Horns beneath my hallow

Yesterday a friend asked me this : “25 years of living, 10 of it you probably don’t remember much of – but the rest of the 15, have to ever done anything impulsive? Something exciting, dangerous and mischievous?” Something that when you look back, you smile and feel really happy about.

It could have been just a general question and I could have given a befitting general answer but somehow I just stopped to think. Really, in the past 25 years, do I have anything to look back on and say with awed satisfaction “Damn! I can’t believe I did that!” Or have I just gone with the flow and did what everyone says I should do or is the right thing to do. For instance, when the time came for me to make a decision about choosing what field to study in university (unfortunately I’m not one of those people who knew what they wanted to be since the age of three :P), I basically had 4 options : doctor, lawyer, engineer and accountant. Although my parents pretty much gave me the freedom to pursue anything I wanted, these four professions have always been the profession of choice among my community (especially doctor). Not wanting to disappoint my parents and grandparents and for lack of better options, I chose the lesser evil in my opinion and ended up in engineering.

Up to graduation, I have to say I just went along with “the right thing to do” which was to get that damn engineering degree! But once I was living the single, young working adult life, I have to say I’ve been discovering that I have little devil horns hiding beneath my hallow. So back to the question about have I done anything that was incredibly impulsive and mischievous- the little devil horns should give you a clue ;)

^Anya^

H.A.P.P.Y

I can’t believe it has been a month since I last blogged… although I never failed to check on updates in this blog everyday, but I just didn’t have time to write one myself… I’ve been extremely busy and stressful; or rather life has been a bitch...

Work has been very stressful… lack of manpower, deadlines, new senior-ship, blur junior, everything is taking a toll on me..

And life, hell yeah, that has been pretty stressful too.. Lack of sleep, relationship, family, blocked credit cards, the hole in my wallet, zero bank balance, recent price hikes… oh yeah, lack of menstruation too.. (Counting to 4 months now)

But I guess this is what makes my life interesting.. Without all these, life would be so boring.. The truth is, I’ll be too free to think… when I think a lot, I analyze the tiny miny details, I deliberate on unwanted issues, I pick up fight over nonsense.. Conclusion, I end up being sad…

So here I am, extremely HAPPY..

~ happy that I have no time to even feel bored

~ happy that I have no time to pick a fight with my mom/bf

~ happy that I don’t have time to think how’s my future going to be…

:) ,

‘lilo

For Real or Fake?

Did I mention that the hotel I'm staying at now serves a weird buffet breakfast? It's a cross between western and local Jamaican food and somehow the result is just plain weird. But anyway, that's beside the point. What I really want to tell you about is what happened during breakfast this morning.

A French guy asked me out for dinner!

Ok, ok, I shouldn't get ahead of myself. So there I was, minding my own business, having my mandatory morning cup of coffee (there is no life before coffee. period.), when this guy walks up to my table and asks if he could sit with me. I gave him a blank stare, half my mind wondering if I've met him before and the other half wondering if he's a sales person. So he asked me again. This time I declined saying I was about to leave to work. Than he whips out his business card - United Nations!- (I'm thinking to myself : Ok, so aparently I'm supposed to be impressed but this is interesting : A Frenchie working for the UN in Jamaica asking if he could sit at my table, so let's see what he has to say) Now when I think back, I think it was his French accent and not his UN business card that made me agree for him to join me for coffee.

One minute we were talking about work and the pros and cons of traveling and the next he was asking if I have dinner at the hotel. Of course I knew what his next question would be, so I told him I usually have dinner with my friends; indirectly saying "No, I'm not going to have dinner with you". And I have to give him credit, he actually got the subtle let down. He gave a laugh and said (in that nice French accent) "I was about to ask you out for dinner but anyway, how about you give me your business card instead?". Of course, I tactfully said no. French or not, somethings are better to be nipped in the bud.

Later, after he left, I looked at his business card again and something caught my eye. His e-mail address. It was a Yahoo e-mail address. Now, I may be wrong, but wouldn't someone who works for the UN have a UN e-mail address?

So was he really working for the UN, assigned to Jamaica on some important mission? Was he even really French? Or was he just a big fake?

~Anya~