The mask 'neath the mask 'neath the mask.

5th October 2008
Sunday

Lazy sunday, as expected after a night of booze and insane laughter, which, unsurprisingly, done nothing more than effectively killing a couple of hours off the night.

Yong Lin's birthday celebration was pretty happening, with a few good laughs here and there. Coupled with a truckload of booze, it was a miracle no one got drowned in his own beer.

On lazy Sundays, usually work is not accomplished and more junk are consumed. That includes more alcohol, which is not a good sign. Nothing gets done, and practices turn out to be unbearable. The only thing that actually feels good on a lazy Sunday, is snuggling up to a cozy corner and watching hours and hours of drama, with near-zilch streaming times.

Back to the topic of this post. The mask 'neath the mask 'neath the mask. It makes us wonder how many masks we actually wear to convince people into a perception of us that makes us somebody that we are. When too many layers get caught up, you lose sight of the real cover, and thus lose your sense of identity.

Quite true in today's world, where races and nationalities seem to take a higher priority than the individual qualities of people. Discrimination runs rampant because of differences in skin colour, eye colour, hair colour, choice of language, place of birth, taste preferences, smell preferences, colour preferences, and all sorts of other ridiculous factors that one may think of.

To not get discriminated, we try to be someone that we are not. How many native Singaporeans try to talk with a faked American or British accent? How many people go for plastic surgeries to change themselves because someone else said they had a flaw? How many people try to act hip or cool just to fit in?

All these I have just written seems to be an attempt to be someone I am not.
Well then, who am I?

"When you lose your identity in your identities."
-Han Yong