To my friend.
Friend's advice, go draw pension and feed on chili sauce.

I now have MyT at home. 256kbps, Digital 6, VoD... Not interesting. My contract with the company I work for ends on the 31st of this month. I'm gonna sit home all day like a serf. Oh well maybe not. I'm gonna learn more cooking (I made great fried rice toady!) and washing and driving and work out twice as hard and paint a bit more. Speaking of paintings I ended my Union Jack 2 days ago and now it hangs proudly on my wall, perpendicular to my Brazil flag (also painted by myself.) I've been very lazy for not buying a cable that will link my cell phone to my pc. But I got Bluetooth in my pc now thanks to MyT but I can't figure out how to make them work together. If there's anyone out there who wants to help me, how do I proceed? Do I have to pair them? How to pair it? I've got a Nokia 6230i. I wish it were easier. I have to admit I'm not very good with computers. So if anyone out there wants to give a helping hand, you're most welcome, but you have to be very patient cos I don't understand very quickly as well. Rowan took a helluva time to explain link exchanging. He took less time than necessary cos the sad fucker is intelligent and he knows how to convey stuff to non intelligent entities. Rowan, if you ever fail in your path to becoming a big porn star, you can always become a teacher. As from April 1, I will be redundant. I will sit at home and read. I was thinking about starting the Harry Potter books all over again and read The Secret History by Donna Tartt for the 5th or 6th time. I don't remember. And maybe the other books by the bloke who wrote The DaVinci Code... Uh Dan Brown. Yeah. And the other 1000 books I bought in Mumbai which helped me get back to Mauritius with 15kgs excess luggage. Speaking of Mumbai, I wanna go there again. Mumbai is something else altogether. I liked the food there, even though 95% of it is vegetarian. Vaishnav went there few weeks ago and was deceived cos he loves meat. He even fooled me once into believing that one of his favorite foods is "mine boui satte" (boiled noodles and cat- yes cat, like the animal) I believed him. How stupid can one get? One day we got a box of food from a passenger, we were intrigued cos there was a sweet sauce leaking out from he box. He said imagine there's "bon bon boute porc tan dan siro endan" (nice bits of soft pork flesh in syrup) I was like do people eat that? He said yeah man and it's so goooood... He fooled me once again. Stupid cow... Jesus... What am I talking about?

Hello there. I am very happy today cos I got a gift I'm gonna keep forever. My uncle and aunt are back from a trip to the US. They got me a nice little necklace. I like the color. When I asked them where they ot it from, the answer was: "near something called The Grand Canyon... Ever heard of it?" You bet! My dream is to visit it at least once before I die. Some people are lucky enough to go there.... Oh well sunflowers, what can I say?

-=Spiders=-

I think spiders are mean fuckers. Since there's been some rain in the country lately, loads of garden spiders have found their way in my house, more specifically, in MY ROOM. Why do those bitches, WHY, do they always get in my room? Not in the living room or somewhere else? Is there a strange aphrodisiastic (...) smell attached to me or to my room? They crawl all over the place. My last encounter with a spider was last week. I was trying on ahem ahem my ahem ahem Grape Juice lisptick and smiling and singing into my mirror with a Tim Tam chocolate wafer stick- the vanilla flavored one (you get me?). Then I got bored. As I was reaching for a roll of loo paper to wipe my ahem ahem Grape Juice lisptick, something jumped out of the roll. Then I saw this huge humongous motherfucking bitch of a spider walking on my table. The funny thing is that the first sentence that comes out of my mouth when I see a spider is "Aaaaah! Paaaaa! Zaraignerrrrr!" (Ah daddy spider!) My dad came in with the Vlido spray and a Meadow Lea container. We usually proceed like this: Spray the bitch, slam Meadow Lea container on, look for a piece of paper (like a card) slide the card underneath, and throw the beast out. The best way is Ton Guy's way. Sometimes you get really tough little spiders. They keep on crawling around, quickly. This one was a tough cookie, it kept running around. My dad couldn't catch it and my mean mouth started and I started swearing at my dad... Oh well, finally we got it out, he got it out I mean, and I went to cry in my mother's arms... Puerile? I don't think so. It's horrible man... Yuck.

-=257=-

Glory to thee,
Motherland, oh motherland of mine,
Sweet is thy beauty,
Sweet is thy fragrance,
around thee we gather,
as one people,
as one nation,
In peace, justice and liberty,
Beloved country may God bless you,
for ever and ever.

Nou pays, nou fierté!

I'm back on Hi5. Don't ask me how or why cos I don't KNOW how or why. I'm visiting L'Oreal's home page right now. I'm starting to like them. Right now I'm like totally in love with their Glamshine lipstick. Number 107; Grape juice. I became addicted to it after Smit gave me a tube. I'm like "Whoa yeah!" Whenever I put on this lipstick on my lips, it feels orgasmic (almost) It's the most perfect color. I'd been looking for that color everywhere in Port Louis and Mumbai. I finally got it when I was really desperate. By then I had like a dozen different tones of pink lipstick, none of them good enough, none of them was IT... I was so well shot of buying all those lipsticks and then come back home and feel disappointed. But now I've got it. I'm very happy.

I'm out of Hi5. It became boring. And I no loger had time for my nice cute pinkie pink blog with the lickle pinkie pink bear cursor. Now I'm gonna blog more often. I mean... Get real. Hi5? So passé. For teenagers... Not for ADULTS. I have been doing some serious revising lately, for my IATA exams... My contract with the company ends March 31. I don't know if the fuckers are gonna keep us or not. So this basically means maybe by the end of this month, I'm gonna be unemployed. Oh well... It's a drag. A bore. Whatever the fuck am I gonna do? No more studying, no more work. Kevin is gonna go "Yes! More time to cook and work out" If only I could go "Yes more time to eat and play in bed" Right... Dream on babes. I'm keeping a diary this year. I haven't done so since the past two years. I mean, I was still at school and left it on my table. And at night, before going to bed, I would suddenly remember to write. But then I was like, no fucking way I'll get out of bed and walk two steps to write fuck in the fucking thing. I've improved this year. I keep it on my headboard shelf on my bed. So everyday, as soon as I slam onto my bed, I see the diary and think, ok! Time to write. Or when I cry, which I do an awful lot, inbed, I just pull it over and write through tears. I take out my anger on SOME people... Hihihi. I'm listening to Salaam-E-Ishq's title song right now, it goes "Oooh love, oooh love..." and then there's that other song in which the girl goes "Tere naal mein aavaangi, sasooral mein jaavaangi" I don't quite understand the whole thing cos it's in Punjabi, but the thing is that the girl, I think, says, "I will come with you, to your house" How kewwwwwt. Kevin emailed me earlier on. Some dumb email about a little boy and a priest. I mean get real... He never sends nice emails saying stuff like "I love you" or "You're the sunlight in my life." He thinks only of those things only when we're in a certain situation... Typical man... Men are pigs aren't they? But then, when you do have one, there's also a few advantages:
1/ There's something warm to hold on to when you're sleeping and it feels safe.
2/ You have your own workman- free. Lights not working? Huge spider in the room? Spice canisters out of reach in the kitchen? Yell...
3/ You get free kisses everyday.
4/ You get free sex everyday.
5/ You get to be yourself around him.
6/ You have a nice lickle rock on your left ring finger.
7/ You get an additional name to carry around for the rest of your life...
Really, men aren't bad, are they?

-=266=-

I watched Marie Antoinette yesterday. Kirsten Dunst was, as usual, stunning. The movie isn't bad but to tell you the truth, I expected a bit more of cynism and weirdness. It is, after all a Sofia Coppola movie... And what about sex scenes? Whatever happened to sex scenes? They were so much fun to watch when I was a teenager. You get a nasty joy at watching them and go "Whoa! How does he do that?" "Ewwwww!!!!! How does she... Yuckkkkk!" But now kids... It's all so passé... Now it's like, yep big deal he took it out and she was feeling like a hot dog or something. What the fuck am I saying? What the fuck am I talking about? Few moments ago it was dear old Sofe and now sex scenes? I'm going to bed. I'm a nasty fucker.