It was a hot and boring day...

...when the Superhero a.k.a Hero Malaya decides to blog. We have to have a hobby too, you know.

Yes, I am, him, Hero Malaya.

I see that some of you are surprised. After all, whoever thought of a superhero in Malaysia? Aha, we do exist. Yep, we co-exist amongst you, and amidst the other creatures who tries very hard to be us. But c'mon...it doesn't state ANYWHERE in our Manual that a big, black, towering hairy thing that scares the shite of all children and adults alike can be a superhero. Even if you might be handy when it comes to helping out with the faulty street lights.

Because you see, the Manual specifically says: No scaring little children . Especially NO scaring of adults. (re: Article IV: General Prohibition of a Superhero, section 2(a) and 3(a))

So there Hantu Raya, you're not quite up to our league. Sorry about that, yo.

Ah, the Manual.

I'm having a bit of predicament as I type.

You see, Le Manual reiterates the importance of a Superhero Costume. (re: Article II: General Disposition of a Superhero. section 3(a) to (k))

Most of us Superheroes, especially our Western cousins, prefer the latex feel on their skin.

I tell you, I think they just want to show off their manlier than normal men (they *are* Superheroes, hello~!) chest and manificient physique.

Me, I think latex is a bugger to wear here in Malaysia. On a hot day, sitting on a leather car seat, can you imagine the agony? And the thought of having to peel the costume out at the end of the day...er, no thanks, mate.

And what's the deal about wearing your underwear outside? Didn't your Mama taught you boy? Besides, I've always been a boxers man myself. I don't care what they say about drooping bells. Superheroes do not have to deal with little maladies as such anyway.

I tell ya, Superman? Well he's just out to show off his lunchbox. And if I know any better, I tell you, it's all socks and not much else.

Oops. Manual says I should not diss my own kind.

Uh. Sorry.

Back to my predicament.

I think I shall go for the urban, casual look. You know, khakis, cotton shirts, that sorta thing. Casual, yet cool. Chic, yet macho. Chandler Bing meets Tom Cruise. Ooh, I like that!

And anyway, I wouldn't want to be mistaken as an illegal construction worker if I go about wearing Christmassy green pants and red shirts. Though I think it's best to wear something bright. Beats having to get run over by airborned mechanisms.

Bugger that.