Sunday, September 30, 2007

A face that tells a thousand assumptions

In a culture where you are how you look, it takes as little as 90 seconds for people to work out a detailed profolio of yours--your personalities, your credibility, your intelligence and even your sexual orientation--by just watching you.

While it can save us time to process new information, it is also a loophole in our evolutionary process.

With a pitiful face, I have come across a lot of interesting assumptions from others:
(i) I am the youngest in the family.
Actually, I am the eldest of my three sisters and one brother.

(ii) I studied at a girls' school.
I was co-educated--from kindergarten to university.

(iii) I don't exercise.
I DO work out regularly, though not frequently. How do you think can I maintain my weight despite frequent binge-eating outbreaks and constant chocolate cravings?

(iv) My voice is inaudiable as I am a timid girl.
As a teacher, I never use a mic in class--not even when it is crammed with 40 little monsters. You can't hear my voice coz I haven't uttered a word. I don't usually speak much in front of strangers.

(v) I can't live without a boyfriend.
I would have died--for several times.

(vi) I am weak and vulnerable.
You should have seen the way I told an inconsiderate man off at MTR (coz he pressed his back against a pole despite my grasping it). I can be bitchy when that's what it takes to protect myself and my friends. Or, when I've gone mad.

(vii) I am crying all the time.
um...both students and colleagues often pop me this question: are you crying or are you alright when actually I'm perfectly fine. I am rather surprised at it coz sometimes it happens a few times a day; yet I can't figure out why. Maybe I've got a sad face especially when I don't smile?

(viii) I don't eat a lot and I'm always on diet.
I'm picky at food, I admit. However, I can't hold myself back when it comes to my favourite food.

(ix) I was glass-house born.
Have you ever seen your mum or dad grasp a knife from the kitchen in raging anger trying her/his best not to stab at anyone? I have. I suppose that is not something you can normally see in a glass house. By the way, there is no such thing as a glass house in a grass-root family.

(x) I am introverted and don't like socialising.
At least, you get something right about me from my face.

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