Tuesday, September 07, 2004 @ Tuesday, September 07, 2004
Missing Someone
I don't know what happened to me yesterday. I was crappy. Ultra crappy. Could it be? Could it be that I miss someone? Cos' I'm always crappy when I miss someone. But, who? I've been thinking about it the whole time but I don't seem to know the answer. Could it be, you?
Care
Was watching
Extreme Makeover yesterday night and I actually cried! I mean, of all shows for me to cry for, Extreme Makeover? Seeing them so satisfied with their new and improved self brought tears to their eyes as well as mine. What can I say? I'm just being the same old emotional me.
Yesterday's episode was about this mid 40's guy who went for an operation to get rid of his excess skin after losing weight for a year. He was very fat and so is his wife. He lost weight due to personal problems and heart disease. He stick to his diet and exercise while his wife still enjoys eating but she supported him all the way.
After three months of pain, the results were satisfying. Damn. After the whole makeover, that guy looked really good. The moment his wife saw him, she cried and she couldn't stop smiling. But at the same time, his wife felt sort of insecure. Due to the makeover, somehow his wife thinks she doesn't deserve him already. He was too good-looking for her.
But what really touched my heart was when that guy grabbed his wife and kissed her and kept kissing her. And then he even gave her a pair of diamond earrings just as she requested. He even told everyone how much he loves her and missed her cheerful and funny character when he was away. That just proves everything. Image is not the main issue.
That's what brought tears to my eyes. She's so damn lucky to have a husband like him. A man who loves and adores her for who she is. Even though she is fat and unattractive, her husband still loves her. He saw her beauty deep within.
Well, how I wish I'll find someone like that guy. Someone who will love me for who I am. Love me for my chubbiness, Love me for my crappiness, love me for my bitchiness, love me for my emotional-ness, love me for my sometimes-laziness, love me for my sarcasm, love me for my temper, love me for my flaw. Just someone who will love every bit of me.
I guess yesterday's Extreme Makeover was somehow a love story rather than a makeover one, don't you think?
Monday, September 06, 2004 @ Monday, September 06, 2004
What A Day
First, I'd like to apologise to those who were ultimately shock about the previous entry. Thousands apologies my fellow friends. Don't worry, Aisha won't do something like that to kill herself. Well, maybe some other way, huh?
Let me recap what happened for the past few days since... Well, since my suicide note.
Friday
Erm... IS day was cool. Had this 'debation(if there is such word)' going on. I happened to be one of the judges, probably cos I was too lazy to talk! Hehehe... Topic was about whether a terrorist should serve a death sentence if caught. The 'Good-Looking' Team(Shank, Alan, Fadhil and Johanes?) and the 'Not-So-Good-Looking' Team(Hanafy, Zaki and two fatherly looking chinese guys) were
seriously against each other.
Well, what can I say? The best man wins. Shank made a great closing. He shut the opposition team up with his words. Muahahaha! He was so cool and confident and I think was
DAMN sarcastic as well. Overall, we had a blast!
Saturday
I went for the OOP briefing on Saturday. Ha! Couldn't understand what the teacher was trying to say and was confused on which one should not and not to do. And, please, I wore baju kurung and some were still shocked at the sight of me wearing that. I was going to my uncle's house for family gathering for crying out loud! Relax man... But I did look good, eh? *grins*
Bedok. From Bukit Timah to Bedok. Know how far that is? I had to travel all the way there! Thank god I didn't oversleep! Everything was cool. Overnight there anyway. And usual, like my family tradition, in the middle of the night, tell ghost stories. *sighs* Like, what the hell right? Ha!
Thought everything was going to be ok until my cousin came along. Damn it. No offence but I can't stand her. I know, I should be understanding since she's in primary 3 but she's no ordinary primary 3! No primary 3 kid is like her and I can't stand that! She's constantly asking stupid questions, keep gripping my neck like she has the strength to strangle me, interrupts her father in between conversations... GOD!
Overnighting there was a
TOTAL mistake man! But too bad, had to follow my dad's orders. Ha! Finally, am back home in Jurong West, with messy room, comfy bed. Boy, I miss you guys!
