Yeah. So. Yeah. You know. Yeah. Wait. I'm like fucked. (I just had a spider removed from my room) (I'm still in shock) (I think I must have a shower I'm sweating so much) (I think I need to get myself treated for arachnophobia) Gimme some time to think. Kya kya kehne wali thi, kya kya kahungi... Yeh to mujhe nahin pata. Lekin sab log jante hain ke mein kitna shareef admi houn init Kev. Aret koz kk Aveish, concentrer.
I have a feeling this is gonna be a very long post. It will be divided into 3 parts.

1. My fantastic afternoon in Port Louis with Kevin;
2. The Mauritius Blog Brethren;
3. A spider (AGAIN);

Ok so let's start.

Kev came to fetch me at work cos we had a few things to sort out. So we sorted out what we had to sort out. Then we walked and walked and walked from the centre of Port Louis to somewhere very strange where his car was parked. I mean, get a life Kev. Out of all places. I think we must have walked for like 20 minutes flat just to get to his bleeding car. Lagare ti pli pres. Ti kav nek rente dan bis aller. Baap re baap. I was so tired and sweaty plus I had make up on, which was not very nice. So I couldn't wipe my face. But Kev was very encouraging. He kept on saying nice stuff about my make up. Hihi Kev, I loved it. The nice thing was that he held my hand when we walked. Which made my day cos I love holding hands. With him I mean. Yeah ok so it was nice holding hands but then I got real tired, stopped, put my foot down and said "Kot couyonad la eter, mo fatiguer!" He looked at me in a way that only he can- it's the kind of look a man would give a toddler when she's being naughty and stamping her foot down and asking for a 2nd lolly- but in a personalised way. He laughed and said "Li zis devan, geter, nou traverse chemin, labas, truver?" I was well fucked. I thought he was gonna beg me to walk some more and I'd like agree only if he'd agree to give me one extra hug. But the bleeding car was only on the other side of the fucking road. Oh and as God's punishment for making Aveish walk too much, Kevin trod on a bubblegum. He came out with some nice expletives. I was giggling and took a pic of him frantically rubbing his shoe on a rock off the side of Casernes Central.


Notice his Nikes are black while mine are pink,and white, and customized... Pure Aveishstyle.

When I was about to buy a new pair of shoes when I went to see him last year, he insisted on getting me these pink ones. There was another nicer pair but he seemed to love these ones. and the look on his face right then was "it's this or nothing at all" When we came back home, he cutefully (translate as very cutely) said he had the same pair, but only in black, so that's why he got me these ones. I was like awwwww. Another thing that's going to make you Sunflowers go awwwww is the fact tht we were both wearing green Le Coq Sportif teeshirts. Hihi. Only I'm sad I didn't take a pic of us in our green tees. My life has changed from drab to fab overfuckingnight...


Next up in the agenda is The Mauritius Blog Brethren I got a comment the other day from them and I visited their blog and I think if you're a Mauritian blogger you ought to go check them out. I personally think it's nice. I don't think they know what happened to me recently because they are a new blog. Maybe if I knew a blog like that and joined their forum or something, maybe I would have had more support from the blogging community regarding my sacking from my previous job. (I got sacked because of my blog, actually- Ya fink it's funny? Me too!) Anyway the guys at The MBB know their shit and they gotta keep on bloggin baby. Cos they do it well. I hope they will review my blog cos I'm dying to know what they think. I don't have comments apart for the occasional piece of shit that Rowan drops from time to time or Gemma's shouts. Oh but I know I'm being read. When I ask people why they won't comment after reading, I come up with answers like "There's nothing left to say, you say it all" or "I can't comment cos I don't know what to say, you leave me speechless" or a beauty once someone who isn't well versed in blogging came up with... What am I saying? I meant someone who I showed my blog to "Ki kav fer comment tou sa si mo envi?" B wi falourmama... Oh well I hope they're not gonna bitchslap me too much. If they say I'm "funny" I'll be VERY happy. That's all I want. Being called funny, is to me,the biggest compliment anyone can give me. I also like it when people tell me I have a perfect handwriting. If I could use a pen to write on this blog, people wouldn't visit to read my posts, but to look at my handwriting. And when they read my blog, people to laugh with me at me, this is very nice too. I like laughing at myself. It's my biggest attribute I think. Seriously, what I really want is to make people feel what I feel deep down inside. On my blog, I try to do it with words, not with my fists. (The way daddy dearest taught me)



Speaking of Dad... I was talking to Kev on my phone like 2 hours ago, in my room and all of a sudden I see this humongous spider walking on my wall. I scream the usual "Paaaaa! Zaraignerrrrr!" and my dad comes to take it out. He said "You screamed louder today- this spider was obese- just like you Grofi" Yeah right. I think I did a post on spiders February or March of this year. Oh well this one was a flipping big one. And my dad told me "tire foto met lor blog" (take a shot, put it on your blog) I'm kinda proud of this pic cos it looks like something out of an American gore movie:

Cool eh?

Oh well, Sunfuckers... Sorry Sunflowers, I hope you enjoyed reading this post as much as I enjoyed writing it. That was a long post. I was going through my blog few days ago. And I saw that recently the amount of photos has increased and the amount of words has decreased. Which isn't very nice. I just hope that you will bear with me. I will try to do longer posts. Are you bastards still awake? Til then, so long Sunflowers!