I am.....

I am the baby that first in the family. That caused my grandmother, my parents and auntie frantically peeking through the window just to catch a glimpse of me.

I am the baby that was born on the third day of the Chinese New Year of 1983 and one day after Valentine.

I am the baby they brought back using a van from KK hospital.

I am the baby who had two homes, one in Ang Mo Kio and the other one in Yishun.

I am the naughty boy who my grandmother loves to spoil. To keep buying me toy cars to shut me up.

I am the cute little boy who my grandmother brought with her wherever she went. From the wet-market to relatives’ houses to her mahjong khakis’ place.

I am the pesky boy who my parents has to painfully drag me home to Yishun away from my grandmother’s place in Ang Mo Kio.

I am the innocent boy who appeared on television once to say “Who dressed in green and fight for Singapore?”

I am the loquacious boy who, as a representative of the graduating kindergarten batch,   gave a final speech to end my happy two years in Ang Mo Kio PAP Kindergarten to the public.

I am the boy who my primary school teachers labeled as “Talkative boy”, EVERY primary school teachers.

I am the boy who got 240 PSLE score, the third lowest among my EM1 classmates.

I am the boy who was late to hand in my councilor-appointment letter and got a big scolding from my beloved form teacher, Mrs DeSilver.

I am the boy who was never got Mrs DeSilver’s wrath (other than the incident above) regarding neatness, while the rest of the guys have had their science workbook flew out of the classroom.

I am the boy who had thick spectacles because of my hyper eye-degree and colonies of pimples swamping my face. I was never the Mr Popular, I was never the male lead in any relationships, and I was never the Talk of the Town.

I am the boy who got into councilor and enjoyed tremendously.

I am the teenager who saw the conversion of the councilor to prefectorial board. I got to lead and head it too.

I am the teenager who suddenly felt someone that I would want to take care of, to talk to the whole day, to go out with, to eat with…… but I am the teenager who was too gruesome to look at.
I am the teenager who accompanied and stayed by her during one of her most difficult period (time not otherwise). The ups and downs. The tears and the laughters.

I am the teenager who got into a not-so-bad (not-so-good also) junior college. Found three good friends that I call them by their initials…..CY, FY and SB.

I am the teenager who played a Chinese orchestra instrument even though I know nuts about music. Always scolded by the stupid instructor.

I am the teenager whom my civics tutor (form teacher) advised strongly to drop Further Mathematics and concentrate on the other 3 subjects. With my 3 good friends’ support, I continued on with my 4-A level subjects, even though the subjects nearly killed me.

I am the soldier who trained under harsh conditions to anticipate any emergencies.

I am the soldier who never sleeps just to protect the vital installations in Jurong Island.

I am the soldier who did a lot of push-ups, chin-ups and sit-ups. They are just warm-ups. (How come no down one?)

I am the soldier that slacked my last six months. And Defense Minister still says that all active NS people immediately ORD with one month notice……I simply love him!

I am a new undergrad in a new environment with a new bunch of people to know.

I am a new undergrad soon becoming an old undergrad writing this………..