Round 8: I am That Guy

I am that guy who finally got down to this after reading it here, here and here, like years ago.

I am that guy who loves to eat and try anything new that looks delicious.

I am that kid who learned not to play with electricity at 7 after receiving a shock from switching the socket on and off continuously.

I am that guy who gave my parents their first heart attack by stuffing a button battery up my right nostril at midnight the following year.

I am that kid who made the other patients in the hospital waiting room laugh when they saw what the doctor retrieve from my nose with his forceps.

I am that guy who made paper planes and boats when his mother wasn't looking.

I am the guy who tried toasting butter cookies that were already ready to eat, because I wanted to show my mum that I was grown up.

I am the guy who carried my friend in his muddy uniform and with a broken leg after he fell from the monkey bars in our school.

I am that teenager who asked a friend what a one night stand was in front of the whole school. Because I had no idea that the mike was still on, after our poetry reading competition.

I am that guy whose chinese name was always mercilessly teased, because it sounded like "chicken".

I am that guy who got detention for the first time in his life because he dozed off during school assembly during secondary school.

I am that guy whose mother moved mountains, shed tears and grew white hairs to make sure her son would excel in his studies.

I am that son who, for 6 months or so, cleaned the house and washed the pot for my mother's puke while she was pregnant with my sister.
I am that brother who accidentally dropped gum onto my baby sister's head, resulting in a sticky tangled mess and hours later, a bald patch on her head.

I am that guy whose 14 year old sister still mumbles in her sleep, for her brother to return home.

I am that guy who came to school early to run to the 7-11 opposite the road and buy Toblerone to offer to you, because I knew it was your favorite chocolate then.

I am that guy who was so smitten with you, I spent days trying to compose the best poem I could ever write and buy a Ferrero Rocher to go with it.

I am that guy whose heart stopped beating and broke when you didn't accept my gift and when your best guy friend devoured the Rocher right in front of me.

I am your "gay" guy friend who tried his best to comfort you, online and offline, whenever you had a fight with your now ex-bf, when really, inside me, I was at a loss at what to do.
I am that guy who was so incensed, when I heard that your ex actually dared to beat you, that I couldn't stop swearing and was on the verge of making a few phone calls.

I am that neighbour who, with just one look, can tell if you're in good or bad mood.
I am that buddy who helped you push-start your car in the depths of winter when it couldn't start for the umpteenth time.

I am that guy, whose arms in you sought solace and comfort when your heart got broken.

I am that "da nan ren"-wannabe, who keeps thinking and wondering how on earth is he able to provide you with a comfortable secure home and a future free of financial anxieties.

I am the boyfriend who hasn't stopped loving you since you stepped into my room, and into my life.


I am that guy who's writing this and reflecting at the same time: it's been almost 3 years now and, damm! some things have certainly changed.

But I will always be Stan: son, brother, boyfriend, good friend and boxer.