I'm going to England... I'm goinnnnngggg to Englaaaaannnnnnnnnddddddd! The home of Mr Bean, of Fish and Chips, Harry Potter, Hugh Grant... And much more, the adoptive home of my baby. I'm going on Saturday... Yesssss THIS SATURDAY! In 6 days! I'm really excited and all. I haven't really been thinking of the trip. I'm thinking more of being with Kevin (and Vickram and Smita and Kentish) Well being closed up for 12 hours isn't my idea of fun. Last time it was only for 6 hours and even then I was in the cockpit for 1/2 the time on the outward journey. My Ma and Aniisa were with me. On my way back, I was very tired and it was a late flight. I was tired. I slept. But this time it's an early flight. I'll be closed up for 12 hours. I hate the idea of being closed up for 12 hours. Since it's a daytime flight, the plane won't be full. So I might have 2 seats for myself. Oh well being closed up for 12 hours can have its positive side. I get to meet Kevin at the other end...

I was going down the stairs from the office yesterday morning, I saw the Condor rep yakking away on his cellphone on the first landing. I smiled at him and he smiled back. And then he started screaming "Avoye ferfoute! Mo dire avoye ferfoute!" (Which roughly translates as "Just fucking drop it! Fuck it!") I stopped dead in my tracks and turned around to give him a stare. I could tell he was really pissed. And he hung up. He looked at me and said. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for the language. That wasn't very nice of me I know..." I looked at him, put up my hand and said "Avoye ferfoute." His mouth dropped open and he stared to laugh like a maniac. I guess my incredible sense of humor made him forget having a massive heart attack for all the money that's gone down the drain. Uh well, maybe he wasn't gonna have an attack or maybe he didn't lose millions. Maybe he was telling his wife off cos she was telling him it was not going to be his favorite fish curry at home tonight cos her mum was coming and she suddenly developed an allergy to fish and that anyway she hated curry or whatever. Still I made him laugh. Laugh on bruv.
P.S. Did you know that each fit of laughter you have, you live 30 minutes extra? I wonder what the lifespan of a foot guard is? He stands around all day and doesnt laugh or anything. Bummer.
P.P.S. Get back to work.

*~*#~ *-=*#KingKev#*=-*~#~*

I I die tonight, I'd have no regrets.

If it's in your arms,

I know that I was blessed,

And if your eyes are the last thing that I see,

Then I know the beauty

Heaven holds for me.

But if I make it through,

If I live to see the day,

If I'm with you,

I'd know just what to say,

The truth been told, babe, you take my breath away,

Every minute,

Every hour,

Every day.

Cos every moment we share together,

Is even better than the moment before.

If everyday was as good as today was,

Then I can't wait till

Tomorrow comes.

Moments- Westlife.

-=Perfection=-

(Man holding an infant) (Every girl's fantasy)

This is my man. MY man, and our beautiful (and new) niece Shanaya Pritika Gungabissoon. I'm sort of the cute chick's god mother cos I provided the name Pritika. How cool is that?

Whoa it's been some time since I last posted something here. Not that I've been doing it intenationally (is that a word? Can I actually use it?) aaaah INTENTIONALLY! Fucking hell. There's so many things that have happened. Kevin was here... YES KEVIN, KEVIN LUKEERAM. I can actually say the name without him saying "People will KNOW, I don't want them to KNOW. Not as yet." (Yes it's absolutely necessary to have this bit here. Are you a censor or something? Does Blogger.com pay you to censor for them? LOL) So Kevin was here, he made me become 1/2 Mrs Lukeeram already and he's run off to pursue his life while me I'm still here, in this STINKY hole of a country or should I say CUNTry (hahahahahaha) Anyway I'm going to the UK on October 28. Coming back down again on November 7. So if there are any mothers who want to send a few "parcels" for their daughters/sons, contact me, I charge Rs 100 per kilo.