that's so full of shit.
They are not superheroes, okay. And not that many people read blogs anymore. People nowadays got Facebook, Twitter, Wassap groups, Instagram, etc etc etc.
But she insisted that they are at least a bit like superheroes, as they were fighting bad things and wanted to uphold the good things - democracy, moderation, free speech, good governance, bla, bla, bla, bla.
Like Anas Zubedy, I guess.
If Anas Zubedy is a superhero, then he should be Ironman.
Rich, famous, good looking and knows how to market himself.
I still think it was stupid to put it that way.
However, that conversation also reminded me of the late Bernard Khoo aka Zorro.
I believe he must had imagined himself to be Zorro when he started blogging.
Fighting evil and corrupt people in power like Zorro, the swashbuckling hero in some Mexico province a long time ago.
I think that Bernard really believed in what he was doing and was being idealistic about it.
Bernard probably had choose to be known as Zorro, because that was his favorite superhero character.
It must also had been fun for him to feel like Zorro.
Well, may he rest in peace.
I don't know.
Maybe, if I am to be a superhero, I must be more like Spiderman.
Anonymous, poor and complete with emotional baggage.
Yup, whenever Spiderman was feeling crappy, he can't do his stuff properly.
Like when Mary Jane treated him, as Peter Parker, like shit because his life was in a mess and he was not successful enough as a normal person.
The poor sod can't even stick to the wall for a while because of that.
Mary Jane can be a cruel bitch sometimes.
Similarly, I can't write properly when I'm in an emotional turmoil.
See, I know, this posting sucks.
I'm writing this just because I can't think properly. I feel that my heart is breaking apart bit by bit at the moment.
By right, I should be writing about the 20 sen per liter price hike of Ron95 petrol which got everyone upset the past few days.
Instead I am writing about Ironman, Spiderman and other nonsense.
Who cares about some stupid fuel price hike when one has a broken heart.
So, therefore, I better stop before I start to write about Wonder Woman, Incredible Hulk etc.
By the way, I still think equating sopo bloggers with superheroes is stupid.
They are not superheroes, okay.
(p.s Please don't write bad things about the late Bernard Khoo in the comment section)