Why Are You Here?

I am that guy

MercerMachine’s “cannot help but follow” meme (trackbacks via Tomorrow.sg).

I am that premature baby who caused his mother back pain and high blood pressure during pregnancy. I am that baby who were force to come out early before her life is in danger.

I am that son who didn’t have a home to call my own until I was five. I am that son who didn’t recalled seeing my mother during this period and seek shelter at my grandma place. I am their son who only remembered seeing my father occasionally.

I am that sibling who woke up at 2330 at night, ran barefooted to the ground floor, hopped onto the taxi and saw my mother being wheeled away by the nurses for my little sister delivery.

I am that playful child who caused many moments of anguish and anxiety to my parent as well as being whacked for it. I am that guilty party who caused my sister to have a scar on her eyebrow while playing "Catching" at home.

I am that primary school kid who ran to school everyday even though it is less than 500m away because I want to play games with my friend before school start. I am that kid who got whacked just because I ran to school.

I am that student who were selected to participate in the Chinese writing essay competition even though my Chinese sux big time yet frequently scored very well for Chinese composition because of my mother’s involvement.

I am that basketball fanatic who joined the school basketball team and participated in Inter-School games during secondary 2 and 4.I am that player who were knocked out on both occasion in the 2^nd rounds.

I am that son who was pressurized by my mother to study at Polytechnic instead of JC. I am that son whose mother has no confidence in her child’s ability. I am that son whom she said might be better off marrying a Vietnam bride instead.

I am the son who could never become what they wanted. I am the child who is still trying to please his parents.

I am that joker, lamer, bookworm, idiot, buddy who felt extremely blessed to be part of the 24 gang during his times in Singapore Polytechnic. I am part of the happy memories which many of us still hold them dear.

I am that boyfriend who is possessive, stubborn, angered her on many occasion and yet love her more than anyone else in the world. I am that boyfriend who attempted to master playing the piano so that he could play “Pachelbal Canon” for his girlfriend on Valentine Day.

I am that recruit who misfired during his first day of the range and yet still hit the target. I am that recruit who kena 3 confinements straight from the OC. I am that recruit who developed a phobia from then on whenever a live firing range is conducted.

I am that national servicemen who had to insist his vocation are Sea Soldier instead of RP. I am that national servicemen who had to stand for many hours starring at space waiting for something to happen, waiting for that 1% chance to strike.

I am that guy who doesn’t know what I want to and hope to be in future. I am the man you have since informed otherwise.

I am that man, I am that soldier, I am that child, I am that guy.

posted by Immortali @ 3:42 pm