The holiday has been inactive so far. It makes me wonder when the pace will start to pick up. Meanwhile I shall pick up the odd jobs along the way, stay home to blog and game, and take the occasional walk to the mall. So on this not-so-particular day, I was at Cheers, buying a copy of the New Paper to spend my afternoon with. "Sorry, you don't pay for your papers here," said the cashier. Oh okay, it was the Singapore Pools sales-aunty. S.Pools has one outlet in Cheers and nobody was in the queue. I thought. Should I? Why not? What else? Yes, get the pencil, you fool!! Be reminded that never was I a gambler. I'm a small fry punter who tries to push his luck around when the queue at S.Pools is acceptable. That day happened to be the day I should punt and waste. Hmmn, Man Utd vs Arsenal. After much pondering, the box that wrote Arsenal 4 Man Utd 0 was shaded. The queue picked up quite a bit since I started shading but I got into line anyway. All of a sudden, a teenager jumped in and stood in front of me. That pissed me off quite a bit naturally, but I didn't overreact this time round. I tapped lightly on his shoulders twice. Lightly because I have superhero strength that bends steel and deforms skulls, and I certainly don't wish to hurt him. "Err, boy. I was here before you." The juvenile, which I would hate to name, simply gave a blind stare and continued to stand in my way. I was quite in a mood today, so I politely tapped his shoulders a second time and said, in a more reprimanding tone, "Boy, why do you think I am standing here? To get my queue cut?" "Cut your queue leh. Purposely leh. So what can you do to me? Beat me up lar, you pussy!!" My patience snapped immediately. What can I do to you? I could finish you off in 101 special moves, you son of a bitch. For god sake, I'm a superhero. Stop asking me questions what I could do. Do I have to dodge bullets, jump off buildings and halt trains whenever I appear in public? Do I have to swallow swords and take in a few gunshots to show that, yes, I am YOUR superhero?? Well, I really shouldn't have to, but in an attempt to get my queue back, I had to display my prowess. I punched out my right fist and flaunted the 3 deep scars that ran through it. "Whoa, how you get that?" I tried desperately to disguise my satisfaction. At least I was beginning to see light. "HA. You mean these 3 scars? I got them while fighting the Steel Menace." Steel Menace was the frequent canteen queue-cutter in my secondary school days. "Whoa, what happened to him in the end?" "Him? HA. What a question? You asked me what happened to him?" Silence. The kid stared blankly at me, quite clearly questioning my words. "HA. HA. HA. Errrr, well, he survived in the end. But that's not the point. He's made of steel and I managed to beat him into a pulp!! HA." "Ohh, he survived?" And the kid turned back. No signs of him giving back my queue though. That's pretty tough of him, I thought. He don't know who he is trifling with. But hey, I'm cool, it's just a short queue. In no time, it would be my turn. I took back the bubbling anger in me, and unclutched the phenomenal fist of mine. "I'm cool, real cool," I told myself. The kid was let off. I remind you peeps, the kid was LET OFF. Don't be fooled that I'm someone to be trifle with, despite being your superhero, for I could be quite nasty at times. Alright, I give the occasional autographs, but no, don't expect me to be a circus hero. Other than that, yah, I'm cool. Damn cool. Kick-ass coolness.