Being the superhero is tiring, but never am I going to forget my roots and forsake my friends, especially the friends who are also in the superhero line. The day had finally came for the finale dinner of the superheroes of Block 45. The delay, largely due to the troublesome romance that somehow entangled one of us, was rather irritating. But then, a hero's archilles' heel is always the beauty that enchants. Or is it so? Or am I crapping to sound chim? Back to the point. The dinner. You see, superheroes aren't lonesome creatures who fight crimes and ah-bengs all day long, 24/7. No socializing, no play, no nothing. No, that's greatly distorted in the movies. We do socialize. We meet for dinners and shopping, just like Ryu would meet E Honda for sushi and Batman would go lingerie shopping with Superman. Bottomline - we have friends. Over the course of this increasingly boliao-cum-childish-cum-ridiculous blog, I will introduce some of my superhero friends. Some less capable, mostly less handsome.

Name: H.G. Wong Superhero name: Zi Mo Cha Superpower: Shrieking Fingernails Detail: Zi Mo Cha has incredibly long fingernails. They are grown for a reason, mind you. A reason you might have guessed by now. Or not, and you are a moron. But fear none, everything unfolds in my blog.

Zi Mo Cha works in the 24-hour Cheers convenience store for $4/hr. Citizens always thought that superheroes like us have unlimited resources. That is so untrue because at the end of the day, we are still residents of an expensive society. I know, movies always depict us as people with limitless money. They had overrated us. We are not. We don't print cash. We need to eat. We need to take public transport. I know we travel like Flash, but we would very much prefer to take the public transport whenever possible. So after the dinner, I walked Zi Mo Cha back to his store for his night shift. We discussed politics and the crime rate of the city when we heard a cry at the corner of the shop. Naturally, we would walk over to discover the commotion, but no, we were too lazy for that. Instead, we used our see-through-everything eye power to capture the scene. Well, we don't use that to peep while girls bathe. We are hell too moral for that. We saw one ah-beng sitting on top of another. He had a rusty pen knife in one hand. It was a tricky situation that required a superhero effort. Unfortunately, I had some drastic abrasion on one of my thighs. Fortunately though, I had Zi Mo Cha with me. I absolved myself of all complications, and watched on as Zi Mo Cha harmonized the conflict. "Mess around in my store, you must not," said Zi Mo Cha in Yoda-like fashion while opening a new packet of potato chips. Ah beng was still sitting on top of the other. He started to strangle the poor kid. "Strangling not occur in my store, I must insist!!" Zi Mo Cha commented unclearly as he munched the chips. "Shut up you muthafucker!! Mind your own fucking b..." Ah beng could never complete his sentence. He felt his nose and could feel liquid. Blood, I saw. Zi Mo Cha had just scratched his disgusting and unfashionable fingernails against his rapidly peeling chalkboard skin. I summoned an impenetrable bubble around me to protect myself. When it all ended, I walked over to ah beng and offered him my tissue. He sat there, unmoved. My tissue, unused. He was dead. I offloaded him and crept up to the victim on the floor. He was dead too. Zi Mo Cha had killed the man he was supposed to save. His intentions were great, but his ability hardly so. Sigh, I wished I didn't had the abrasion. But then again, we are still super.