Quit judging

Once upon a time, there was a undergraduate who was going to turn 21 the following year. She was pretty ( OK look I'm trying to be as objective as possible and this is the word I churned out after hours of brainstorming) and petite( OK maybe more on the short side) and let's call her Ms Bow for the time being. The story goes that Mr Rain married her and the first fruit of their love was named Rainbow.(OK I'm digressing a little but what's gonna happen will happen you know)

Anyway, the story goes that there was something really unique about Ms Bow. Her voice frequency is on the same level as the ultrasound radar that bats use to get their bearings. In short, her voice was high-pitched and she always appeared to be whining even when she was saying " I do" at her wedding.( provided she ever gets taken off the shelves). Well, the combination of her voice and looks effectively make her look like she was still at the lower secondary level. It wasn't good enough that she could make into university. No, looks and aura still matter and many times she just wasn't taken too seriously enough.

Days went on, tension built up. It was the calm before the storm. The triggering effect, was a phone call which made her determined to blog this unfortunate incident ( yes sobs that's me I'm Bow sobs)

Back to the story, one fine day, the optometrist called to inform Bow's Bro( Ba gua)that his spectacle swere ready for collection. Bow rushed from her room to pick up the phone, because you always have to try harder when your legs are below some minimum length). Yet, her enthusiasm was like a marshmallow thrown mercilessly into the harsh fires. THe optometrist started coldly, " Hi, may I know whether Mr Ba Gua is home?" Still, Ms Bow didn't give up. " Oh, he's not home at the moment, anything I could do for you?" She enthused excitedly. " Oh, you're his little sister is it? We are from the opto...I mean spectacle shop, you know?" His tone took a 180-degrees turn. My sirens went off went I caught note of the words " little" and " spectacle shop". ( I mean, uncle can you go home and revise your grammar a bit? You're trying to influence some young girl, that you assumed I was, into thinking that two nouns can be stringed together without any aprostrophe mark or noun modification is that it? "

Ms Bow, being ever so magnanimous( I'm biased, I love myself), decided to play along with his little patronising manners and answered as sickeningly-sweet as possible, "Oh, Ok I'll tell Kor Kor when he's back." The other party had to push his limits and went on to ask," Oh, little girl you know what I'm saying? Must tell Kor Kor OK? Very important. You really understand right?"

You know what the moral of the story is?
Never to judge people by your own standards.
Spectacle guy judges me by my voice, I judge spectacle guy by his command of English
Where's the end to all this futile comparisons? This is similar to asking anyone what's the difference between a giraffe and a printer.
And in the end, nobody gains anything from all these comparisons.
Only the weak ends up getting weaker by consoling themselves that they are better and more superior to someone in certain aspect.