Autobiography, in a third person narrative

Many people might know him as Harris Lim

the tall guy who studied at NUS,

forever late for lectures and tutorials.

he might seem as an introvert shy awkward guy

but once you get him talking,

the real problem is asking him to shut up

and believe me, I know best

Tall, dark and completed with bad boyish look,

my type of guy exactly

but underneath it all,

he is not the image he portrayed.

  

Yes, he has his bad boy moments

from lighting up cigarettes to clubbing and trying to get drunk.

(though apparently he has now quit smoking)

but underneath it all, he’s a stay home guy

satisfied with his weekends burn simply

watching soccer and mugging hard.

he is fascinated with the newest tech gadgets

and is what everyone considers now

a social media addict.

photography is his love

from owning his DSLR

to learning photoshop and lightroom

and trying not to judge, a Holga camera.

his OCD ensures his photos are all nicely edited

his folders are all in place

and his music needs to be classified under playlists

and completed with albums name, artwork and lyrics

however, that being said,

one look from me is enough

to make him drop whatever he is doing

rushed to my side.

and placed his full attention all onto me.

because,

he loves me and will do whatever it takes

just to see a smile on my face.

he pretends to lose

so that I can win.

he goes along with all my silly games

though he draws the line at

my nonsense theories

(which could totally be true, think out of the box!)

to the world

he’s Harris Lim

but to me

he’s my boytoy

the guy I love a tad too much.