eye spy with my lil i

Its not enough for me to be a narcissist calling myself God, and having my name stored in my friends' phonebook God, so I must make you endure the pain of having to go through a few quirky observations I made digging through dinner.

I like the smell of freshly done laundry.  Shoving my face into the pillow, smelling the fragrance of Ariel Springclean.  When mom changes bedsheets in the morning, I have to lie down, wiggle all around making excuses to my bro that am just lying down, before I doze off into la-la land in a matter of seconds.

I love it when Snowy follows me around like the pug from the Hutch advertisement.  It felt giddy when she wobbled and bumped behind me all the way to the ATM machine.  The way she wags her tail off, almost creating lift-off just at the sight of me walking into the large compound in front of our place.  Hate it when she has to lie down outside our door, waiting to play, but probably less than when she has to go down the steps, dejected, tired of the wait.  I love Snowy for everything she is, and the way she's brought happiness into my life.

I feel satiated, having gobbled up the onions and lemons at the table even before the food arrives, much to the annoyance of my friends.  I can't help it.  The thought of food makes me hungry, probably the irony of life, God's way of mocking me and keeping me thin come what may!

I feel proud of the fact that I can shed a tear at the end of a sad book or movie, and not have to gulp down a beer mug to feel all butch again.  The mark of a man, for me, is the ability to embrace his sensitive side and be comfortable about it.

I feel at my annoying best when I pain my friends' happiness to the point where they tell me to either "fuck off" or go for the much easier option of hitting me, hard.  Its these moments of sheer irritation that give me my edge and define who I am.

I smile when Isha comes up with her infamous witticisms to berate me into a small grain of nothingness.  Her ability to pull off statements like "Ass. Is hope." and crack me up! Love you kiddo! Muaah!

I consider my bro to be the funniest bloke ever.  Period.

I do not want to make this post a prolonged thesis of my life.  I do, however, want to let the world know am far from over.  Things have sucked in life.  Things have rocked in life.  I am the maker of my own destiny, and this is who I am now.

I am glad I tried this for the first time.  I hope you know me a little better now.

I think I should shut up now.