Thursday, Sept. 12, 2002 - 10:20 pm
I used to judge people by their labels. Like skaters and how if they smoked, they'll be like perverts and dirty and unfriendly and all that. Rotten things. With no care in the world.
But now I know they're actually quite nice. Well, some. Well, some that I know anyway. Like my cousin's boyfriend. He's 21 and she's 15 and when I first met him, he spent the whole night with her so I didn't really know him and to me, he was like...some weird desperate guy going for chicks with good looks.
Then the next time I met-met him, he was nice and funny and immature but in a funny way and basically acted like a normal 12-year-old guy but a bit..."cooler". He made big deals out of little things. He laughed a lot and instead of being a desperate guy, he really really like-loved my cousin.
And then there's Shahrul, the cute one that I had a crush on. He's, well, okay, I guess. Very friendly. Not "too" friendly, just the right kind of friendly.
And this other guy, I forgot his name. He's deaf and he can't talk so he uses sign language. He's a normal guy and he likes to have fun and stuff and his friends care about him as to learn sign language as well to communicate with him. I think that's sweet, learning a kind of language so you could "keep in touch" with a friend.
And they actually bothered to go visit my grandfather even if they didn't even know him. Yeah. My grandfather.
He wanted to kiss my grandmother because he says he's gonna pass away. I think he's just exaggerating, because he feels very homesick and lonely and says that he feels like a peasant because he's in an uncomfortable bed in an uncomfortable hospital. And he's starting to sing Korean and Japanese songs. Memories from a war, I guess.
Please pray for him. :)
(P.S. I don't like talking about September 11th. It's just a scary scary thing for me, I guess for everyone. And who do I support? Not Bin Laden, not Bush, just the Powerpuff Girls.)
