bandwagon galore.

I'm the guy who daydreams too much. And then miss a couple of bus stops. I'm the guy who is turning 20 this New Year's eve and feeling so god-damned unaccomplished in life. I'm a son and a brother. A friend and a liar. I'm that guy.

I'm the guy whom you kissed at the playground, with two golden retrievers looking at us from below. I'm the guy you thought was the one you'd end up with. I'm the guy who thought I'd end up with you. I'm the guy whose grammar you laughed at. I'm the guy who left you a SPCA t-shirt in the locker we shared, and then ran away because I was too chickened to see your reaction. Apparently you teared. I'm the guy who made you cry without knowing why. I'm the guy who cried two days after you left me with a text message; I was away then.

I am the guy who is now just 'your dear friend'.

I'm the guy who slapped you, and you scratched me back. The scar is still there. I'm the guy who ran away one night, only to find you looking for me at 1a.m when I decided to go back. I'm the guy who thought it was so darn cool you are writing a play. Even if it was for the Hainanese clan. I'm the guy who took your money off your bag. I'm the guy who spends too much and still doesn't know how to spend less or save more. I'm the guy who deliberately left coins under the carpet so one day we will never be bankrupt. I'm the guy whose hair you cut before you decided I was old enough to have a barber at 15. I'm the guy who couldn't sleep for the entire night when I dreamt that you died.

I'm the guy who dyed your hair when they turned grey.

I'm the guy who tried ordering milk at a bar because I couldn't drink. I'm the guy who smoked too much, in your opinion. I hardly now. I'm the guy who tried reading Kafka but would rather read GQ, anytime. I'm the guy who took photos of everything. Including myself. I'm the guy who dreams of making films one day.

I'm the guy who daydreams too much.

I'm the guy you told you were coming out. I consoled you and you said there was no need to. You were right. Because I have never seen you so happy ever since you found someone. I'm the guy who borrowed your bags and never return. I didn't want to. I'm the guy who laughed at you because you were still wearing Cerisi jeans. I'm the guy who talked behind your back. I'm the guy you stabbed; did my back hurt your knife? I'm the guy who couldn't do maths. No matter how hard he tried. I'm the guy who still wonders where the hell are you. I didn't mean to ignore you when you came back. I'm the guy who found your letter the other day. I'm the guy whom you brought to Ikea for the first time.

I'm the guy who missed you.

I'm the guy who gets irritated easily. I'm the guy you scolded for being so hot-tempered. I'm the guy you shouted at across the room when I got impatient. I'm the guy whose shoulders you cried on. I'm the guy whom you laughed at when I revealed I used to like The Spice Girls. Your favourite was Baby Spice, like me. I'm the guy who was there to agree with you how screwed up the military is. I'm the guy who introduced you to pastel colour clothing and flea markets. I'm the guy you introduced films to.

I'm the guy who thinks you are so beautiful. I'm the guy who knows I will never have you but secretly wish I am wrong. I'm the guy who drinks too much coffee. I'm the guy who wants to be a Starbucks barista so I can get free coffee everyday. I'm the guy who wants to move to New York. And ohmygod not because I want you to tell me how to get to Sesame Street.

I'm the guy you smiled at.

Yeah, I am that guy. Who are you?