Sunday, April 02, 2006
My Dil Goes Hmmm
So I get too comfortable with him at times that I completely dismiss my self-consciousness. Next thing I know, his phone is right in front of my face, followed by that renowned clicking sound I've accustomed myself to. Yet, despite all this aggravating vexation, there's something about the way he derides and annoys me that's so endearing. Maybe it's due to his toothy grin that comes momentarily after my defeat; that loony smirk that's as smittening as it is retarded. Then there's that satisfactory beam in his eyes I just get so lost into; lost in confusion because at some point I just wonder if he really has gone nuts. Then that fking adorable laugh; he then shows me the multiple unglamorous shots of me he just captured. Then his infamous raising eyebrows signature as if to say "Aha I got you and you can't stop me!" Then comes my signature- copious smacks on his arm, followed by incessant entreaties of either "Please, please, please delete them!" or the more predominant ones, "You idiot delete them laaa!" In response, he throws his head back, laughs somemore and sticks his tongue out while rolling his pupils to the back of his head.
And
that is the face that breeds the warmest sensation ever.
How quixotic, I know.
I shall not delve into extraneous details about my first attempt in shopping online because only
after I've picked the Lost t-shirts that I wanted, only then did they state that they don't ship the merchandise to outside of the US.
Bloody hell.
remained aloft at 2:17 PM