...Which is a total lie since I can't even count to 3 in the language. My Mauritian friend has the prettiest accent ever although I am no expert on the subject. So there we were, both of us at the counter and exchanging stories of our motherland. Mauritius sounds like a great place and I would want to visit it as much as Cuba (no matter how dangerous another friend makes it sound =P ). We saw a blond girl with the loveliest braids walking past and then somehow, it suddenly involved reggae and the Rastafarian culture...and Jim couldn't shut up no more. My friend apparently stays next to a drug dealer and boy, was I shocked. Thing is, he happens to be a nice guy although he does sell drugs. Afterall, he looks after their house when they go on vacation. Mr Drug-dealer held her cousin captive when he came unannounced and intruding the backyard. Now, if that isn't the best anti-burglar device, I don't know what is. So forget the German Shepherd and the neighbourhood police sticker, get yourself an address next to a drug dealer. Aww dammit, I digressed again. So yes, I am very intrigued and would love to go to Mauritius one day because I want to witness the rastafarian culture myself and finally get my own head of dreadlocks. Whoohoo! I heard it's dirt cheap.
Yo Manh, blessed love~!
The day started very badly actually. I missed my train; forgot my contact lens and then later found out that there was to be some internal auditing. I shall fail very badly if I couldn't see so I went to spectacles shop and blew $40 on a box of lens. *sigh* To make things worst, this American eejit accused me of speaking Jibberish. I could have punched him in the mouth because he WAS the one with the lousy accent. Prick. BUT as usual, RocketJim remains unfazed! I know that if I surround myself with positive energy, I shall create an inpenetratable forcefield. True enough, all weirdoes went to my colleague 30cm away. Hehe. It was a lousy start but I had the choice to choose how I want to end my day. Turned out all good in the end so people, do pay heed to the moral of my story.
Still, Life does bitchslap people time to time. I can't help feeling disappointed about various things. I look around me and am amazed how unfair it all can be. Some people want something so bad but just can't get it; then there are others who couldn't care less for the opportunity but just get it...and then to further infuriate me, pass it up!! W-O-W or shall I say S-H-I-T?
Finally, why are females so wicked? And it's not just an adult thing mind you, little girls could be as bitchy as hell too. Arg, the idea of working with tons of females always scare me with its heavy yin energy. Sure, the place may smell nicer than an army camp but ooo, the backstabbing... I absolutely hate witnessing such pettiness. I guess my turn to be framed might come soon...I am afterall new, young, fresh and wrinkle-free. Wahahahaha, I can smell the jealousy!!
*creates forcefield around myself*
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