At the dinner yesterday,
my colleagues were asking my nationality.
They said i speak with a different english accent from Singaporeans and i look like a foreigner myself. Later one of my managers popped the question again and said he thought im an expatriate. Aint i honour. Expatriate, usually used to describe foreign talents. Thank you. I always do, do prize that impression is critical to reflect our well being. Our attitude, voice and the clothes we dressed ourselves in. Whenever doubts like this were raised, i treated them as a compliment. If sizes are ever in concern, all i could say is im terribly sorry. I dont mean to be a big ten.
Prior to my previous company, i get the same questions from my company's business associates about my nationality. Is there a specific so and so image crowned on the Singaporeans already? By being a little special, it makes someone not an Singaporean. I should be glad because i stand out from the typically common Singaporeans? Yes, i should be happy. Cos I had the big fresh oysters again!
i need to bemoan this one last thing to the superficial chicks. If your inferior complexities are stirring within you, i wont be sorry. You can try harder. Everyone is working hard for the best of themselves. Im still yet the good lemons. If you feel im overpowering, it only tells you are so weak! Its could have been a competition between yous and me but all i care is to win myself. It has never been you.
cos you have yet to reach my (eye) level.
Saturday, 8 May 2010
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment