People are always wearing masks to hide who they are. I am not talking about those that do it on purpose. Heck their hidden agenda. I am more interested in those who hide themselves unconsciously, through the way they dress, the way they behave and the way they speak. Of course I am not trying to criticise because I am beginning to find myself to be one of...ahem.. them. For instance, people tend to group themselves into 'style'. More often than not, you will hear many trying desperately to differentiate themselves from others by commenting:” Gee, thanks, but that is not my style!" Some said that off-handedly like they are really special or something. the bottom-line is, if you are really that special, you probably wouldn't be grouped into any 'styles'. If you were that special, why explain yourself.
Of course, I am not angry at people who think they are high up the pedestal. I totally understand how it is like to have a huge ego. I have an enormous one. But I hate it when people use condescending tone on things that they do not agree with. I hate it when I totally enjoy wasabi and the other party wrinkle his nose and distort his features into an unrecognizable pulp, commenting on how smelly it is, how the colour looks like lau sai. I hate it when people give me the "Oh my god you are a cannibal! *Widens the eyes until the iris threaten to fall out* whenever I eat sashimi. I hate the condescending “Huh, do you even know what you are talking about?” Wait a minute, my mouth or yours? Would I not know what I am saying? I hate to be put down.
Oh yes, cos of my ego doesn’t allow that to happen. I always believe that friends don’t speak to each other in condescending tone. But well.. Anyway, I am feeling real good. I woke up at 6+ this morning. Insane to many, I know. But I whipped up my can-die-for seafood mushroom pizza for Ken’s breakfast. I am feeling really proud now. If I am unhappy in the future working for lousy boss, I would open a café. Nana can be my nutritionist, Florence can bring her class of students for children’s day party, Yilin can observe the social trend and bring her footballers (kids) for meals and Wee Leng can be my model. Probably I will resort to those gimmicks: Wanna be like her? Eat at Jac’s place!
Oh, mum is here to burst my bubbles again. I need to make more pizzas. They are really therapeutic. I mentioned in my previous post that shopping is bad past time. Cooking is not that great too. The calories…I am going to walk long distance again. Where to this time round? Hmmm.. ok. I am not going to scare people away. Have a great weekend. Going to
Sexpo tomorrow! Yipee!!
Jacqueline
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