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Never judge a book by its cover
I was out with Vincent and Matt on Friday to do a little shopping and after we spent the entire afternoon walking round and round Vivocity, we each managed to get an article for ourselves.
We had our tea break eating nice cakes at Gloria Jeans Café. We had the carrot cake and the mud cake; the carrot cake wasn’t too bad but the mud cake was better. Matt and I felt the cakes were a little too dry though.
Chocolaty-licious Mud Cake!
Nice butterfly pattern on the plate, huh?
Thanks for the nice tea break treat, Matt!
Our legs tired and sore, we parted ways at around 7 in the evening. That said, we had spent approximately 7 hours in Vivo walking around and checking out clothes. Shopping is really tiring BUT to me, it was also very therapeutic. It did cheer me up and snap me out of my usually PMS-y state.
Took the MRT with Vincent to a mall where we had dinner. Now back to the title of this entry. Never, ever, judge a book by its cover. We had dinner at a certain eatery where a schoolmate was working at. We used to be friends in lower sec but I think we just “stopped” being friends because we were in different upper sec classes. Vincent told me he was working there and I was like, “Don’t know, don’t care la, let’s just dao him!”
So when we entered and sat there, I stupidly went to use the giant menu to shield my face and started a long and endless tirade about this schoolmate. I think I bitched about him for almost 10 minutes. When we wanted to order food, Vincent went to signal to him for our order and he surprisingly attended to us first. Then after dining for awhile, he plonked a dessert on our table that we didn’t order and just shrugged it off when I told him I didn’t order it.
Let me just sum it up in that, we did not have to pay as much as we had to for the meal.
Yes, so after everything, I felt awful. I felt guilty. I felt ashamed of myself. Stupid Nicolas was a mean boy, he was being a bitch. Vincent too, chastised me for being so shallow and for bitching so much about this guy. I learnt my lesson the hard way...
Ahh, as I sat in the bus home that night, I just had this sinking feeling in my heart. As you all know, judging a book by its cover works in both good and bad ways. You may think you know someone but that isn’t always the case. This time, I failed to notice the goodness of someone else’s heart and unleashed a personal grudge upon this schoolmate because I ASSUMED who he was without putting myself in his shoes.
I think it boils down to understanding.
It’s always difficult to know someone when you hardly meet the person and you would soon assume his character and attitude through his actions; whether he is with his friends, his studies, etc. Through this experience, I think I should try to be less belligerent and also to not judge someone from inside while looking at him from the outside all the time. Don’t you have this feeling when you meet someone you do not know very well but you consider him as a “friend”. Sometimes I just want to avoid these situations because of the awkwardness and maybe even the embarrassment. Embarrassing myself, that is.
Oh, how I regret my actions and thoughts during that day. I hope all of you who are reading this do not think like me, if you do, well, maybe you should try to change your perspective of others. Because sometimes it might just catch you by surprise and instead of being filled with happiness, you’d be feeling regretful…
Just like how I’m feeling now. So I just wanna say, “Thanks!” to this schoolmate of mine for giving me this valuable experience and to allow me to improve myself even more.
I wish him all the best. =)
Oh yes, I shall try harder to regard more of my "friends" as Friends.
P.S.
Happy December y'all!
Doesn't time fly by so fast?
Hail Mary.