I is "african perfume" magnet....

grace's mum has alot of terms for them...
african perfume was the 1st that i know of.....
the latest one is yande yande....or something that sounds like that....
bernard calls them xiao hei.......
me?
i dont even give them names....
just hope they wear bright colored clothings when they are out at night thats all....
i dont want to knock into them at night while im driving...not worth it....
go figure....

guess everyone by now knows how big of a R***** i m.....
but life is a joke.....
i alwayz get flanked by darker skinned ppl on the trains...buses...everything!
they seemed to be on a mission the get me to puke...faint...concus...watever...
they loved to sit beside me even though there are millions of empty seats on the public transport....
my latest encounter?
yesterday..on the way home from far east with grace...
i swear i still have the african perfume smell on me!
i almost puked yesterday lar.......

dont they ever smell themselves???!!

life is one hell of a irony though.....
my 3 closest colleague at work are a Indian n 2 Malays....
and i cant seem to get along well with the chineses at work....
how great....
who will believe im a big R*****.
haiz...racial tolerance i tell myself...
we should stop having racial harmony day....
change it to racial tolerance day perhaps....

quoting yc....my life is now officially a joke.


can i have barney instead of african perfume standing beside me all the time???
im sure barney dont smell......