Egg snadwiches in the middle of the night do wonderful wonders for the tummy. And the mind. After all that angst, I’m feeling all jolly and smiley. Simply because the beautiful taste of an egg sandwich melting in your mouth [and not in your hands! I've always wanted to say that] reminds me that, even with all the shits I’ve been through I can still say ‘Hey, life doesn’t suck so much after all.’

So, today, this African dude [who praised my manliness], I believe his name is Hamman, really made my day.

I was walking to my tutorial room when I came to Hamman and his buddies in the hallway. He saw me, and I raised my hands in a silent ‘wasup’ gesture. As I approached closer, I heard one of his pals ask

“So, what’cha gonna do about it, mon?”
“Nah, mon. I just wanna be like him…”

And he patted my back a few times.

“..lookit ‘im. Always cheerful, always smilin’ even if he’s in the deepest of shits. Yea mon?”

I could only reply with “Do I have a choice?” and a slight chuckle. It’s truly a case where the most unexpected people make the unexpected thing to brighten up your day.

Then again, now that he mentioned, I’m starting to think I’m too optimistic for my own good. Sure, I climbed out of the fiery pits of pathetic-ness and helpless-ness and pointless-ness by constantly faking confidence, constantly assuring myself things are okay. Constantly planting optimism in myself.

I suppose by now it’s already become part of my flesh and blood. Not that it’s a bad thing :p

*holds up another slice of egg sandwich*

Cheers, mon.