My dad's painting the house and our Natarajah was on the table. I got this Natarajah in a thingie- market called Bhooleshwar. It's quite big and I had to carry it under my arm. All over the place. And when we were about to pack, I had this ridiculous thought that it would not fit in the suitcase, and I'd had to carry it in the whole CSI airport. Oh well, nice photo. My nose looks quite fine- not like the usual squashed piece of fruit.

I wanted to add something else too....

Terish, a cousin, and Arshika. I don't really know him but I think he's an ok lad who is "ridiculously beautiful" Arsha's looking plain next to him. He's so sweet this boy.

I guess beauty and sweetness runs in the family init?

So long Sunflowers.

P.S. I should have married Tryphon Tournesol. Imagine Aveish Tournesol?

Me and Arshika were in the bus coming back home. I was doing my scoobies and she said quietly "Oh my GOD. Get sa boug la ta!" I was like "Ki?" Then I looked.

Ene nation mangy mangy p baloter dan bis la.

I tried taking a pic and she was like "Non taler li leve likimama!" I tolde her "Shut your gate" I gripped her hands, zoomed in and said "This is going on the blog tonight!"

I have to go shower now, I made some nice spaghetti. Apparently it's ok cos Arshika's at her 2nd helping...

One Year Today

I'll say it again, just for you...

" Last year, at this time, I was living the happiest moments of my life. Cos you were here. Even though I miss you like crazy, it doesn't feel like I'm missing out on anything. Cos I knowwhat I'm going through is a long, long road. But just like any road, there's a place where you have to stop. I've been walking to you since December 2005. That's 21 months. I still have like what? 3 months? It's like I've already done it nine times! What's a tenth time? Nothing!"

I'm not gonna say it has been a completely blissful year. We've had ups and downs. Ups and downs won't ever end. But "Blissful" is yet to come. I just hope that we will work everything together. I want you to know that I love you and that my wasted heart will keep on doing so till my last breath. Also, each and every breath I take is tainted with your name. I have no other reason for living. You know that.

Shit. I think I'm lost for words for the first time in my life, I can't keep on writing. I love you babes. May we last forever and ever, and even after that.

Kevavi 4eva

-=103=-

Arrrrr! Vidisha came over yesterday... Hihi. The story is kwite funneh. Smita and Didi Usha were invited for dinner yesterday. My mum was in Port Louis in the morning, sorting out stuff for her visa. The thing is- she always goes to Port Louis in the car. She got lost looking for the bus. Vidi (bless) saw her looking around and escorted her to the right bus. My mum was like come over for dinner. So she did... And we did these...

My black beauty and I...

And then she wanted to do her artsy fartsy stuff...

She pulled those things off my mirror and stuck them on her.

And she nicked my glasses. It's ok Vidi you can keep them... Smits says I look like a "vieux fam pitin" with them. Hihihi.

Lerla line al get so Chachi Sadh pou cose BAWAN SO TIFI... Ek cuit gratin chouchou...

Aveishou in faire ene ti roti poulet. Limem line nettoye sa mama la. Ti ene mari gro poule tou. La moitier zouner in fini r nettoyer ek mariner. In the end everybody said it tasted nice. I was dead chuffed.

After a few glasses of nicked wine, the laughs started.

LONG LIVE DIVIN LACLE...

Sleep tight Kevin's princess...

Only to wake up to see these and slap yourself on the brow and say

"Stupid bitch! That's the 100th time!"

So long Sunflower bitches.

I was meant to write about that a few days ago but since my father painted my room and I had to clear out stuff and Smita was there and she came home and I went to her place and stuff... I forgot. But nice I kept it for today. I didn't go to work today. I'll tell you later why. So the other day I was on my way back home. I wasn't really looking and I somehow ended up with a bit peeled off on one of my toes. Sad? Think again. I was in Winner's yesterday. We were out of stock on Nestum and Arshika was a bit bothered. So I was there. I have this really nasty habit of standing in front of candy and chocolate dissplays in supermarkets. And now since I have cut down (drastically) on my sugar intake, I stare twice as hard for twice as much time. You know, eating does bad stuff. Staring doesn't. I used to go by that motto. But now I'm gonna stop staring altogether. So I was staring and this (I will refrain form calling her bitch) lady... Oh ok, LADY BITCH... removed one of those plastic baskets from a pile and rams it straight into my eye- accidentally. I'm like "Mo contact in bizin rentre dan mo crane. Soit line bez enba. Get gogot lor moi." The pain was intense. That's sad! I just stood there, my basket in my left arm and my hands over my eye. The lady was like "Ayo miss g pa remarqué" One boy (bless) steered me behind to their mess and brought ice for me. My nose, which is twice the normal size went 4 times the normal size. It hurt like hell. They called up Angela from work and told her there had been a "ti incident" Ti incident falourmama... Angela... Hihihi, ti croire mone batte ene caissiere. Hahaha! Actually, my father thought the same thing. And Kevin too. Ene kitsoz mo pa comprend... Coumsa mo en fes ki tou dimoune croire apart batter mo pa conne narier? Kevin says I'm a walking disaster, that I'm clumsy... Blah blah blah... I know that, no need to remind me. I'm always dropping things or breaking stuff. It's like I dunno... Weird init? Look at my eye...

Ugly as sin or should I say facially impaired? Hahaha!

So I was walking in Port Louis with Arsha's cap bent low on my eye- I never meant to wear it cos I was gonna wear those baseball type ones. She said this would do better with my pink cardi, and I wore my heart rainbow earrings, to match the rainbow stripes n the cuff of the cardi. People stared... As usual. Keter sa gogot? Mo couma dire cirque ambulant kissa?

I paid attention and did my best Alastor "Mad Eye" Moody imitation, just to piss them off more and saw the perfect bitches with their perfect bodies and perfect makeup and perfect tiny skirts wrinkle their noses at me. To zip sorti kot tailleur, moi mo jean's sorti St Ann's dan Harrow, to sac sorti Workshop, mo sac sorti Next, mai mo ser in pret moi sa, mai to pa necessaire conne sa init. Pitin to kav faire mo letour toi? I even limped (not really limp- you know walk with attitude) a bit, to show my nation style. Tou dimoune soit gagne moi nation blanc sorti langleterre dire sanser mo coz creole ek accent. Zamai ene dimoune pou dire ene malbar deluile sa. Meme kan ena souta dan lamain. Ban fes. (Pa prend moi conte mo p al enrimer la) Yeah, so I walked around with my pink cardi pink hat with it firmly on my eye. I felt a bit like Mad Eye Moody walking around in King's Cross, except I was in La Gare Victoria falourmama. Haha. Mo p divaguer la... Anyway, just showing you my wannabe Moody style (In pink).

P.s. Before you ask who Moody is, Kev, he is a character in Harry Potter. He has a magical eye. Hence the name.

SUNFLOWERS SHOULD HAVE BEEN PINK

There's this site called Hi5. It's ok really, only to keep in touch with friends. What some people fail to understand is that... Well never mind. Ok so my sister and I usually get messages from people we've never heard from. She showed me one today. Typical bullshit. And since I had nothing better to do, I thought maybe I'd amuse you people with them message. The guy's name is Kevin and his email add and phone number have been removed to protect his privacy.

To: Arsha
Subject: hello sweetdoll
Message:

hi arsha..u look very beautiful n gorgeous just like a princess.. as for me im a nice, cool, friendly, romantic, sexy, caring n lovable person... im an ex student of st joseph, n now i don't work .. dont worry im single..haha n what about u honey? hope u dont mind i call u honey.. after seeing ur pic, i feel that i knew u for so long.. so romantic, na? what to do, im always like that!!! i know u must be feeling shy now..lol well what to do ur worth of it.. im interested to become ur friend for now, n if ever we like each other, we can be more than friends.. well i know we must meet first.. i leave u my mobile num: ******* or add me on msn my add is *xyz*xyz*@hotmail.com.......>>> its just only for u princess.. u can text me directly on my num n we can have contacts more easily... if ur interested, ur always welcome, i know u must be laughing while reading my message, but my words r true n sincere..u can read from my testimonials, esp the one venen sent me.. u will see what type of guy i am.. i hope to hear from u soon, babye take care!!!! i have read that love without a kiss is like flower without perfume, river without water, n life without love.. so a big kiss just for u!!n yea lots of love from kevin.. i got to go now, otherwise i would have texted u a max of 5000 characters!!!! ok bye do text me on my mobile, its on for 24 hours, any time for u honey, ur always welcome not only on my num but in my heart.. so plz dont break my heart, coz i have got only ONE i write this only for you. how did you find the poem lol

Arsha thinks it's hilarious. Hehehe. Pilon la dire li al zet lekor enba laroue bis falourmama. I think this will become a habit now- post those stupid messages from those desperate gogots. Humpf.

Hello Sunflowers! Ah what a week! Cho! Well it all started on Wednesday night when Chachi... Uh sorry Didi Usha announced that Smita was coming to Mauritius. Hohoho... I was sooooo happy that I went to bed with a big smile on my face... Ok? And then on Thursday, I met up with... Sudh- my cousin, who is also a friend, and a sweetie. We went around in PLouis a bit. There was this guy selling those tiny lobsters. It's not lobsters. It's not shrimps either. But we had a nice time all the same...

See what I mean?

And then when I came back home my room was like this:

{Dad}

I almost had a heart attack... But then I thought otherwise cos I dun wanna die a virgin...

Then I started sorting it out and I heard the Airwolf theme- Smita wanted me to come over to meet her.

"Ta pitin cotte toi vini ene fois gogot"

So I went there... She looked at me and gave me a big hug... And we took a coupla pictures.

{Ahem}

I had to smudge the photo or else we would both have ended up with divorced before even getting married. And would have been virgins for eternity... Ahem. So this just goes to show that Jooseries have ATTITUDE and are so good they can strut their stuff whenever, wherever. For those who aren't in the know, this is Smita. She's one year older than me but not less crazy. We like grew up together. We can come up with some pretty weird stuff at times. For instance, I seriously think that she was the one to coin the word "gogotrie". And then we started on the goss. She was telling me stuff about ppl we know. And I was like "Aaaaiiiii! Line faire sa? She's a bitch!" Smita was like "We're all bitches, 'snot acrime, but being a slut is. She' a slut, we're bitches!" That's what we talk about all the time...

~*~smit~*~

And today we went to Grand Bassin. I took those pictures of Arshika. I thought of a line I read in a book once. Doesn't really apply but all the same...

"Her hair is like a candyfloss tangle in the wind"

Til then so long my cotton candied Sunflowers...

PANTILINER DISPOSER HOOPS

Something incredibly incredible happened yesterday... I went to Rose Hill and was doing some shopping. As usual I had to go to Une Histoire D'Amour. I mean it's nothing compared to La Senza, I know, I know... But still... So I was there and tried on- AAAAAHHHHH OH MY GOD WAIT! I FINALLY DOWNLOADED THE AIRWOLF THEME! I GOT IT I GOT IT I GOT IT! YESSSSSSS! BEEN LOOKING FOR THAT FOR AGES. AIRWOLF/SUPERCOPTER MANNNNNNNNNNNNN YESSSSSSSS BABYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY. Just imagine the ringtone! I was typing and downloading from Ares and as usual when it's done downloading it starts playin by itself. Oh MAN. I loved this TV series as a child. It was called Supercopter. Man... Me Aatish and Arvesh used to get under the bed and pull at the springs and say stuff like "Contact activé" Shit it brings back so many memories... Wow.

Yes coming back to Une Histoire D'. So I went there and tried on some stuff. I had these really BIG hoop earrings on they so big I can even wear them as bangles. Got them in India yeah for, if you convert it into Mauritian rupees they come up to Rs 6... MUMBAI ROX. So I knew I was gonna hurt myself. I removed them and put them on this pantilining disposing thingie. I got 2 sets of stuff and I hit the road to go watch Harry Potter and the Order Of the Phoenix. It was absolute crap really. I preferred the book. I went to see the movie cos I'm a fan yeah. So me and Arsha are like the last two people to get in and I start thinking it's a total waste of money cos we gonna get real shit seats. but what do you know? There were 2 places next to this little girl and I was like starting to try to catch her attention only to see she was staring at me. Why do people always stare at me? And I was dressed properly. Black pants and blue teeshirt. Anyway I was like- Sa 2 place la la... Ena kikaine ladan? She shook her head. I ran there. I started making my way in when Arsha said- Trap sa I need the loo. She banged her stuff on me- sister beater. We watched the movie and there was this lickle boy next to me. He was like 8 years old. And whenever he laughed I laughed twice harder cos it was fun to see him enjoying himself. Ti gater la. Euta. Then when the movie ended, pa vizin dire kan 2 tifi Joosery bat ensam dan Rose Hill ki ariver- LIKIMAMA lor baz. Spending eating drinking and lots of other ings too- like shopping... Ooh La La... We were in that CD shop near Dil Snack. Arshika was talking to that salesgirl and i was looking at myself in the mirror there, styling my hair... Then I looked at my ears, smiling smugly at my 4 piercings- I love them. Then I curled my lip in disgust and thought to myself- You're such a stupid BITCH you forgot to wear earrings in your first piercing. Then I thought how could I be so forgetful? Earrings are like contact lenses or panties for that matter- I never get out of the house without them. Wait a second... UNE HISTOIRE D'AMOUR PANTILINER DISPOSER! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. I had to walk back again and to my surprise... They were right there. God... Thanks.

P.S. My dad was walking around in the living room he stopped dead in his tracks and looked at me- Ki sa lamizik la sa Veish? Mo conner sa... Ein SUPERCOPTER! To pou met sa to ringtone la ein? Amizer piti... Haha.

And I was reminded again that I loved Supercopter, cranes, lorries and all the other stuff 3-4 year old BOYS liked... Hehe. I wish I was a child again. That my father would take my hand and take me see cranes, that he would tape Supercopter episodes for me to watch in the weekends, that he would teach me how to read the time, that he would take me to those lonnnng streets to ride my new bike, that he would make me wait for him to reach home at 15:45. At 16:00 TV programmes started with Hemamalini Paupiah reading the daily programming. He'd give my mum "pain dou". My mum would butter and jelly up a slice and I'd sit on the bed and watch telly. Those were the days man. How I wish I'd never grown up... Now I realise that in a few months' time I won't see them everyday... It hurts... (Agle janam mohe bitiya na ki jo)

My week...

Pravita went to Bazar to get us boulettes... Obviously I did the best thing I could do... She would have forgotten my order... Init?

Likisorma gogot lavi... I feel like this sometimes...