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mask [mask, mahsk] Show IPA Use Mask in a Sentence –noun 1. a covering for all or part of the face, worn to conceal one's identity. 2. a grotesque or humorous false face worn at a carnival, masquerade, etc.: Halloween masks. 3. Also called swim mask. a device consisting typically of a transparent glass or plastic panel fitted into a flexible rubber gasket that fits snugly around the eyes, over the cheeks, and usually over the nose: used by skin divers. 4. anything that disguises or conceals; disguise; pretense: His politeness is a mask for his fundamentally malicious personality. 5. a likeness of a face, as one molded on the face in plaster. Compare death mask, life mask. 6. a covering of wire, gauze, etc., to protect the face, as from splinters, dust, or a pitched ball. 7. gas mask. 8. any protective covering for the face or head. 9. any protective covering, as paper, cardboard, plastic, or the like, used for masking an area of something, as of a photograph or window. 10. the dark shading on the muzzle of certain dogs. 11. a representation of a face or head, generally grotesque, used as an architectural ornament or as a decorative device in weaponry, furniture, etc. 12. a person wearing a mask; masker. 13. masque (defs. 1–3). 14. Also, masque. a cosmetic cream, gel, paste, or the like, that is applied to the face and allowed to remain for a short time before being removed and is used for tightening, cleansing, refreshing, or lubricating the skin. 15. a piece of cloth, silk, or plastic material covering the face of an actor to symbolize the character being represented: used in Greek and Roman drama and in some modern plays. 16. the face or head, as of a fox. 17. Electronics. a type of stencil applied to the surface of a semiconductor to permit selective etching or deposition: used in the manufacture of integrated circuits by photolithography. 18. Fortification. a screen, as of earth or brush, for concealing or protecting a battery or any military operation. 19. Also called braker. Shipbuilding. a sliding timber construction braced against the stern of a hull being launched to keep it from entering the water too rapidly.
–verb (used with object) 20. to disguise or conceal; hide; dissemble: to mask one's intentions. 21. to cover or conceal with a mask. 22. to cover or shield a part of (a design, picture, etc.) in order to prevent reproduction or to protect the surface from the colors used, as in working with an air brush or in painting. 23. Fortification. to conceal (a battery or any military operation) from the enemy. 24. to hinder, as an army, from conducting an operation.
–verb (used without object) 25. to put on a mask; disguise oneself.
Origin: 1525–35; < MF masque, perh. directly < It maschera mask, disguise < pre-L *maskara, an extended form of *mask-, prob. with orig. sense “black” (blackening the face being a simple form of disguise); another development of the same base is early ML masca witch, ghost (also, mask); see mascot
Related forms: masklike, adjective
Synonyms: 20. veil, screen, cloak, cover.
Masks.
All humans have it.
Nearly all humans cannot survive without it.
Humans are alot like hermit crabs. Without a mask, they are extremely vulnerable. Once they scavenge for a mask, they may find it comfortable, and people will start to know them by that mask. However ultimately the time comes when the mask no longer fits, and they have to move on to a new one. At that point people recognize them differently; underneath they may be the same but for all intents and purposes in the eyes of others they have changed. Humans are identified by their masks, not what lies beneath.
Just like the shells of hermit crabs. And after all the "hermit" part of hermit crabs is there for a reason.
So after all the masks... is there a real me underneath? After all people know me by my masks. My masks are effectively part of me. I no longer know what lies beneath. Perhaps through Freudian slips, people around me know me better than I know myself.
I don't know what I am worth anymore. The part of me which is so good at deconstructing arguments is just as effective as doing the same to myself. Whatever is left of me is probably built on lies and misconceptions. And if you take even that away, then I will as good as cease to exist. A hollowed shell, a void of my existence. The removal of any meaning to my name.
What am I worth anyway? If even I cannot convince myself of my that, what can I do?
Retardedness. Stupidity. For all that I have, I am worth nothing. What is the point?
Scared of talking to people. Afraid of interacting. Hyperdeflation. In the long run I will be dead. Will there be a difference if I die now and if I die 50 years later? Is there a point to it?
Enjoy the process, my pragmatic part says. Even if the end does not justify the means, as long as you enjoy the journey there it is fine. And knowing that, I still cannot convince myself. I don't know what it will take to convince myself.
About masks. 就看一下天龙八部的游坦之。给阿紫套上铁面具后，虽然到最后除了下来，但他的脸上的伤是永恒的，而过后又如何？还不是又套上一个人皮面具，遮住他脸上的疤痕？而他所受的伤不止限于肉体的伤，他心灵上所受的创伤又如何？到最后一无所成，一直追着的目标也无法达到。咳。
如何呢？ 如何呢？
起码他还有目标。
我此生连目标都找不到，生活更何意？
求自尽吗？又没好处。
人生观念都无。
无。吴。无。吴。哈哈。
Lost at a point where I don't know what to do.
I mean.... Seriously.
What's there left to live for?
Oh come on. I know what you're going to say. And you probably know I'll have some sort of counter argument.
Let's get to the point.
Is there a purpose to the existence of the person known as Goh Yu Xuan?
I don't know.
I'm still trying to find out.
Words. How close will they come to true expression?
Words are after all, something with a common meaning that people can agree upon.
But words are obviously not perfect.
Words cannot be used to appropiately describe concepts, ideas, thoughts.
If they could, with a common meaning upon which people could agree upon, then there would no such thing as arguments. People would agree upon the same point.
Or not. bullshit.
Truth. There is no meaning to this word. It existence in itself is a lie. Nothing can be the truth, when everything is subjective. No two people see the same thing the same way. Rather, they may see it similarly, but never will they see it exactly the same. And as such there is no true way to describe it. Likewise for everything in this world.
There is no truth. There is no justice. There are no lies. There is no decit. There is no meaning. Not in this world.
There exist only opinions.
And ultimately from everybody's indivudal point of view his or her own opinion is correct. His or her actions may contradict his or her own opinion, in which case he or she acts against what he or she things is right or vice versa, because he or she justifies the action by weighing its potential gains.
In other words everybody work towards their own happiness.
In other words everybody is in the right from each and everybody's respective point of view.
So how can you blame others? How can you blame people for doing what they think is right?
That's right. I can't. I don't know if I ever will be able to, but I don't think I ever will.
Even if someone kills me, as I die there will be the part of me who knows that the murderer is, from his or her own point of view, justified in his or her own actions, no matter how convoluted the thought process may be. And for that reason this part of me will never be able to blame him or her.
Maybe I should take things at surface value. After all, it is impossible to predict things. If everybody uses their brain, their behaviour will become impossible to predict. Let's say people move to the front of the MRT, away from the escalator, so that there might be lesser people. They may be thinking one level deep. Those thinking another level deeper will assume: many will move away from the escalator to avoid the crowd, hence I shall stay here and avoid the crowd who will move away from the escalator. That's one level deeper. But there are infinite levels. And there are infinite patterns. Ultimately there's no point trying to predict anything. Just take things as they appear to be.
Simplicity. How I wish I had it.
It looks like I can only be happy when I am simplistic. I don't remain simplistic for long.
Be My Escape Lyrics Artist(Band):Relient K
I’ve given up on giving up slowly, I’m blending in so You won’t even know me apart from this whole world that shares my fate This one last bullet you mention is my one last shot at redemption because I know to live you must give your life away And I’ve been housing all this doubt and insecurity and I’ve been locked inside that house all the while You hold the key And I’ve been dying to get out and that might be the death of me And even though, there’s no way in knowing where to go, promise I’m going because I gotta get outta here I’m stuck inside this rut that I fell into by mistake I gotta get outta here And I’m begging You, I’m begging You, I’m begging You to be my escape.
I’m giving up on doing this alone now Cause I’ve failed and I’m ready to be shown how He’s told me the way and I’m trying to get there And this life sentence that I’m serving I admit that I’m every bit deserving But the beauty of grace is that it makes life not fair
Cause I’ve been housing all this doubt and insecurity and I’ve been locked inside that house all the while You hold the key And I’ve been dying to get out and that might be the death of me And even though, there’s no way in knowing where to go, promise I’m going because I gotta get outta here Cause I’m afraid that this complacency is something I can’t shake I gotta get outta here And I’m begging You, I’m begging You, I’m begging You to be my escape.
I am a hostage to my own humanity Self detained and forced to live in this mess I’ve made And all I’m asking is for You to do what You can with me But I can’t ask You to give what You already gave
Cause I’ve been housing all this doubt and insecurity and I’ve been locked inside that house all the while You hold the key And I’ve been dying to get out and that might be the death of me And even though, there’s no way in knowing where to go, promise I’m going because I’ve gotta get outta here I’m stuck inside this rut that I fell into by mistake I’ve gotta get outta here And I’m begging You, I’m begging You, I’m begging You to be my escape.
I fought You for so long I should have let You in Oh how we regret those things we do And all I was trying to do was save my own skin But so were You
