Room with a View

ooo how i hate when this happens! I'm trapped! In a room with nothing but a computer...funnily enough, connected to the internet. Dr. Arbromagik lured me into this I'm sure!! I think it's some sort of reverenge for my killing almost all him army of "deadly" beasts. But I'm sorry, it's not my fault that he has a bunch of grannies to protect him. I've no idea how on earth he managed to trap me here... actually, it was quite easy. But tell me; who can resist a lovely smell such as roast ham and apple pie?!

Anyway, after eating all the stuff and realizing too late it might be poisened, I decided to try my luck with this computer. I would have bet my left ear that it wouldn't work but amazingly enough it did! And I would have bet my right ear that there would be no internet but there is! So now I'm trying to find a way out of here, that is, unless they bring another portion of that delicious pie.

Anyone has any ideas? I'd like to sleep in my own cosy cuddly warm bed tonight... *sniff*

Empty...

Lo and behold

I couldnt sleep last night, so I decided to fly abit around.. checking that no damsel was in distress, and no prince charming was dealing with any over-sized lizards. Well, I must say that the mediterranean character is extremely striking in Maltese people.. the passion especially... red hot sizzling passion...

..I happened to be flying over ta' Qali, and also happened to have forgotten my X-Ray-Night-Vision sight on. OH GOD.. no wonder there are few cars about at night!! Not even Fiat have as many cars parked in their backyard. And occasionally you hear a horn, or see lights going on..

Let me stop here.. I'd rather not go into anymore details, but, who ever dares saying that Spanish are the most mediterranean of all mediterraneans, hasnt been to ta' Qali at 2.00am!

... and so the story goes didadi didadi.. didadidadidadi...

pfffffffff.. heroine for nothing. I'm just back from rescuinging a granny from a couple of burglars; both mighty heavy, was a bit hard to fly them out to matab and dump them home. neways,, I'd rather loose my powers and see That One person happy, but i cant and oh God it is so frustrating. It kills me to see someone in such a state, and it kills me to know that i can do a big, brilliant, bright ZERO. argh...

where art thou oh heroine??

..he was just about to step off when I grabbed him from the collar and pulled him in. Stupid a**hole. What a waste of life it would have been.

Anyhow, I could try it myself, see what happens, hadnt it been for my being able to fly. Nothing much to fly for when the answer you get back is: "sssh, its a secret, dont let the others see it! They'd feel uncomfortable!!"

What about ME??!! Damn it.

Forgive me.. not meaning to be rude, but certain men simply ask for a good beating eh. I'm sick of crying myself to sleep.. HEROINES dont do it!! I mean, I took up the job just for this! Not crying to sleep. And I'm ending up doing it all the time. And in the instruction booklet there's written:
"Guaranteed not to ever lack courage. Able to face any situation with great confidence and decision."

Yeah.. my knickers.

I give up..

Patetic hour

I was bored today; no one needed my help. So I sat on the point of our ariel, feet across, eyes shut and let my self go to thought. I was (still am) sad. Feeling useless is not nice. I felt lonely and set aside. I am so available that people actually use me. To make matters worse, Janna still hasnt found the antidote, and I am sinking under the pressure of the nasty virus. Amazing, I can already see the newspaper headlines:

"Super hero collapses to the only enemy she couldnt defeat: her heart"

help...

welcoming myself

i was suddenly overwhelmed by the urge to pour out my thoughts on something non human and expressionless, so here i am. I'm still looking around, superheroines take great care in looking around..it's in our subatomic gene pool. Well, I'm off, time to save the world, again.