judgments gone awry..

wow. we've all experienced this one way or another. humans are just notorious for rarely looking past the outside appearance in making judgments. i get flack just for being Filipino actually. like if i'm in America, everybody would be like "oh, look.. a flip.. whore/maid." so that's just annoying. i'm actually scared to go to hong kong now for fear of being called a terrorist.

i suppose you will never really know how a person is really like unless you've seen them out of their element. a lot of people are good at faking how they act because they know what society deems as right and nice, so that's how they are. 'plastic', they're called. just wait until they're under pressure or faced with something not in their routine: they just might crack.

i remember this time when i was in 5th grade or something. everybody knows that i'm a book worm so i own a lot of books. the guidance counselor asked me if she could borrow my copy of Harry Potter 2. i lent it to her because i thought she was decent and she's old enough to respect property, especially a book i told her was sent to me from New York. plus she's been guidance counselor since i was in 1st grade, so i thought what the hell. i lent it to her. this is what happened. it took her AGES to give the book back. "naiwan daw". then when she finally gave it back, it looked like shit. the spine was creased in the middle, pages were yellow and dog-eared, there was a soy sauce stain on one page. it looked like it got ran over, then pissed on, then thrown around. I WAS SO PISSED. everybody knows i'm careful with books! up to now, i haven't been able to replace HP2 coz i'm slightly broke, so i can't buy the hardcover one (everything else i have is hardcover). it also never goes on sale. pft.

another time was when i was still in UPM. i was a fan of this arcade game called Wangan. so i made friends there who were also players. they were cool at first. masarap kasama. then a friend (who was in the same Wangan team as me) asked to borrow my cell. i lent him my old cell. he never gave it back coz he sold it (he was strapped for cash). apparently he stole things from our other teammates also. the females were nice. i thought they were mahinhin. then they realized i had loads of male wangan dudes asking me out. they turned all beastly on me. they ignored me, when back then we were tight. BITCH ALERT.

nowadays, i think i can tell a fake from a real person. at least i'm relatively better at it. i can tell which ones are real friends and those who only know my name when they need something (which is a hell of a lot of the people at school). but yeah, welcome to my life here. i'm just 'you', 'pst', or 'miss'.

about the variations from modern life, i'd say this story was about how  a lot of things are more accepted now.. you know? like being overly forward with your intentions, or a woman doing just fine on her own without a 'prince charming'. remember how in fairy tales, the women were always soooo dumb? like they couldn't do so well on their own and how they seem so shallow minded? it's like they were programmed to be so helpless. which is why i don't like fairy tales much. this was the mindset up until the last century when women finally started realizing their strength. it's different from the other 2 stories. they are all modern, and the spinster and games chicks were complicates as hell, but the spinster had no issues with communicating how she feels. she was pretty forward with her interest by being at that bar every thursday, and also with her disillusionment when she left his skinny ass behind. so yeah. the other girls were just beating around the proverbial bush,.