Diary of a Mad Half-black Woman...
You don't know that movie? Woof - you're lamer than I thought!
It's based on this girl - just about 22 - 23 years old, I believe - who lives in the Caribbean. Think her name is Sue, or something like that. Those are unnecessary details to the real message behind the movie - unfair or not, her life took a swooshing topsy-turvy hit, causing her to really take a vital turn around - apparently "starting anew". She was more or less forced out of the life she grew to know into the unknown - basically fending for herself - I believe she even had to move to another country (UK, I think it was... not sure), pick up a job she never thought of doing before - all the while picking up the pieces of her heart and very being that seemed to have been shattered.
I never saw the end of the movie, though... apparently only one Person has, and He just won't tell.
*Shakes head despondently* "Just another bitter half-black woman..."
"I'm not bitter...... I'm mad as hell."
On the topic of half-black, apparently tomorrow 'my' company is having a Emancipation lime and the word is some people were asked to dress in African wear as there is some competition for best African garb. Hello?! How come I wasn't asked?! I - like most other people here - have African roots! I should confront them about this - discrimination against the lighter-skinned folk.
Of course I'm kidding... it's true - my father is 'black', but I'm as pale as...as... medium pure beige in the Maybelline (NY) Dream Matte Mousse makeup :)
What exactly did the makeup lady say again? I was just about to pick up a colour in the "Honey Beige" section when I heard something like:
"Dahlin', dat colour ain't go work on you yuh know... yuh hadda go lighter - like the Light Beige - yuh face real pale yuh kno'"
"Er... no thanks... I'll just test the Medium Beige, please"
"We ain have no tester in dis nah... but I tellin' yuh... you real pale"
"Uh-huh - got that the first time... I'll just take the Medium Beige... thanks"
*slight steups* "Or-rite"
Or like yesterday at the Laundromat - dropping off some shirts, and after talking to the girl for like 10 minutes before (about some shirt of mine that they still had for me):
"Address, please"
"Blah blah blah... Chaguanas"
"Ok... you was always dey? Or you now move in... you from Venezuela or sometin'?"
"Uh - I'm Trini..."
"Fuh true?!"
Must be the latina-accent and trouble finding proper - er... how you say? - phrases while talking that gave me away.
*Zu-zu remembers - ooooh.... she's at the office! Maybe she should start some work... whoops - it's lunchtime*
1 Comments:
haha...aaw...poor sue! at least ppl doh tell yuh that yuh have soo much grease on your forhead that yuh could fry two bake and buljol with it...ahem ahem (never happened to me, btw...ahem...:o$) hehhe
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