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*