Finding a Klepto Friend

The whole Friendster craze must have passed me by (probably because I don't have much friends, and the friends I have know better than to invite me to a social event, albeit on the net).

Erik's a member though, and there are times when I rifle through her friends list and end up further and further in search of people we know or something to snark about.

My favorite Friendster character is this person who was a classmate in Poveda. She was kicked out for being a "klepto" or stealing things. Jewelry, money, and the then-ubiquitous Treton sneakers were the loot of choice.

It was a pretty horrible experience for us as the faculty had falsely accused some people of the crimes, and gone so far as to inform them not to kill themselves because "there is no escape from what you've done". This group of friends were also instructed to go separate ways and not hang out together. Of course, once Ms. K (as I will call the thief) was caught, the teachers who did the accusing uttered nary a peep to the accused thieves. If I were one of these girls I would have thrown a mighty stink, but I guess people act differently, and to this day I still harbor a grudge against the teachers for being so unfair.

This group of girls became really good friends of mine. They were nice, and sweet, and intelligent. And I cannot imagine the stress they went through for things they didn't do.

Segue to a few weeks ago. I was looking through the Friendster network and I see Ms. K. Whoo! She even mentions that she went to Poveda. Now if I were her I would skip that part of my academic history, as the usual conversation about her would most likely be "Oy, remember S___?" "Ah...the KLEPTO..." But hey, she must be really proud of the school.

Anyway, it was a kick to read her profile. She lists herself as a fashionista, her interests are Cartier, Gucci, Ferragamo, Prada, Bvlgari (yes, with a "v", like the Romvlvs along EDSA). She says she is a member of the Globe Platinum club, etc. etc.

She also had some photos of her (abroad I am guessing), and beside a low-slung Italian sportscar, a Diablo I think.

Yarrr. How pretentious. For some reason I couldn't stop nitpicking.

Why do people boast about their interest in name brands while wearing a poly-blend tight blouse that looks so cheap that it would probably self-combust if it came within a foot of my lit ciggie?

Why do people proclaim themselves "fashionistas"?

Why would you say you are a member of the Globe Platinum club? FFS it isn't even really a club, it's just a group of people who have high-phone bills, who get rewarded accordingly by the phone company.

Why o why, is it that if she was so into her name brands, could I not recognize a single item she was wearing?

Why am I being so bitchy? What does it matter to me? Is this some unresolved piss-dom from my highschool years??? I don't know and I don't like it. :(