What we learn

Intended to meet Bel but as usual, everything is a wonderful surprise with her. Ended up having khaihwa join us mid-way as well as his odd army friend, who sings oddly well.

Few years back when I first met khaihwa, I was convinced he's the hottest thing I've ever seen.

Here was a handsome man who stood at a hulking 182cm, with strong shoulders that spaced themselves out comfortably. He had strong arms, thick legs and a muscular chest - every gym man's wet dream. But most attractive of all was what he wore: a dancing, mischievous glint in his eyes and a stunning smile that came easily and charmingly.

Note that this wasn't infatuation. Neither was it love. It is my simple belief that all beautiful people must be told, carefully and in painstaking detail, how god personally carved his/ her features with a chisel, and how they must never lose their wonder because the heavens truly did spend so much more time on creating them.

But of course eventually he had to speak and we both happily knew we'd be fine as friends.

Fast forward three years and he fell into bad company, bad situations and bad addictions. I didn't get to see him much in the three years but seeing him today shook me to my core.

He looked entirely different. Gone were the body from god, gone was the hulking height, gone were the glint in his eyes and the twitch in his smile. He is now a shell of a man he once was, a man broken by everything life threw at him. But his infectious charm stood the test of time and trials, and he amused us happily with anecdotes and self-deprecation jokes.

Seeing him goes against everything I believe in, that good looking people are simply happier. But seeing him now and remembering him three years back, I can't help but to vow that I would never let that happen to me. I must never give up on my body and I must never let my trials and tribulations win.

Ever.