The one thing that I hate most are people who talk behind your back. These are people who greets you with the sweetest and sincerest smile and growls silently like the Tasmanian Devil on a leash when you walk out the room. They are most commonly known as "Plastik" (plastic) in our lingo. They are the kindest, and holiest persons who'll walk the earth, when everyone is looking. I cannot think of a more appropriate way of describing the very thing that ticks me off in this world. Even though I myself can sometimes give in to the lure of creativity that this skill in interacting with other human beings has to offer. Hiding the disgust for plastics is a treacherous if not an impossible task.
The world is full of dishonest people. That's a fact, a basic truth we can never get away from. They are masters of the craft of lying, acting and hiding what they really feel towards another human being. They are pious, humble and conservative. They regularly go to mass, some even serve the church. But in their own right, they have perfected the art of ridiculing and judging people, they are unpleasant, proud and have no respect for moral standards our society has set.
A typical example would be a friend of mine, itago natin sya sa pangalang Jalhamar Ranjeet Kadafi Ramaputri (not his real name). [His photo appears below] We were friends and bandmates for quite some time. Though we weren't that close, I feel that I have treated him fairly, I may have some shortcomings as a friend and a band leader but I think I did what I could, you see the problem was his poor guitar skills everyone in the band complained about his inadequacy when it comes to practicing his skills. We even got him a tutor but he didn't give enough time for it. So we had to make a decision, a decision that was made by the group and not just me.
But I ended up being the evil one.
The evil one who convinced the rest of the band to kick him out. (nice one, why don't you try getting a stint with S-files or Startalk? bravo! you have a very creative mind...)
Why then would I call him a "plastic"?
The night we broke the news to him, he accepted it calmly, he even said he understood me and he knew that I was the one who was under a lot of pressure because he was my friend even before the band. He approached me gave me a pat in the back and told me "sana wala tayong samaan ng loob" He gave no indication of a grudge or hatred towards me. We even rode a pedicab together.
Only to find out later that he was furious at me for what happened to him. Stark raving mad.
He opened his feelings to our friends. And I became the shunned one. (photos of his friends below)
This piece is for people who doesn't have the balls to confront their inner selves, their worst fears and insecurities and hates the mirror images of themselves. Loathesome individuals who hides behind their cloak of goodness and morality.
For people who cannot speak the truth, who talks honey, and fires away a stink breath of flames when you turn away.
For people who speaks divine and holy, chaste and pure but goes around telling people what a lousy lay the girl last night was, how her cunt stinks.
...lastly for people like you, like everyone of us who are guilty of this deception. to practice a little honesty wouldn't hurt.
I would rather be brutally frank and honest rather than hurt somebody with a lie.
Here's the photo of the man of the year
Jalhamar Ranjeet "the Orocan one" from Bombei
(photo courtesy of Leki-leki foundation,Bombei India, makers of Shawarma perfumes)
[Masamang tao, wag tularan]
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