This posting is inspired by MercerMachine. Go ahead, call me a copycat, sue me, I don't care a dime...
I am that boy who...
...quietly packed toys to school, but forgot his supermum carried the bag so thus dissected its freakish weight.
...walked half-aslept, laid his hand and cheek in a stranger's hand, mistaking it for his mother's own.
...got teased in school for being poor and for living in a tiny flat, till finally supermum had to threaten the bully to sweat.
...murmured and stuttered through Queen's English, till the whole class doubled over deliriously.
...wanted to croon like Leslie Cheung or kick a ball like Fandi the saint.
...fell in love with Mathematics and Literature and would have no regrets spending the rest of his life being so.
...thought that babies are produced by somehow putting sermens into the woman's mouth.
I am that guy who...
...was caught fighting at a downtown church while in army uniform with a fellow camp mate, resulting in them having to clean the camp toliet togther for three months.
...was infatutated with a colleague for more than four years, but never really made an approach because he thought she would suffer hardships if they were together.
...rejected a gal in a cafe, saying that putting two twits together would mean hugging each other to death and that she deserved someone smarter to take care of her.
...a gal tried to pick up in a library with a dictionary, asking him for the pronouncation of a ridiculously long word.
...met a gal he knew via SMS and was retorted for wasting her time as he was not actually looking for a wife.
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