Qouting the famous Melanie Marquez’ line: Don’t judge my brother, he’s not a book: i still believe that one should not be judged by physical apperances and one’s way of dressing in particular.

You just never know, even the grease-man posing as mentally derailed beggar could even be a spy working for the intelligence group or something. So I never care much about how one should be dressed, although I always had to dress for the occasion. Nothing fancy but just right. So when I first came home 2 months ago, since I’m not going to report to any office but just need to sit in a net cafe in town, i didn’t bother dressing up.

So i just go daily in my shorts or old blue jeans, plain shirt and slippers. But then I noticed that people don’t bother taking a second look when I’m inquiring at bank or window shopping cellphones. Perhaps I look like I cannot afford a 3G phone or do not have enough money to open a new banck account so the salesperson or bank employee always looks short of shooing me out and calling the guards.

Anyway, I really don’t care but these people are taking this thing a little too far. So I’ve been dressing up lately, like I’m going to the office or something. Still plain though and not flashy like one OFW-japayuki looking woman i met in the jeepney yesterday. All 6 of her fingers each has a ring, her neck wearing a 3 inch thick necklace and her ears has three pierces therefore three pairs of earrings too.

It’s not that I don’t have jewelries. I just don’t wear them all at once but one at time depending on my mood. But then wearing them all doesn’t look good either, it doesn’t earn you the deserved respect. So I’m still plain old me, I might have colored my hair red recently but I can never be as flashy as that. He he.