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Thursday, January 15, 2009

What a day.

Yesterday evening, I received another "slap" in my face since arriving in France.

It was at the freaking Etam outlet at the shopping centre "Italie 2" where I was looking at this cashmere pullover that caught my fancy. It's not often that cashmere is available to folks like me and since there was a 50 pct discount on the item, I seriously wanted to look for a colour that I like.

To my right was this young sales assistant, probably around 19-20, who was pulling out the miscellaneous items that shoppers hanged any-o-how over the rack in front of her. Thus I approched her:
"Bonsoir"
"Oui?" She replied friendly enough while continuing to toss out the mismatched items on an available trolley.
"Ou se trouve le rayon qui a des pulls comme ça?"
"I DON'T SPEAK ENGLISH" she snapped while flashing me her hand as a "stop" gesture or something. "Tout est là!"
"Ok... tout est là..." I repeated shocked beyond words.

Wah. What a freaking bitch.

The 3rd time I'm gonna get this in my face, I'm gonna give the person a tight warm slap right across his/her freaking face.

It's always when you don't master a language, you find yourself at a loss to give out the right rebuttal. Kiba said that it'd be funny to say "Moi non plus" i.e. (Me neither)

Well, at least I'm not the one arranging and re-arranging messy clothes everytime someone misplaced them. Pathetic little bitch.

Such a bad aftertaste in the mouth. Yucks.

On a happier note, Kiba brought me to a restaurant specialising in raclette and tartiflette. They are both very cheesy and potato-ey dishes which can give us carbo overload and nice spare tyres around our already-not-so-hard tummies. Initially I thought we'd share the tartiflette as I could not expect myself to finish it. However, Kiba had an equally huge serving of raclette and I was left on my own! Woe is me. I can still sense the reblochon cheese bubbling in my stomach. *Burp*

Went to watch "Les Femmes sont Folles" ("The Women are Crazy") and it has to be the worst theatre play that I have ever seen in the history of theatre in France. The three actresses gave me a feeling that they were trying too hard and the comedy ended up crass and not funny at all. The set looks cheap and thrown together and characters were all too one dimensional. The jokes are very colloquial and I had difficulty catching them. That's perhaps one of the reasons why I don't find it funny. It's such a huge contrast to "Le Clan des Divorcés" which was the most wonderful play I've watched in France. Such dichotomy. All the actresses slipped into their characters effortlessly like a glove and it was outright bursts of laughter from the start to the end of the play. Haven't laughed so hard in such a long time. Highly recommended if you understand French and are in Paris at the moment.

Looking forward to watching "Grease" next week. It's adapted and is now the french version with an all french cast. I'm in my theatre phase right now. Life is too short to let it waste away, which brings me back to the dilemma of me and my contract with the bank. I'm currently wasting in front of my comp screen, rooted to a desk and a telephone that rings but brings no good tidings.

I need a massive change in my life. I wanna go travel. I wanna do something else. I wanna I wanna I wanna I wanna I wanna really really really wanna zigazig ha.......

Labels: biatches, life, Ponderings, theatre

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