A Wonderful Storybook with an Ugly Cover.

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See today's blog title?

I'm implicating one should not judge a book by it's covers.

This "moral value"'s resurgence in my mind began last year.

Remember the craze over the last book of Harry Potter?

Oh, Fred died! DAMN, SNAPE WAS THE PRINCE! OMG SNAPE DIED!! HOW CAN THAT HAPPEN!!?!?!? HE WAS SO HOT FOR 5 SECONDS! BLOODY HELL! WAIT THAT'S RON'S LINE! AH GOD DAMN IT! OH I MEANT ALLAH DAMN IT!

Yeah, putting that aside. I didn't buy the book. I borrowed it from Mel.

Lalala, so the long awaited day came where she would kindly lend me her book, the book that I've been longing for.... 3 days?

I got to school early. Heart beating rapidly. I utilized my otherwise insufficient scientific knowledge to deduce that my arteries are under high pressure, atrium and ventricles working vigorously, all from the immense feeling of anticipation that I was drenched in. [Oh the drama.]

The moment came. My best friend for one (or maybe two) seconds arrived into the classroom. I instinctively stood up. My victory is here. My mind was already wandering in the magical world of Harry Potter.... Questions such as.... "How fat has Hagrid gotten?" and "How many cm has Dumbledore's beard grown?" shrouded my thoughts. Then the ultimate question came to mind...

"Has Voldemort grown a nose yet?" My hands were shaking in excitement.

However, as I extended my arms... All hope was lost... My hope, fragile like a piece of glass, fell onto the floor, shattering, drowning into the deepest abyss of sorrow, forever trapped in an immense, endless void of darkness. All hope was lost. What was left, was absolute despair.

The book Melanie handed me with a grin, was the sixth book. I was shocked. I suddenly felt the power of 70 Megawatts going through my body, swiftly destructing all the "Happy cells" and leaving me with a new hairdo - An afro.

I wanted to hit back at Melanie.

"YOU MOFO I SAID THE LAST BOOK!!! TOOT LALALLA TOOOT BLABLABLA HOWDY. MAMA TOOT!"

Alas, it did not happen as I managed to keep my composure. [No the above thought has actually never crossed my mind, it's all for the comical effect.]

I reluctantly smiled. Staring at the book's cover, I said: "Mel, this is the sixth book? See? That's Dumbledore and Harry playing in the playground of fire, happily waving their wands around and dancing gayly!"

Then she spoke the words of wisdom... And I began to see the light.

"Don't judge a book by it's covers." She smiled.

That prompted me to see what was beneath the covers. Indeed. Revealed was the latest and final installment in the series, The Deathly Hallows.

Needless to say, I leaped for joy. I escaped from what seemed to be unfavourable odds, breaking away from the seemingly unbreakable clutches of sadness. The sole ray of hope was enough to give me strength, allowing me to burst through the walls of Despair, Sorrow, and Darkness and emerge into the skies, back to the clouds, the ninth one particularly. At Cloud Nine of Seventh Heaven. I was in jovial mood, just like a papaofhappiness^^.


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Anyways, the moral of the story, is to not judge a book by it's covers.

Applying it to our daily lives, it most often means that we shouldn't pre-determine a person's character and misjudge them before we even get to know them.

As much as we hate to admit it, this judging behaviour cannot and will not escape the thoughts of mankind. 10 years, 20 years from now, we'll probably still be judging others, based on appearance, age, authority, race, culture, background and sorts. It's inevitable.

Throughout our lives, there's bound to be people who would suffer from our judging tendencies.

Take me for example, I'm only 16 years old and 24 days, but I've already misjudged countless people beforehand, not giving a care to get to know them better.


That girl? She's a bitch.

That dude? He's just a snob.

Eh him? He can't play basketball for nuts.

WTF, WONGSENG USED TO HAVE A GIRLFRIEND!?!?!?!?! (Actually I still can't get over this.)


These are just examples.

And I'm saying it's wrong, even though unavoidable, for now at least.

Turning back the pendulum, several years back, I used to harbour dissent towards Soonyi, Jenn and Nicola for a period of time, for no particular reason, or just baseless rumours.

But, whaddayaknow? They're among my best of friends now. We recently even clowned around in class with stupid videos that will be posted once I get hold of it.

Even Wong Seng, whom I held a humongous prejudice against, turned out to be a pretty decent person when I got to know him more, even if just a little, via basketball practices.

SOOOO! The message I'm trying to broadcast.... Is....


NEVER, -EVER-, judge a book by it's covers.


Have a nice day and long live friendship.