When i was a baby, all that i know was all that i could see,
Attention span was only 30min-2hrs before getting drowsy,
Couldn't remember any dreams, or whether did i dream.
Baby life is boring, scream to get a kick outta it,
And people would start frustrating after efforts of coo-ing me,
But dats the purest time i had, eat, sleep, scream.
When i was an infant, I'll roll ard on the bed,
One bad judgement on the edge n i could be dead,
Food now comes in a wider range, but things din really change.
I still get carried, disturbed, n screams for fun,
Slowly i start to sit, stand, walk n run,
N imitated watever those adults want me to say under the sun.
When i was a toddler, pens n paper were introduced to me,
N there on the floor i'll sprawl, imaginations i'll draw.
Nursery was optional, n i had the benefit of not going,
But being the only kid at home, i'll stick to my grandmother.
Parents were at work whole day, n i'll be playing whole day,
Homework?? NONE!! go kindergarten oso play masak.
When i was 6, i had the option to choose my own school,
Still young, i avoided the one which became a value added school,
And entered one which closed down years ago.
Kids were crying on the 1st day but not me,
Dun understand y but for me, i'm used to it,
Textbks were boring but i stuck to it.
When i was 12, i had to face the fearful BCG n PSLE,
All those were rumours, which passed with ease,
Thru the primary school days, punishment was kept at bay.
Frens were made, frens were split, n my auntie oso came to visit,
Then came the day where we finally had to separate,
With tears we stepped into our unknown fate.
When i was 13, i got into Jurong Sec where things get harder,
My masak were all kept n replacing them, textbooks which get thicker.
Frenship were a bit more complicated, no more i dun fren you sentences,
But luckily, i was blessed with fantastic frenships.
Without them i dun think i'll be wat i m,
So i thank them with all i can, even thou they're not here.
When i was 14, i played my 1st bball tournament,
After training for 1 yr, running, dribbling, watever,
Court time was ok but the medal was still out of range.
In class i slept uncontrollably, fortunately a pass i still managed,
My lyrics writing started then, together with my short hair,
where i'll copy song lyrics wit my seatmate.
When i was 16, the dreaded big O came,
So in mac i would be, cramming wit my buddies for days on the end.
The arcade n bowling alley were jus behind,
N most of the time that's where i hide, with my buddies still inside.
I wondered how i did it but i did,
10, 13pts i received, wit a bball national 4th in sec 3.
When i was turning 17, i had to choose my destiny,
Splitting my head over poly or JC, I ended forgoing JC,
Just to be with my frens, i chose SP, without any aspiration, i got into mktg.
Then came lectures, tutorials, berms n huge tees, n new frens,
Occasionally with flip flops when i feel rebellious n sloppy,
Wardrobes gets packed with tees, jeans n some presentation shirts.
When i was 17, i had my 1st presentation in shirt n skirt,
Had to introduce our new product, which i made the prototype overnight,
Nervousness was inevitable, n i jittered my words out.
Still it was ok, n we got an A, but now as i look at it, it looks crap,
Groupmates were people who came from ard Singapore,
Frenly they were,who had different kinds of flaws.
When i was 18, i was already used to presenting,
They always noe i had something up my sleeves, be it a blotch-up or purposely,
I made them laff most of the time i'm up.
Being hooked on bball, i continued representing,
Trainings were not as tough, but i was still present for most of the trainings,
Just that the biased coach doesnt see my efforts, playing time keeps decreasing.
When i was 19, i had to present in front of outside clients,
The project lasted a yr fun but tough, n best thing it got a distinction,
Guts were built n i had to present in front of a lecture hall of juniors n clients.
Was thrown the capt post but its really shitty work,
Players, being gers, quarrel over the tiniest matter n i had to solve,
N in the end wat i got was less than 20 min thru'out IVP, contradicting.
When i was 20, i suddenly ended up without a motive,
Idolisation was addictive which caught up with me.
Guy classmates went NS, while the rest either work or study,
I slacked ard, got nagged, switched jobs and finally settled down.
With the salary i nvr saved, useless possessions keeping piling my place,
I knew i had to do something and slow down my pace.
Now i'm going 22, bones always seem like breaking,
Months followed days, work, eat, sleep, repeating.
Frens were left with those who really noe me well,
In front of whom i'll reveal my inner self.
Office work is BORING but the ppl were ok,
Jus waiting in anticipation of bonus at the end of the yr.
Next up, will life be the same??
Being easily detered, wld i get wat i want?
Having high expectations of myself, wld i persevere my dream?
Will i still be an unrecognised penner??
Will i be who i want??
Who will be THE ONE??
WHO NOES MAN... i dun..
