Thursday, May 04, 2006



Late in the afternoon, I watched tv and while grazing, I found out that Oprah was on Star World. So, of course, being an oprah fanatic I didn't miss the opportunity of tuning in her show. Surprisingly, they were featuring young people (not really as young as teenagers though, but 28 is still young, isn't it?) with a very bad obsessive-compulsive behavior or what they simply call body dysmorphic disorder. This so- called addiction made me tinker for while. Why? Simply because a man answered that he spends 5 hours straight in the washroom and whenever he's at work, he finds excuses just to see himself in the mirror very so often. I don't know what you can call these guys but really, it's more than just vanity. Imagine staying in the washroom for 5 hours (I can't even last for an hour and half in there!) and brushing your teeth for an hour! My gaaad. Your teeth would probably be as white as the clouds. And, after all these long hours of staying in the bathroom, the man still thinks that he looks like a monster. And this, I believe, is foolishnesss. I mean, he's not really that awful-looking person; he doesn't even look like a drunkard; only he looks gay and talks like one too. I'm soooorry. Anyway. They also featured a woman addicted to all these boobjob-noselift kind of thing. Eww. Surgery. Honestly, she looked better (waaaaay better) before than what she looks like now. No offense, but after 26 surgeries, (my gaaaad!) she looks like a (how can I say this) ..monkey. Really. Her lips are like, uh.. nevermind. I just don't like people who are so into these things. They're not really in their right mind. Totally out of control. Ahh.


Anyway, this show led me to thinking that I should be contented with myself. Hey, hey.. not that I'm wanting to have whatever surgery thing that's in your mind right now, it's just that I often put myself down. (Now, I'm saying all this, uh? It slips easily though. And yeah, I admit. I underestimate myself most of the time-- in all different aspects). Well, the show proves it all. I shouldn't go and put myself down nor should I let others put me down. I'm not as bad as I think I am. Hopefully. All hail, Oprah.


*Deep sigh*


Footnotes:
1) The song here's entitled Big Yellow Taxi by Counting Crows. I just simply love this song. 2) Mom got my Oakley board shorts, but she gave me a billabong one (it's pink and brown, yey)
3) Got our tv for the basement. It's only flat screen but not plasma; 29-inches.. it'll do.
4) Dad gave me a book to study for scuba diving this morning. I haven't read any yet, only flipped the pages and browsed.
5) I worked out for an hour. Yey! Atleast I got to burn some fats.