So after spending an entire week in a foreign country with people who have an accent, you're bound to pick up some sort of accent.
So why is it that we have a British Accent?
Well we were hanging out in the pool, then this chubby kid comes along (he was watching us play flip cup the other day, and he was cute then, not annoying)
This kid was a bigger attention whore than I am, and he was like only 8! We first started interacting with him because he managed to find and catch three crabs in the pool and keep them in a cup, and he was showing them off to us. Then he started playing around with this 15 year old kid named Marc. It started out as just plain old fun, he would take his crabs toss them in the other direction and then they would go race and find them. Then it turned into a sort of bullying situation, where he would take the chubby kids beloved crab and just throw it across the pool to have him go fetch it.
This is when the kid started swimming for it, but said that he wasn't that fast, well I told him to swim faster and he said that he couldn't, this is when i said the phrase "pip pip cheerio" to him to which he replied with "oh shut up" in a snotty British accent.
He tried to play with Ly, but Ly would just ignore him and swim away, and he would say "Whot? Do you go to special needs class or something?"
This kid was annoying, to everyone around the poolside! But I think he was tolerated because he was cute @ the same time. I dubbed him to be Dobby because he was annoying just like the house elf in HP.
Then there was this German/Jamaican kid, who was my dance partner from the beach party, he was probably about 7 years old too, he was cute too....up until dinner one night where Aileen pointed out that he would pick his nose and eat it.
Then there was this little British Girl who was probably about 7 as well, she was there with her parents and we started interacting because we were part of an activity where you had to throw tennis balls to knock down bottles. She was cute, and wasn't annoying.
At one point during the trip it felt like I was running a baby sitting service because the German/ Jamaican kids sister was there, the not-annoying British Girl was there and two little girls who were part of a family of 5 girls from Montreal were there as well. We just throw the volley ball around and back and forth.
Then Aileen came in and I passed the baby sitting service over to her and she took the reigns from there.
Turns out that all of these kids were big fans of Ly's work. They would all ask me if I was the one who did the Monkey dance on stage that night and if I was the one who picked Miley Cyrus. They were all looking for him, they all seemed to like him.
Aileen was playing with those two sisters from Montreal and they some how gained possession of the ball and Sang wanted the ball, but the older and wiser sister of the two wouldn't return the ball back to Sang until he proved that he was worthy of such a possession, so she made him answer a series of questions, she asked him to spell numerous words all of which he refused to spell, in the end she gave up and let him have the ball, but not before she made fun of him and coined him Mr One and a Half Push-Ups.
So from that moment on, Sang was known as Mr One and a Half Push-Ups.
In terms of other fans, there was this one random dude, who I don't really remember who congratulated me on my performance for the Mr. Starfish Competition and said that I was really putting Canada on the map. (7 of the 8 contestants were from Canada).
For those of you who went with me, you might remember a more mature but very well built black guy (he was representing the female team for the arm wrestle competition in battle of the sexes), well, he started acknowledging me whenever he saw me too, so I guess he must have been a fan as well.
One last fan to shout out. There was this probably 6' 2" tall black dude, with braided hair, he was probably about 16 as well, and I think his name was Greg (according to Shelby), and he was from Britain as well. As I was walking into Bubbles Disco one night, he stopped me to tell me, and I quote, "you're so cool man", I smiled and asked him why, and he replied with the generic, IDN (I don't know).
Oh! One more side story, this guy wasn't a fan of mine, at the time, who knows, maybe later on he will become president of my fanclub. So after the beach party, I wanted to wash my feet off in the pool, so I sat down beside the pool, and let my feet soak in the water for a bit and I was just chatting with one of the workers who had just gotten off work, and along comes this Jamaican guy with a British accent, oh great another one!
His story is as follows: he use to work at this very resort about 11 years ago, and one year, he met a girl, they kept in touch and eventually she sent him a plane ticket to go to England for a maximum of 6 months. He said that when he got to customs, the custom officer looked at him suspiciously and asked him several questions, such as what are going there for, who are you staying with and are you going to marry this girl.
To which, he said no at the time, that he wasn't going to marry the girl. I didn't ask him, but I'm assuming that they eventually got married and that they're still together since he claims that he has 5 kids now, who are all going to very prestigious schools and that he's been back to Jamaica for vacation every year since he left.
If you look around, it appears that the people who work at the resort have it pretty good compared to the living conditions that we briefly witnessed outside of the resort. The people who work at the resort are happy and they know it (get it?), they get to eat free food and get free drinks, they walk around with nice clothing and nice bling. They have a chance to earn some extra cash on the side (secretly collecting tips), so on a good day, they probably make a lot.
But deep down inside, I think they're all trying to get off the island, and just like our fore-fathers believe, they too believe that America (or in their case Britain) is the land of opportunity.
I don't really know what else to write about, so I think I will end it there. I don't know when my next vacation is, but for now 'We're Back & We're British!'
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