The Growing Pains Of A Slightly Bent, Not Broken Sunflower

2010-05-28T12:08:00.001+01:00

2010-04-26T19:26:00.002+01:00

Erm last time I posted something here was on the 19th of November....

And BY GOLLY have things changed... For those who are NOT IN THE KNOW... Well... Let's just say it's been 5 long months since I moved back home (Not London, but FUCKING home- Mauritius) I'm still going strong- not that I thought the contrary- I lived 23 bloody long years here anyway so I settled right back in straight away. Nothing's changed... Well except couple of bigger buildings. Yeah nothing's changed. People are still rude and make comments when you walk around. FUCK OFF/PISS OFF usually sorts your man out. Cashiers still slam your money down on the counter at the supermarket and cannot be arsed to give you your 24 cents back but heavens alive should you give them Rs 24 instead of Rs 24.79 they get a bitch fit. I'm not saying London was heaps better but still the cashiers would make eye contact and say "Hows u today luv" even though they don't give a shit whether you've been working for the past 7 days without a day off... Cos they been doing it themselves so... But come on, I would be really happy to say I'm glad to be back but I don't really think I am, so... Ah fuck it. Yeah so I though that things would really change but they haven't, really. On a personal level I mean. I thought that we'd be more relaxed coming here and the husband would fall in love with me again and it'd be like a second honeymoon... He unfortunately still sees my as his go 24/7 go getter... I prefer the term "personal slave" but slavery's been abolished (unfortunately "being a wife" still hasn't been abolished) Anyway he does his "thang" and so do I... The other thing that hasn't changed is my "luck". " Things have been happening to me all the time. Primo- went to a restaurant yesterday for the husband's birthday and I end up with food over my lap. Can't even remember what it was... Waiter had a good ole larf and pointed and said "toilets that way please madam" Segundo- went to the husband's auntie's house after lunch and I hear bleating- she has 3 goats in her backyard. I go and play with them- give 'em some leaves to eat, like. One of them mistakes my green dress for bleedin' food and chews on it. I scream "Leave my dress you greedy animal, it's my last year birthday dress from London!" (don't think he would have cared if it were from Russia even) and I run for it. Tertio-today I went to Kaddy Plus (THE supermarket to be if you wanna know) I was planning on starting THE DIET. The one I've been going on since I realised I really had to do something to my body (about 10 years ago). I am thinking office made sandwiches- wholewheat bread and chicken ham sandwich for lunch (no mayo) and no chocolates. I make it past the biscuit and chocolate aisle no problem and go to the bread section- just my luck- one last loaf of wholewheat bread left. I dash for it before that man and that woman (who were not a couple) (just thought I'd let you know) (just 2 random people shopping, really) think about nicking it and hold the end bit where it closes and pull it to me. And it goes light after 2 seconds. I look down and what do I see? The whole bleeding loaf- the LAST FUCKING LOAF, lying flat like you know that thing you do when you line up dominos and push one of them? Well, it was like that. And I look at the plastic bag (that was containing a loaf 2 seconds ago) in my hand and I go "Right, now what do I do?" And your other shoppers go "HAHAHAHAHA" I get security and I say sorry and I say "YOU WANT THE PLASTIC BAG BACK?" And then I think. God this is a sign, I love You man. Thank you. And I run to the biscuit section where I see... Pim's biscuits (posh French Jaffa cake like) (raspberry flavoured) on sale (Rs 10 off) I get a box and go to the counter... And they were well nice...

So long Sunflowers xxx

2009-11-19T23:25:00.001Z

Q: Why are people stupid?
A: Cos they're not me.

I wissh people would start thinking with their brains instead of their dicks. It's mortifyin' and angerin' and aggravatin'.

By the way this guy sent me a message on Facebook cos he wants to be my friend! I don't know him from Adam or Eve or whatever that expression is. Why would I wanna be friends with him? Get a friggin' life peopleee!

2009-10-20T22:35:00.003+01:00

The chilli in my chilli paneer.

I went to the pub straight after work today to meet up with the Husband and watched Liverpool get beat up by Lyon...

Then the husband fancied chilli paneer to cheer him up. I don't do paneer but Jay's in Kingsbury does a great one. We always go for "mild", but we didn't say mild today...

I kid you not, there's 48 pieces of chilli in there... But it was really good- needless to say, the chillies went straight to the bin after their (glamorous) photo shoot...

Off to bed now, laters!

2009-10-19T22:28:00.005+01:00

Umm umm umm, I dunno what to write. Can't write about work becos I dun wanna get Alan Sugar'ed... Can't write about the husband cos he doesn't inspire to much. Can't write about me for fear of being called a narcissistic cow... Hmmm what can I write about? The piss taking of the Subway boys when they found out I'd lost my voice? Na, boring. People who pick their nose on the tube? Na, too vomit making. Oh by the way this Chinese guy was really going for it the other day, and he was seated next to me as well, I switched places straight away, but I really wanted to ask him if he wanted a shovel to help him dig deeper. The son of a bitch. Pick your nose at home FUCKER! Where no one else can see you.

Oh yeah yeah, just got a brainwave! It's not about work but it happened at work. I was walking on the ramp from gate 8 to 21, and by the time I arrived at my destination, I couldn't speak! "Why?" you may well ask, but because MY FACE WAS FROZEN BECAUSE OF THE FUCKING COLD! It's back! The cold's back!

Whatever (Who cares? Not me)

Lemme try again.

Today for breakfast I had toast with chunky peanut butter and Bonne Maman Strawberry jam. With coffee. Yummy! In Mauritius we only have smooth peanut butter right? I'm not so sure now. Like, I can't remember what my room looks like. I can, but some of the finer details evade me. It's sad.

Oooh I'm writing boring stuff again!

I watched "The Last King of Scotland" last night. It was this movie about this chap called Amin Didi or Dada or Idi or Ida, I don't know. He was a dictator I think in Uganda and he expelled all the Asians from there. It was not really clear through all the steam. I was ironing at the same time you see and the tv was on a low volume and the husband was sleeping. In total I ironed 14 shirts and 2 pairs of trousers and 2 scarves (mine) and 2 skirts (mine as well). 6 shirts for me, the rest for the husband (That's 14 minus 6) 1 pair of trousers for me and the other pair for him.

And last week, no week before last, like 2 Saturdays ago we went to this nightclub called Guarabana, it's a Brasilian club (in Covent Garden, not Brasil), and I was ordering drinks from this waiter (Note, I said waiter, not "cute" waiter. I think maybe I would have thought he's cute if I weren't married). The cheeky sod said to me "I speak Portuguese, you can order in Portuguese" He knew I was Asian (I'm not, I'm Indo-Mauritian, I just look Asian) So I went "Ok! Eu haver um Mojito por favor!" His fucking mouth dropped open to the floor and Kevin and Vikram stopped talking and turned round to stare at me. He just said "Ok, ok..." And I just added the cherry on top by saying "Obrigada", with a smile! Hehehe. That was fun.

2009-10-18T13:22:00.004+01:00

Divali 2009

It's a shame, such a fucking shame that I don't blog no more...

Oh well, lemme make an effort.

Yeah Divali went awight yesterday, we woke up (late, not early) and went to Ram Mandir in Southall (pronounce sau-thall like proper Indians) and I said to the Husband, let's go Gurdwara was well, cos we here already init. He looks at me and says "You're hungry, aren't you? That's why you wanna go Gurdwara!" So away we went, to the Gurdwara, rushed thru the mathe theko and went to the hall for that lo-ve-ly langhar. Mmmmm... De-lish.

Then we came back home and snoozed a bit and then went to Swap's place for the firecrackering. It was so much fun. They kept the best "phool jari" for the last. I helped Niraj nail it to the wooden fence, but it was so powerful that the nail went off and the firecracker ended up on the floor. What a waste of energy!

Well, Divali Abhinandan anyway.

2009-07-02T11:20:00.004+01:00

Doing my bit for charity.

(No I'm not adopting a little child from a 3rd world country cos I'm no Angelina Jolie or Madonna or Bruno)

There's this charity that often drops leaflets through the front door. As per them, you can put like your old blankets, clothes, shoes, cooking instruments, toiletries, but sorry no bric a brac, books or plastic toys please- in a bag on the road and they come and collect it and they ship them to 3rd world countries... Apparently, this creates jobs for the people who collect them, sort them out and give jobs to shipping companies. I try and fork out my old clothing whenever I can but some people are not very helpful. The Husband (note; from now on Kevin will be called the husband- it sounds more author like, like professional like.) Yeah The Husband had an old pair of shoes I was planning to give to them, but he got sick and tired of seeing his old shoes in a shoe box in one corner of the room that he dumped them... Instead of givin' in to charity. God sees everything... Maybe he was just jealous that someone else'd be wearin' his shoes...

Now, your question is, why on Earth is this silly cow talkin' about charity? Well Sunflowers, it's just to show that I'm not a selfish eejit and that I donate all my used stuff to poor people. Mmmkay?

Now my question is why "sorry no bric a brac, books or plastic toys please"? Well, simply because they live in mud huts so they can't decorate hence, no use for bric a brac. And they can't read, so books are useless. And cos they too busy playin' with plasctic toys so they don't go to school and hence don't know how to read, so "rich" people, keep your fucking plastic toys to yerselfs

On an ending note, The Sister has brought me my fave stuff from Mauritius (baget fromaz, tamarin, mine appollo, gato lacire, HELLO PANDA!!!!!)

And I still haven't opened my Hello Panda as yet cos I don't wanna finish it...

Hey gorgeous!

2009-06-30T21:05:00.004+01:00

Dolmio Bolognese sauce V/S Tinned Chopped Tomatoes...

The husband cooked "carri agneau" yesterday...

Apparently it was good. I say apparently cos I don't eat meat myself cos I can't stomach it but them 2 enjoyed it thoroughly. The only meat I eat is poultry and seafood. But this doesn't count cos it's not meat. And I ain't being wanting being called a vegetarian either cos I is a FLEXITARIAN. People who don't eat red meat but anything else are called that. Well, I read that somewhere ages ago. I don't drink milk either but I am a big consumer of ice cream. But that's anuver story.

Yeah so Kevin cooked lamb curry using MY tomatoes yesterday. I mean MY tinned chopped tomatoes yesterday (why buy fresh when it comes ready in a can?) And methinks he forgot to tell me he used MY tomatoes. So here I am, trying to cook a ladaube pomme de terre and at the critical moment where you have to add your tomatoes, I look coolly first in the fridge, for my little black plastic food saver for my tomatoes, and then a bit less coolly the freezer, and not cool at all in the tin can drawer and lo and behold! NO TOMATOES IN SIGHT! NOT EVEN A FRESH ONE! But lo and behold again! There's a jar of MAMA'S ORIGINAL BOLOGNESE SAUCE! And lo and behold a 3rd time! There goes the contents! All in the saucepan, with the potatoes, chopped onions, curry leaves and ginger and garlic paste that have merrily been frying away! (this is actually a show off bit- I'm showing you that I know what goes in a ladaube pomme de terre) Then I add my Mayil Special Daube powder to it.

Lookin' gorge eh? Who wants to come over for dinner? And it tastes good as well.

Damn I'm good!

P.S. Hello to Akash. Love you...

2009-06-25T01:00:00.003+01:00

Sup people? Howz it hangin? Just to let the bleddy world know that Kevz laptop has gone bust so I can barely use it to do anything, let alone blog. But my sista has come to see me and she's brought my dad's laptop with her so I'm using that instead. I'm on 3 weeks leave at the mo, which leaves me time to clean up, make tea, and listen to my sister's boring stories about work and life in general. But still, it's nice having her here. Seeing her get excited at the aisles full of chocs and biscuits in Asda and Tesco. It reminds me of when I just came here myself...
No change then. She's still ugly...

2009-03-13T23:46:00.006Z

Hmmm I think I'm going to change my template. I was working on it a few months ago and I've got a version somewhere on a pendrive. I only need to finetune it. I mean I'm almost a quarter of a century old now so maybe I should drop the pink. Not that I can get enough of pink but you know... I need a pair of pink shoes. These are the last ones I bought. The red and black ones are for me sis and the purple ones are mine.

I got this card from Starbucks that entitles me to free coffee. So I had a coffee today. A free one. Yeah cos I get free coffee cos I got a card from Starbucks that makes me get free coffee innit.

I am ashamed to say that I forgot it was Independance day yesterday. I was on Facebook today and I got wished Happy Independance day and realised it too late. That is bad as in very bad. I mean what sort of stupid cow forgets the Independance day (This Independance day writing thing is too long man. Make it I day ok) of her country? But that's ok I guess I ate red, yellow and green peppers yesterday. I didn't have anything blue tho. No I did! I drank Ribena! And Ribena is made of blueberries, so it's blue, it's ok (ok, ok it's made from blackcurrant but who cares? Not like I can differentiate between blueberry, blackcurrant, sultanas and Blackberrys innit? Well, yeah Blackberry is a phone or a PDA or whatchamacallit) But it's okayyy! Peace and love on Earth! Tomorrow I'm gonna upload some photos of the snow we had in Feb.

Oh and by the way I do not like Myleene Klass. I think she is ugly. So much in fact that whenever her Pantene ad is on TV I need to look somewhere else. Like she scares me. Her face is wonky. And I cringe when she says "And Pantene" Lordy, I will never use Pantene again. Not that I do. I think dishwashing liquid is quite good.

2009-03-12T22:36:00.003Z

Whaddup bruvvv! Yo people, whassup.

Oh my God it's been ages. 3 months! Shugar! Oh well. Kevin was like "Whaaat? You gonna blog? Finally?!" while rubbing his palms together. So I been reading Marian Keyes' "Under The Duvet" and "Further Under The Duvet" back to back yeah, it sort of inspired me to go and do it (blog) Oh well. (That's the 2nd Oh well of this post. Not a good start) Yeah so yeah. Whatever. I got so much to say I dunno where to start. Let's start with the baddest first. Oh but to tell you about that I need to tell you about other stuff first. Ok so last time I blogged I was still living in Kingsbury opposite da statchian. Then my tenency or tenancy agreement came to an end and my new landlord being a total withered prick (malbar l'inde res malbar l'inde kisorma la) he said take care see youse la-er. And since the other peeps livin in with us moved away, me and darling Kevvie got a studio flat instead of a proper flat (to save money yeah) Which brought us back to Wembley. That place was crap, no shit. There was so many problems I'm tellin' ya. First of all the bloody drain was blocked, which stinked up the whole place and left me with massive headaches. I never knew blocked drains gave you headaches. It gave them to me. So the washing mashine wouldn't drain and so on and so forth. Plus there was mice and droppings everywhere and they even got to the box of chocolates my husband gave to me on V-day. Bloody fuckers. And what else... Yeah fucking boiler broke down whenever it bloody felt like it. Which was around 54 times daily. So no heating and no hot water. And we're in bloody winter. And since I haven't been around here long enough, had I had balls, I swear they would have dropped off from the cold. (Not a joke) So a month later we came to the place where I am living now which is still in Wembley and is lovelay. The only bad thing about this place is that the washing machine is shared. I didn't have any trouble at first but yesterday, this woman asked me if it was my stuff in the machine. I said no and she said to me that there's stuff in the machine and that it wasn't switched on and that she had to use it so she switched it on. She was proper pissed off cos she's got a baby and stuff so I think it's quite hard. So last night I came in and needed to use the bloody machine and there was bloody clothes both on and in the machine. So I went to knock on every door at 22:30. The lady with the baby lives just next to that other ugly bitch I hate and never speak to. That bitch yeah, I think she's got a problem with me. She stares at me with big big eyes whenever she sees me and never says hello. So I knock on lady with a baby's door and ask her if it's her stuff around there and she says no it was there all day. Bitch next door comes and eavesdrop- I know cos her floorboards were creaking and I heard her footsteps. I knock at her door and ask her if it's her stuff and she opens her eyes big and says yes. I say can you please take your stuff out cos I gotta use it init and she gets pissed off but doesn't say anything. Maybe she's stupid (malbar l'inde wadire) So fuck you if you gets pissed init. Whoops, Gordon Ramsay's Kitchen Nightmares is on seeyouse!

2008-12-18T23:38:00.000Z

uninspired

2008-08-13T21:05:00.000+01:00

I ate a packet of Starbuck's Sea Salt flavored crisps the other day and I was amazed by the taste. It was salty. Not as in salty salty but salty salty. Like proper salt. It's casually mentioned on the packaging that they do not use donkey tears to salt their crisps. Which got me wondering. Have I unknowingly been eating donkey extract on other crisps? And how do they manage to get so much donkey tears? Do they breed a special type of donkey that cries 24/7? And keep a bucket just underneath their faces to collect fresh tears? Maybe the scientific name for those types of donkeys is "Donkeynus cryarnus" Or do they keep freshly cut onions near those donkeys? Donkey's tears indeed.

2008-08-04T21:55:00.004+01:00

Hiya all. Oh God. It's been a while since I posted something here. Even Kevin took notice!!! And commented about it!!! Hihi. Oh well everything is going real smooth except for the fact that I got paid two weeks ago and a trip to Oxford street just a day later ensured that I got broke-er than I was before I got paid. Hihi. But what to do eh? I'm a girl after all. I spent like 50 quid only on slap only to find out this week that my eyeliner has finished- no wonder tho. The amount of the stuff I put on my eyes everyday is amazing, and I am further amazed it took me like 6 months to finish this one- not a year or so like the previous ones. Everybody goes out with an amazing layer of slap on, unlike in Mauritius so I find myself either running out of it or not matching my skin tone anymore as I've gone a paler shade than when I was back home in Mauritius. Now I've been begging Kev for an eyeliner but he just said "I'll think about it" What's there to think about? I need eyeliner. I just need it. Like chocolate. Now when I am thinking about what I've been ranting on I feel like a vain person. Lord help me. I was never like this back in Mauritius. If there was one thing I couldn't be bothered with, it was make up. But here you know, everyone wears fancy slap. So I try to follow the trend yeah. Yeah.

2008-07-20T21:17:00.002+01:00

Ola Sunflowers! Has it been so long! Well, I've been buzywuzy with almost everything. I kept on thinking about posting but then something else would crop up so I'd have to do it. Oh well. Even Kevin was asking me why I wasn't posting. It's only cos I started working. You know. Plus you have to be a full time housewife as well. And a blogger... Too much. Shit I just remembered I have something really important to do. Laters.

2008-06-19T17:43:00.002+01:00

Hello Sunflowers! Howdy? Hmmm I just wanted to say I started a job training on Monday and I like it. I've got these 2 exams coming up so I'm studying quite hard. If I pass the exams, I'll start working for them. Hihi.

I wanted to share something with you guys... sorry, sunflowers. I had a real bad pain in my left foot a few minutes ago. I couldn't stand it so I took a painkiller. No big deal. But did you know that people are addicted to painkillers? The slightest pain and they pop pills. I know that because I read an article on it in a magazine somewhere. That's why I'm very careful and think a dozen times before doing painkillers. Since the beginning of this year, I've taken painkillers only three times. That's an average of one pill every two months. Which is like 60 days, 1 pill. Some people take a pill everyday or so. Oh well. Think about your consumption of painkillers.

2008-06-13T12:17:00.003+01:00

O yara dhol baja ke, o yara jashn mana ke!

I was at home the other day and heard the sound of "dhol" being beaten. Actually, I had seen what a dhol was like on TV, but had never seen it in real life. I mean the ones we have in Mauritius are completely different. Everybody around here (people in my family) are crazy about dhol. Ash once told me, if you go to an Indian nightclub and they're beating the dhol there, you have to be one lazy arse not to get up and dance since it's wicked. So on that particular day, I heard some loud banging sounds I screamed "Fi! Dhol! Nou al geter!" So me and Preety took the camera and rushed towards the sound. Actually what happened was that a chicken shop had just opened and the owner of the shop was probably Punjabi so that might explain all the commotion. As soon as we reached there, they stopped beating the dhol. We were really dissapointed and said "Please do it again, we came down just to see you" They laughingly told us they were just having a drink of water. Then they started it again. It was wickeddd! I called Kevin to come and listen too. We really wanted to dance and the guys were egging us to. But we knew Kev would be here in a few moments so we didn't. Anyway, there's a few pics.

2008-06-05T12:41:00.003+01:00

I burnt myself on Friday. It hurt like hell and it blistered too.

The first blister broke and there was loads of liquid in it. Then another blister came up. By that time Kev was like "Go to the GP" When I went to the GP, the bitch of a receptionist was busy with some work. I just stood there like an idiot for something like a full minute before she acknowledged my presence. I mean what if I had dropped dead during the one minute that went by? I said good morning to her, and that cunt just stared at me blankly and said "Yes?" She didn't even bother to say good morning. I told her that I was burnt and that I didn't have an appointment, if I could see the GP. She just very rudely said "We don't do burns, go to Chaplin Road Hospital" And that's it. Her head just went right back down to her paperwork. I don't understand why people can be so rude. When I later told Ash about it, he told me that I should have told me earlier so that he could have "casse so liki" Hehe. Don't matter, we gonna complain to the NHS. Hehe. Oh well, I went to the hospital and told the doctor that the GP's secretary told me to go straight to the hospital "cos they didn't do burns" She looked at me in a weird way and said "Reeeally?" and smiled. Then I found out that I had a 2nd (!) degree burn and that I should get it dressed everyday or else it might get infected... Today it's looking much better. Yesterday the doctor told me that I no longer needed to come get my dressing done, that it's healing properly. Oh well that's sorted then! :-) Have a nice day.

2008-06-01T21:13:00.004+01:00

As from today, flowers are banned from the house because of hay fever. Or should I say because Kev has hay fever. As soon as he woke up he's been sneezing his nose off. So there will be no more bouquets on my chest of drawers and no one has the right to buy flowers. The flowers that are already here have been moved to the kitchen window sill. (N.B The kitchen is a Kevin free zone)

We (Preety and I) were cleaning the house the other day and she was bare tired so she thought she'd sit down on the stool that I had dumped there to keep the door open. I was in the kitchen and she starts to yell "Aveish, there's a guy pissing there! Come quick!" So I took the camera and caught him in the act. I wanted to shout "Smile, you're on pissing camera!" But since he was quite far away, he wouldn't have heard me. So I'm limiting myself to shouting on my blog.

Smile, you're on pissing camera!

Hehe.

2008-06-01T21:07:00.001+01:00

Oink oink

1 little pig

2 little pigs

3 little pigs

2008-05-27T23:38:00.002+01:00

I'm pathetic. I never blog and when I do, I do. It's the 2nd time this day. I was just thinking. I'm so lonely. I don't have any friends. I don't do anything exciting. My life is boring. I'm a housewife. My big excitement is looking after Kev. When I'm done with the housework, I sit and read. Apply for jobs online. Watch people through the window. Go to the library. I cannot watch loadsa telly cos it's boring. I don't call people up cos I hate talking on the phone. I wanna go to Barham park. There's a funfair there. Kev works. The 2-3 people I know are either working/broke/on holidays in Mauritius. I was telling Kev, "You know, I should go out more." He comes out with "DEFINITELY." Then I realised, "Yeah, I just sit at home and read. It's not boring to read. But where's the excitement?" I wanna go out. I wanna have friends. I miss Anna Ruby. I miss my job. My friends Pravita and Angela. Going to Bazar Port Louis and eating boulettes. I'm so lonely. HELP ME!

2008-05-27T20:59:00.002+01:00

I just watched 10 Years Younger on 4 that left me blubbering like a John Terry look alike. This lady, yeah she wore glasses for like 20 years and she just went for laser surgery. 3 minutes each eye and she no longer had to wear glasses. I have been wearing glasses for the last mmmmm 10 years- I was around 14 then. Then I started doing contact lenses at 17 or 18. But still, when I wake up in the morning, first thing I have to do is either wear my lenses or hunt for my glasses. I have 2 pairs of glasses which I am always losing and 3 pairs of contact lenses. 1 pair's gray, for special days, and 2 pairs clear ones. One for everyday use and the other one I use whenever I forget to add solution to the 1st pair. Which is quite often. But imagine. Waking up one day, and just walking around without bothering about looking for glasses or popping contact lenses. One thing that makes me laugh is the amount of time that people who don't usually wear contact lenses take when they put them on. For me, it's not more complicated than pulling on my jeans and tshirt. Anyway I'm not here to discuss my dexterity at wearing lenses. I was just thinking about not wearing lenses or glasses and walking around. Must be really cool. Anyway you must be thinking, what's this bitch on about, there's blind people all over the place, she should be grateful. If you're thinking that, fuck you. Thanks for reading about my sadness though. It takes the weight off my tender, tender shoulders. Ciao bellos e bellas.

2008-05-21T12:45:00.005+01:00

Ola, como vai? Oh God so much has happened since last time. Yes I did go to Blackpool by car and no, I won't go by car again. My back and waist still hurt when I think about that trip. It was 10 hours of sitting in a cramped car. Fuck it. And I wasn't even rewarded with the view of a sea when we got there. Well, there was a sea... But not quite to the standards us Mauritians are used to. Brace yourselves.

Actually Kev's cousin lives in Pleasure Beach in Blackpool. There's this funfair there, I went in but didn't do any rides because we were in a hurry. But next time we'll go in summer- when it's proper hot, and have a go at all the rides.

Then there was my birthday. It all went quite well, the cake looked nice as well but I made a mistake announcing to everyone that the cake was supposed to be a sponge one but it turned out to be a bit biscuity like. Everybody just stared at me and when it was finally time to cut the cake, Kev had to hold the table cos it was moving around when I was cutting it

That's me and my cards and stuff. I got a huge Me To You card and a big box of chocs and a white lion plush from Kev. Everybody said that me and the lion- whose name is, by the way, Kenny- have the same haircut. Hehe. So now I have 3 babies- Kenny, Kitty and Kelvina. When I told Kev that I'd called him Kenny, he said it was an ugly name. Only when I explained that "But Kev, Kenny starts with a "K", just like Kelvina and Kitty, just like their daddy, Kevin!" did he laugh and say I'm crazy. Just look at my babies. They so cute!

Then came the cake eating part.

I got stuck with so much cake I was suffocating. But all the same we had fun. That's it baby, seeya.

Off to Blackpool?

2008-05-02T13:19:00.003+01:00

Ooh la la. It's been a while, hasn't it? Erm where do I start? Kevin's birthday. Yeah. So on the 25th it was my bunny's birthday. Since it was the first time we were celebrating a birthday together, I baked him a cake and roasted a chicken. My brother in law wouldn't believe it when I gave him cake and roast chicken to eat. He kept on saying "No, is it really yours? Where'd you buy it?" Oh well, admire them a bit.

My roast chicken

Ok the icing looks wonky but I'm no good with drawing...

Aww look at my baby!

Look at his cute, cheeky smile!

That night, he kept on snuggling and hugging me, saying "Thanks for the best birthday ever!" I even got him roses as a birthday pressie and he told me "It's the first time someone gives me flowers!"

It was so cool seeing him smile so much. He was really happy. Oh well, that made me happy as well.

Oh and tomorrow I might be going to Blackpool. I heard it's 5 hours ride by car... Boring...

2008-04-20T21:29:00.007+01:00

Scared shitless.

I'd been nagging El Kevino for sometime to take me to a funfair. He did. I'll never ever bother him to take me to one again. I don't really know how to explain. Let's just say it's a longgggggg pole that goes round and round and round. It's feets tall. As soon as I saw it I said to Kev, "I wanna ride this one! Mo pou monter! Mo pou monter!" He said ok. As soon as I sat one the seat and the guy clipped down the upper bit, I looked at my baby and thought "If I die who's going to take care of him?" He was smiling in a sick way. He hates rides. Then the thingie went up. As soon as it was halfway, it started picking up speed. Then I thought that that damn thing had to come back down. And back down it came the MOTHERFUCKER. I started screaming and screaming and screaming. I was the only one on the ride. I felt so sick to my stomach. I felt like... I have goosebumps when I try to recall that. 20 seconds into the ride I was like "Fuck off, I don't wanna look!" But after a few moments, curiosity got the better of me and I opened my eyes. Big mistake. Actually my head was down, I could see the sky between my thighs. I think it goes on or one minute or something. But that one minute was the scariest of my life. I thought about all those times I watched scary movies and thought I was scared. Or the times I sneaked into the house pissed out of my head, hoping my parents wouldn't notice, and being scared they'd find out. Those things are so puerile when you compare them to what I've been through in that ride. Then after some time, I screamed "STOP ITTTTTTTTTTTTTT, OH PLEASE STOP, MAKE IT STOP, KEV MAKE THEM STOP" But the bastard was talking to the guy who was in charge. I later found out that he told the guy that I had been begging him to take me, and that it was my first time. The guy said "The way she's screaming, it's her last. She won't come back again!" You bet your arse I won't, you fucker. When the thing finally came down with the powerfullest (most powerful) "WHOOOSH" after being suspended for some while high up, I was screaming and slobbering and begging that guy to "Undo me, undo it, lemme down please", I ran straight to the safety of Kevin's arms and cried and cried and cried while he held on to me saying "Shhh Aveish, it's over, fini bb, to avec moi aster, nou al lakaz, it's over bouba, please don't cry" But no amount of cajoling could make me stop crying. I couldn't walk, I was going round in circles I think. I was hysterical and told Kevin "Mo pa pou monter, mo pa pou monte lor sa, never again, pa fer moi monter please!" People were staring but like fuck I cared. So we sat down in the park and Kev talked to me a bit more. I cried so much I ruined my make up. Then I begged my shuga to take me to the car because I wanted to go home. He first asked me to clean my face or else people would think we were arguing. I cleaned my face, then I started crying again. I was crying all the way to the car. Then I calmed down. But then Kev took the piss and went "To pou al funfair encore Minoush?" I started crying again. We came back home, I got in bed and Kev came to cuddle me in bed and I cried and cried and cried. I still have goosebumps when I think about that. He's still going on about funfairs and rides and "Pa fer movais sinon mo amen toi funfair"

Ayo let's talk about something cheery now. On Thursday, me and the girls went to Greenwich. Since they're much cooler than Kev, I wore pink tights under my ripped jeans, and a pink t shirt. (Something I'd never do when I'm out with him- he won't let me) The weather was nice but windy. We went to the park there, where there's the observatory. I find it funny. We used to learn about "Greenwich Mean Time" in primary. I never thought I'd go there someday. But I did. And I'm proud. The view from there is so nice. I actually went to Greenwich cos I wanted to visit the place. But the the girls went there as they wanted to eat a chinese. There's a nice Chinese restaurant there. Then we visited the painted hall and the chapel- it's in the university complex. Then there's those stairs that lead you to the river Thames. I went down and got a rock and it sits proudly on my chest of drawers now. I've named it my "Roche Greenwich-Thames"

It's so tiny and cute. I liked Greenwich but I think I'll like it better in the summer. We'll go there again sometime soon. And oh, we forgot the camera home so we couldn't take pics. But we made up for it when we came back home. We took pics of ourselves at home.

Ah and the other day Maneka was making breakfast and we opened a can of baked beans only to find out that it had no tomato sauce in it. A quick call to Heinz's 0800 number got me a £2 voucher on the next day. Thank you Heinz.

2008-04-15T22:10:00.006+01:00

EL NINO!

God I had loadsa fun today. Ok. How do I start. With the beginning? Ok. Right. Ok. So I woke up early and got ready to go to Ram Mandir which is in Southall. It's the first time I went there and I must say I was impressed. It was really nice. I knew what I wanted to wear and Kev wasn't so sure. So I made him wear something that had just come through the post yesterday:

My shugabunny and his LFC jersey.

He goes around saying stuff like"Fernando Torres", "El Nino", "He's the BOI!" He pats his jersey and says "I'm the BOI, the living legend, YOU'LL NEVER WALK ALONE!" And one thing I learnt recently is that his father named him after his favourite player- Kevin Keegan or Kevin Keagan, excuse my spelling. So that's why his nick name is KingKev. Haha.

Then we came back home and Maneka told me that she was going to City as she wanted to pop into Primark for a top or something. Since I had a few things to get for Kevin's birthday, I just changed and off we were. We first went to Wembley and hit the poundshops as she said I'd get a good baking tin for the cake I'll be baking Kev for his birthday. We saw those really cool candles with "I love you" written on them and loads of little hearts. It was little cube candles and each cube had a letter on it. We didn't fancy carrying those big sticks of candles to the City and since there were only 2 of them left, we went to the counter and asked the girl politely if she could keep them for us and we'd pick them up tomorrow. She said sure. Then she was trying to write Maneka's name on the plastic bag and it wouldn't write. She was a bit hassled. Then she just blurted: "Where are you from?" So me and Maneka go realy loud "MAURITIUSSSSS!" and she goes "I thought so! I'm from Seychelles! I heard you speaking Creole, that's why I asked" I laughed and said "Yeah Dallon, we neighbours!" That made her laugh and me and Maneka go like "Go on say something in Creole" and she goes "Comment sa va" We went "Yeah!!!!!" It was the first time we saw her there and we asked her if she had just started work and she told us her boyfriend had taken over the shop so she was helping out. I smiled and said "Then you're definitely gonna see us here all the time." We were really elated by that. Weird huh?

Next we went to Primark and as usual I was talking loud Creole. I told Maneka "Eh to conner mo ser in a dan ene magasin Quatre Bornes-" When a big burly white man stopped dead in his tracks, looked down at me right in the face and went "B toi ki top fer la?!" In CREOLE. It was funny. But scary too because I hate big people staring down at me.

Then we were at the counter and I was looking for some gift wrapping paper when I banged my hand hard on something there. I said the usual "Ah mover likilanGETfaliTORMAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH! KKLIKI!"Then too late I realised Primark is a place where loads of Mauritians go- I had met that white creole speaking guy a few moments earlier. A quick look around did everything to reassure me. Only to find, a few moments later that there was this guy with a sleeveless hoodie right in front of me. And there was "LIQUID" written on his hoodie. HE WAS MAURITIAN! I felt a bit ashamed... Not a lot though. Can't be bothered to be ashamed. Swearing is my life end of the day.

We then went to Clinton's where I got candles for my shuga's cake:

I wanted to take another set of candles that spelt "Old Git" but Maneka said "He probably won't understand what GIT means"
That's true though. He amazes me at times. The other day he was studying for a food safety exam and he went "Aveish kieter sa 'rodent'?" I was shocked. But still I answered saying "Rats, mice... to conner" and then after a few moments "Aveish 'gravy' kieter?" To which I said "To conner sa lasauce pomme de terre gagner dan ti bol dan KFC la, samem sa." He kept on reading and then "Aveish 'kwish' kieter?" I just stopped typing on the computer, put my glasses on, made a stern face and went: "Kwish? Ki kwish? QUICHE! Ene tarte saler. Tarte dou dire tarte, tarte saler dir QUICHE. Dire moi to p take the piss la? Non eski to p take the piss?" He went all angry and went "Mo gagne droit demande toi kan mo pa conner non?" The thing is, I wonder how he's become a lawyer. I mean come on. He knows complicated stuff but not the smallest things. He's lived in the UK for 10 years. He's bought Rodent poison for the house in Wembley and has never heard the term rodent before, he's eaten loads of gravy and quiches but he still wonders they are. MEN!

2008-04-14T14:56:00.003+01:00

Yesterday was my sister in law Swapna's birthday. She called us over for dinner and we went there. We had fun, it was nice. I was sitting with Niroy on the couch and saw that he had a nice little bracelet. It was woven from thick threads and was blue, red and white. The following conversation went on ("Toy" is Niroy's nickname):

Me: "Toy that's a nice bracelet you got here. Where did you get it?"
Him: "Yeah. It's a remembrance braysh-let."
Me: "Remembrance bracelet?"
Him: "REMEMBRANCE braysh-let yes."
Me: "What's that supposed to be? Why do you wear it?"
Him: "You put it and when you see it in your hand you remember that you have to do something, you put it because it makes you to remember do do this or that."
Me: "Ah ok I get it"
Him: "That's it"
Me: "So what did you forget to do that you had to wear a remembrance bracelet to remember you have to do it?"
Him: "I don't remember"

2008-04-12T11:53:00.004+01:00

Froot Jelly

We had loads of strawberries and kiwis at home and since fasting is going on I decided, in a burst of inspiration, to make a fruit jelly. I had bought a couple of Jelly Sticks from Oriental City the other day and I thought, let's go. The results, I must say, sunnyflowers, was FAB and DELICIOUS. Enjoy...

2008-04-07T15:33:00.004+01:00

Aveish's Smita-esque weekend

I went to Smita's on Saturday. It was so overdue. I felt so fucking sad to leave Kev on his own and after a few tears from me and "Don't be silly I will manage, Yes Aveish I will try to miss you, I will text you, I will try to think about you all the time, I will try my best to feel sad when I get to bed and hug no one but our stuffed toys" from Kevin on Friday night, we fell asleep. On Saturday morning I woke up with him at 4 (because he had an early start on that day) and made him some Nestum and sniffled a bit, he casually asked me what time I was to leave home. When I said 4pm he said "I don't think I'll be back before 4" I felt so sad... Well anyway he went to work and I slept and then woke up again and went to Wembley to get Smit's gift. I was back at around 1pm then at around 2 when I was watching MTV and having lunch I heard "Ki score? Kisana p gagner" I nearly choked on my diri-lentil-rougaille poisson salé lunch. He was back before he was due!!!!! And he gave me a huge smile and I was so happy and he just plonked down on the sofa and went "Met footie ta! Mone gagne pou sorti boner, mo dire mo vine get football" I was like "You're not here to see me?" He goes "Wa wa sa si, mo pou manger la, taler to fer ene dité pou moi. Korek sa, res trankil mo p get footie la" Men. After footie and TEA, he goes "How would you like me to come with you to Chancery Lane (Where me and Smits were meeting up.) I was like yeah why not. So he came with me and we met Smits and as soon as she saw me she jumped on me and gave me a huge cuddle. I like it when she cuddles me but she cuddles me in a way that makes me feel like a 3 year old. I mean if we're at home and she cuddles it's fine. But on the streets everybody stares. Maybe they think I'm a retard? So then we went to Smits' and I made farata, chouchou touffer, rougaille champignon and red and green and yellow pepper salad and she made chick peas masala. Really nice. Yummy. She was very happy with all the food. Then we talked a bit till 3 am then we drifted off to sleep. At 7 am Kevin called me and said "Shiro Janana!! La neige p tomber!" I was like "Yes I'm sleeping yes ok bye" Then I told Smita about it she was like "Yeah" When I was wide awake later on, I went to the window and said "Look Smit, snow!" She went "Ki gogot sa mo bizin al lekol" But the snow was really thin. It wasn't extraordinary. We then set out. Her back to school, me back to Kingsbury...

Mamzelle p fer so zes.

Fatty trying to eat some snow

2008-04-04T20:46:00.002+01:00

I'm so... SO right now cos I SO can't find my wallet which contains many things but particularly my Orange Top Up and Oyster cards. I can't be bothered to get a voucher and top up my phone. And I'm going to Smit's place tomorrow so I'll need my Oyster as well. I've been looking for that damn wallet all over the place. I dunno where to look and Kev won't help me look for it either. This is SO unfair because I always help him out. Whenever he looks for something I mean. I'm sad. Where will I get that wallet? Eh likitorma vine devant moi do gogot. Another thing that's doing my head is a gift for Smita, cos it's her birthday. She likes Bratz dolls so I was thinking about giving her one. But Kev looked at me in an angry way. He then told me she's too old for dolls. But how do I explain to a nearly 30 year old that Bratz dolls are sluts? But where is my wallet? I know I haven't dropped it somewhere because I distinctly remember pulling out my Boots and Lloyds TSB cards and throwing the wallet somewhere in my room and running out to Boots. Oh well. I'll just have to keep looking and pack my bags. Have a nice weekend kids.

2008-03-31T14:39:00.002+01:00

Keep bleeding, keep keep bleeding love.

One thing that annoys me is what has become or what is becoming of Amy Winehouse. I mean please. She's- at least she used to be beautiful and her voice is so good. But drugs are doing her head in. It's a shame seeing talented young people do all sorts of stuff to themselves. Oh well. I'm off to listen to Leona Lewis' Bleeding Love. Amy, getta grip.

2008-03-28T16:58:00.004Z

Alalaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

I was applying for jobs online when Preety knocked like crazy on my door and got in and told me to open the windows and look out. Shit I'm so happy I have to write it in Creole or else it won't do justice to the happiness I feel. Apparently some niggers were acting dumb on the bus. So the driver stopped and called the police. Hehehe.

Nation mover langet torma to liki pou casser couma boutey. Fer gogot partou kot to aller, banla pou fanne to fesse en 2. Li bon pou zot ban ti graine. La police casse zot likiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2008-03-25T21:56:00.013Z

*Snow*

I have finally seen it! The snow! At Easter! How strange but nice! I had given up on the idea of finally seeing it and was well chuffed when it was there. On Saturday it was very sleety (rain and snow together) The snow was too thin and it melted as soon as it touched the ground or my skin. I was looking outside the window in the kitchen when I saw it. As soon as I realised what it was, I ran out, excited and started screaming. But I was very dissapointed to see it not sticking. Then on Sunday, it was sleety again. Then after a few moments the flakes came down bigger and bigger. It was magical. I went outside again and opened my mouth and ate a few flakes. Hihihi. There's a park near to where I live and as I am new to snow, and I know that it can be pretty spectacular, I armed myself with the camera and shot away. A nice way to spend Easter Sunday...

2008-03-21T15:05:00.002Z

I'm eating a mango salad right now. Man. SO good.

I was in bed last night, at around 1 am. I couln't sleep. Maneka called and asked if she could borrow a pair of shorts and a tee shirt for Alan as he was gonna come in. So I took the opportunity to get off the bed. When I went in the kitchen we realised that there was no food left for Alan. So at 1 am me and Maneka cooked some rougaille dizef and zaricot tanne touffer. Alan had his dinner and we were up having Carribian Twist and Archers til 03:30. Then I went to bed and slept like a log. At 4 there was hailstones but I didn't know about it. Sad. There's sleet forecasted for tomorrow. Well. Oh yeah and I'm adding another Weatherpixie cos the other one is for Mauritius weather. Let's go.

2008-03-19T16:41:00.004Z

Sealed with a kiss

Hiya bloggaz. I'm just about to go to the gym and I have a few spare moments so I decided that I have to write something. Which I am doing. I was watching out of my room window earlier and school was out and since I live just opposite Kingsbury station, I often see people coming in and out of that station. It's Easter soon and I think there's a school near where I live cos there's always loadsa school kids walking around. Today all of the kids were dressed. They looked really funky. One of the girl was wearing bright neon orange overknee socks on a brown pair of Uggs and a pink tutu. A fat boy was wearing a pink bunny rabbit costume. It was so cute seeing them. They were really funky. And one girl was Red Riding Hood and another one was Tinkerbell. Kids. Me and the girls are not to be outdone though. We bought these cute pink jammies with 2 seals in the front and "Sealed with a kiss" written on them at Primark some time back and as soon as we got them, after shower we just put them on an filed into the living room one after the other giggling like idiots. Kevin took one look at us and said "Eh ki zot gagner? Zot folle non?" There's only one answer to that: WE MIGHT BE CRAZY BUT WE'RE FLIPPIN' CUTE!

2008-03-18T21:41:00.008Z

Hello all. Oh God it's been a while init? So much's happened. I dunno what to say. I don't work anymore and I'm looking for another job. I've joined the gym and I go everyday. I had a nice weekend and me and Kev went to Ikea on Sunday to get a chest of drawers. It was in a kazillion bits and pieces with like 700 different screws and nails and whatnot but me and my babes worked at it. And in less than an hour and a half the thing was done. It was really nice doing it. Some piccies.

Not bad eh?

Yeah and I also got a(nother) haircut which sent my mum "Look at you!" Our friend Jessica got it done in our bathroom. Was quite nice.

Before

After

And as usual I did clumsy stuff. Kevin's uncle came over to stay and this is what I did one day to his toothbrush. I swear it had legs and was moving on its own. Or else it's a world conspiracy. Everybody places everything in a way that when it comes to my turn, everything is gonna go wrong. I was just opening that bloody cabinet to take out my toothbrush yeah, and it just happened.

I felt so shameful. Just two days before I accidentally let his tongue grater fall in the same place. I was stammering when I broke the truth to him cos I felt so shameful, doing this to a guest, who is our uncle. But fortunately he just laughed it off and gave me money to buy him another toothbrush.

Hmm and on Saturday I went to this Mauritian party in the honour of the 40th anniversary of the Republic of Mauritius. Nitish Joganah was singing live. It was so nice hearing his songs. Dilo areter 9hr, Crapo crier... God. It felt like I was back in Mauritius.

Long live Mauritius.

Long live Mauritians.

Long live Mauritians who live in the UK.

And who want to eat glasson raper.

2008-02-23T22:58:00.002Z

Nation Pilon.

I don't have anything against colored people. I'm colored myself so...

But today was a crap day.

It started out real fine. But then things got bad in the evening. I was on the High Road, getting some stuff then I went to Sam's for chicken wings. As usual there was the usual SHIT LOAD of BLACK SON OF BITCHES sitting there. I paid no attention to them and got it. This tall black arsehole comes up to me and says "Tell me your name babe, gimme your number." I walked straight to the counter and he gets the cheek to put his hand on my hip and goes "You're good, what's your name babe?" Black cunt faces here are so full of shit. They gang up and beat you up and they carry knives and stuff. This guy was like mpre than 6 feet tall and pushed him back and said "Hey what you want? Leave me alone!" He was shocked. How could a girl who isn't a black arse like him stand up to him like that. I stared at him and he stared back and he got so angry his lips were trembling. I was so angry I forgot about the golden rule "When black cunt faces look at you, ignore them, walk away" But this son of a cunt there, I was so angry. I kept on staring at him, and he became angrier and angrier. I just stared with anger. And to my amazement he walked away and sat down with his mates. I was so angry I shouted at the crew member and said "Gimme 4 wings" I then banged the one quid down. Those crew members. They could have done something. They could have told the black cunthole to get off. When I went out, I could hear black fuck taking the piss from his friends. They were making fun of him for being stood up by a diminutive asian. He said "Eh hello ... " and something else I didn't understand. I live a few steps away and up the stairs. I took out my personal alarm and held it in my right hand, holding the trigger with the left hand, ready to pull. I then got scared that he'd follow me and stab me or something. But he stayed in. Sad fucker.

You sad black fuckface, I hope you drop dead tomorrow you son of a single lesbian mother fucked senseless by a leper.

Whoa. That felt good writing it down.

I'm thinking about this other time. I was pulling on my gloves and Kev was in front of me. This guy. East European or something. He was pissed out right of his head. He comes up to me and touches me. I yelp and jump back. He goes "Please do me a favor..." I look at him and point my finger and go "Get the fuck outta my face or else Imma fucking kick your arse" The guy held up his hands and says "Ok"

Oh fuck.

I'm going to bed.

2008-02-18T20:16:00.000Z

Hello all. Oh fuck you. I don't wanna write.

2008-01-22T18:33:00.000Z

~Avikev~

Heya kids. I mean Sunflowers... Hmmmmm I've been so fucking busy layte-lee. Shopping, eating, sleeping, spying on squirrels... I've gone from long hair to short hair again... Finally. I had it done in the City for an amazing ten quid. It's usually £20. Nice one. Hihi. Plus it's really funky with little bits hanging around and stuff. You can't really see it in the photo but I don't have any more recent ones.

This was taken few days ago when we invited a friend over for dinner. Needless to say Mauritian food was all over the place. I had made a prawn curry thingie which everyone liked (nothing new in there)

Ash (pictured here with good old bad old Kelvina) had a thing against her. I didn't know it was that bad. But something happened that saddened me forever.

So he was just fooling around with Kelv see, and I was working on Kev's laptop and he asks me if I got any laces. He tells me he needs one for his pants or something. A bit distracted, I pull a couple out and fling them to him. He leaves me alone for a few minutes and he starts whistling or something, he goes "Get sa!" I'm like "Kiena? Pa agace moi!" I turn around and see him lying on the bed, whistling. I turn around and keep on working, he whistles again and goes "Look here yeah!" Something in his voice tells me there's something wrong I turn around, expecting to see that he had broken my nice candles (That's the nice thing with the UK- you get loads of fab candles in £1 shops- needless to ask where my pounds have been going)

-=*SunflowerAviSunflowerCandles*=-

Ok so this is not a sunflower candle ad or something. But I just couldn't resist from showing off.

Back to business...

Hmmm... What was I saying? Ah yes. Kelvina. So I turn around to see if Ash's broken candles or something and see this:

Too choked up to write more.

So long my mournful Sunflowers.

RIP KELVINA

(Ma I know you are reading this. No need to text Ashvin to say "Well done")

2008-01-04T14:39:00.000Z

Skwirrelz

Hello there Sunflowers. Well, I'm still same, stay at home and do nothing. I haven't been to the city at all since I moved. That's fucking sad. Kev's working now. So we can't really go out. I don't wanna go shop or anything. I'm done buying all my stuff. I just wanna go out. Tomorrow Kevin's taking me and Niroy out. There's this amusement park they set up which is closing on the 6th. I've been begging for ages to be taken there. Kev finally gave in. Piccies tomorrow. Speaking of piccies, I saw some squirrels this morning. There were three of them in all, dancing on our garage roof. Well, not dancing, but you know. Doing them squirelly stuff. And I took some pictures of them. Does anyone know how to catch them? I feel so lonely. I could use a furry pet.

I just watched "The Descent" It's crap.

In a few mo me and Maneka are going to Ealing road to get some grocery shopping done. I swear down there's no food left at home. Only carrots and brinjals and green and red peppers. What the fuck can you come up with with only these few things?

One thing that bothers me is that it won't snow. I haven't been around enough to know it but I have been told that it will be a lot less cold after it snows. So what are you guys waiting up there to started pissing down fat flakes? Seriously.

I bet snow is interesting for only 15 minutes. Then everything is gonna become slushy or "chap chap" as we say in Mauritius. I am looking forward to making my first snowman and snow angel. Needless to say that you will be the very very very first people to see my art... Maybe I should make a punk snowman. With a safety pin up its nose and ears or something.

2008-01-02T17:16:00.000Z

Hello Sunflowers and Happy New Year. So much stuff has been happening lately. Mostly partying and shopping. Now that the excitement of Christmas and New Year are over, shopping has started. Hehe. Xmas wasn't bad actually. We got pissed and I don't really remember what I did. Hmmmmm.... Well Alan's (friend) Mum and Dad went back o Mauritius on Xmas day so we all went to the airport to see them off.

My nephew Niroy who calls himself "cheeky monkey" and who is a gangster in training.

My sister in law Maneka, Niroy, and me, with our silly hats. Needless to say everybody was staring at the airport.

Then on New Year's Eve, we were invited to Kevin's cousin's place for dinner.

Awww Mr and Mrs Lukeeram!

New Year's day started out nice. I went to my grandpa's to have dinner. He lives in Watford. He has a nice garden...

It was like 4-5 degrees outside and only had a t shirt on and I absolutely wanted to take a pic of their garden for my blog. They thought it was weird that I was outside in the cold taking piccies.

In the evening we were sitting in the lounge talking to family in Mauritius on the phone. We were nearly done when we heard this big crash. Me, Kev, Ash and Alan all rushed to the small room next to the kitchen and looked up. I have to explain something here. The upstairs bathroom is straight above that room. And we were all taking the piss that someday the bathtub was gonna come sailing down on us. That's not exactly what happened but a big portion of the ceiling came down.

The plaster and bits of the ceiling came down on the treadmill and bike.

We all went "Oh fuck" and I was laughing my head off. A few minutes later I was cleaning up the stuff and water was dripping over my new clothes and the junky thing was getting to my new white Adidas trainers. I lost my smile then. I had to have a big bowl of chocolate ice cream to perk up again.

Oh well it was different way to spend New Year's day...

2007-12-28T15:35:00.000Z

Hello there Sunflowers. Hmmmmm. I have so little time right now. I'm supposed to be meeting up with Kev at 4pm and I'm still at home... Just wanted to let you lot know I'M A HOUSEWIFE. I sit at home and cook and clean and hoover and wash and dry clothes. Fackin sad init?
Yesterday I got some excitement tho. I went to the movies with Kev, my Mum in law, my sister in law Maneka and a friend, Alan. I found out Manek has the same thoughts as me regarding license plates. See, Kev's car number ends with UMS so we say UMMMMMSSSSS. Neeraj's (Bro in law) car number ends with FKN so we say FUCKIN ELL. We got some nice numbers in the cinema parking lot. Like DLP- Dilip. And others I don't remember. Oh fuck off. I'm sick and tired of using a laptop. The keys are fucking compacted. Bye.

2007-12-27T17:57:00.000Z

Hello babiessssssssssssssssssss. I'm in Wembley. It's six pm. I'm hungry. And the weather sux. It's freezing cold. 5 days have gone by since I'm in the UK. I think I'm settling in just fine. I NEED TO GET A JOB FAST. I have only been shopping and sleeping and eating since I got here. I went to St Ann's yesterday to shop. I got so fucking bored. I just wanna go back to work. It's been a month yesterday since I quit my job. I don't give jack if I have to be a cashier in some Asda or something.... Just get back to work and earn money... Seeya lot around. CHEERS!

2007-12-20T11:58:00.000Z

I GOT MY VISA TODAY! I'M GOING TO GREAT BRITAIN!!!!! -4 DEGREES CELSIUS DAN LA NUITE FALOURMAMA! SHIT! I'm leaving my Mauritian warmth to go to -4 degrees... Anyway... That's the last time I'm blogging in Mauritius. Sad. Bye Mauritian Sunflowers.

2007-12-13T17:14:00.000Z

Mrs Lukeeram!

That's all I can write for now. No time at all!

2007-12-09T11:06:00.000Z

Hello Sunflowers... I know it's been a while... But some of us were getting married... Oh well I'm finally married to my Kev and we've been on our honeymoon and back again and since he's got a flipping laptop which doesn't have Internet access since they removed the modem I couldn't blog. I came back to my mother's today and forgot the camera back at Kevin's place. So no photos of the wedding and stuff. Only a Sunflower one I took some time ago. I'm so happy, but very tired as well. More later.... Later is when, I dunno, cos I'm going back to Kev's tomorrow.

2007-11-25T14:31:00.000Z

Aveisha Joosery-Lukeeram.

I got married today. Civilly. Next week is the big religious one. Here is my husband. My Kevin. I'd be lying if I said I feel "magical" I just feel weird. Whenever I used to llok at Kevin before we were married, my heart used to beat like crazy and I couldn't believe that he was here with us. But now when I look at him the only thing that comes to my mind is "This is my husband, he loves me, he married me, he wants to care and provide for me" And this feels good. SO fucking good.

2007-11-24T15:15:00.001Z

THIS IS IT.

I'm getting married tomorrow. I mean me and Kevin are getting married tomorrow. Phew. My mum breaks into a song everytimes she sees me "Miss Joosery OUT! Mrs Lukeeram IN!" I say "Joosery-Lukeeram Ma!" She says "Weh be ena Lukeeram ladan, Madame Lukeeram, Miss Joosery OUT, Mrs Lukeeram IN!" Finally. Finally. Finally. I'm happy but not excited as I thought I would be. I'm so tired. I'm too tired to be excited. I swear. I keep on running all over the damn place to get this, sort that, stuff like that. Seriously, I must have looked for a wedding planner. I... Fuck. I dunno what to say. My back hurts. I meant to say something important but forgot.

Yeah. Since the actual wedding ceremony will take place at my house- strange eh? Nowadays everybody gets married in seaside houses and stuff like that. I find that crap actually. What I mean is. My dulha has to come fetch me to my house to take me to his init? So what the fuck? Yeah. So the whole shindig's gonna be at my place. So we are doing loads of things. Like move beds around so as to maximise space and other beds have to be removed. Guess who will be helping out my father? Me! Fancy having calluses before your wedding day. And the greatest thing of all is that we're taking my pc to pieces... So no blogging. But fortunately my cousin who lives in the same yard as me (5 houses in our yard) has a laptop so I think I'll have to cajole him a bit to let me use it. He won't bitch about too much I hope. He owes me a ton cos I he didn't have broadband earlier on and I let him use my connection so many times. I even showed him how to plug the thingies. And when it was brand new, I showed him how to use it properly. He was using it so gingerly. Hihi. I'm not really looking forward to using that thing though. I can't stand the keyboard on a laptop. If I have one someday, I'll plug in a big keyboard and use it. Better. I'm going to have dinner now.

Rest of you Sunflowers chill just like ze laydeee.

2007-11-22T12:35:00.000Z

Durga Puja.

There was Durga Puja at my house today. It's the norm in certain Hindu families before a wedding ceremony. For all the people who do not know what Durga Puja is, I'm not explaining. Ok? It's much too complicated. It's prayers. That's all I can say.

My mum and dad. Notice the shawl on my mum? It's what we call the "chaddar". She wore the same thing on her wedding day. It's still intact with what we call the "gat bandhan." That's what you tie up the bride and groom with before they go round the sacred fire.

Paying respect to fire God- offering a mixture of colored rice and color powder and sugar and cakes and other things I can't remember and clarified butter.

Hmmm... Lady in red...

2007-11-20T18:44:00.000Z

A real eventful weeked though I'm not gonna say where Kevin and I went on Saturday- adult business you see. But on Sunday, it was something else altogether. I woke up and had a shower and went to a place called Creve Coeur. It was so nice. We had to pick up a bouquet of flowers. I nicked Kev's camera, and took some pics of the scenery. They came out just fine.

The mountains and stuff. People actually live on them mountains man. I was wearing a black vest and black pants and heels and ma sister said people don't dress like this in the village and when I got down from the car half of the Creve Coeur population was watching man. My sister was wearing a long sleeved top and she was like incognito.

Ze barn.

Yeah and there was this barn. It had a big huge cow in it. It was in the dark. The cow I mean. I was really tempted to take a pic of it sitting in the barn but I think the flash would have scared it. I got a pic of the barn anyway. Respect cow.

Then Kevin came to pick up the laydees and we went to an engagement in his car while my mum and dad went in their car. Hihi.

Miss Arshika showing off the bouquet. Oooh lala!

Right. This post has been edited because it contained a photo of a person who does not wish to have his photo here.

2007-11-20T15:36:00.000Z

Whoopsie daisies.

My first tag.

I've been tagged by Morinn for the first time in my life. I mean I've been tagged for the first time in my life. And since Morinn did it, it means I've been tagged by Morinn for the first time in my life. Fuck. You get it.
Here it goes.

5 Things I'd love to do before I die:
1. Bungee jump;
2. Swim with sharks;
3. Eat crocodile meat;
4. Get my own back with my fists with some people;
5. Pierce my tongue.

5 things I will not do even if it kills me:
1. Smoke;
2. Stop working;
3. Stop plucking my eyebrows and upper lip;
4. Stop wearing contact lenses;
5. Stop watching scary movies.

5 things I want to say and never will:
1. I never wanted to get married before I was 27;
2. I seriously think I’m the stupidest person on Earth;
3. I’m the best photographer I ever met;
4. I wish Kevin was crazier and more carefree than me;
5. My blog is the best of them all.

5 things I do when I'm away from the public:
1. Straighten my hair;
2. Read;
3. Sleep;
4. Wear my spectacles;
5. All the other things you do on your own- shit, pick your nose, fart...

5 things I'll make you wish you didn't do, if you did: (I dunno- let's try this one) 5 things I wish I didn’t do, which I did:
1. Hit my sister and my father and my mother;
2. Kiss someone else than Kevin;
3. Not pay attention to my studies;
4. Cut my hair myself;
5. Eat so much candy when I was a teenager.

Tarrra!

2007-11-17T13:05:00.000Z

I just came back from PLouis. I have been riewved by The Mauritius Blog Brethren. I'm quite shocked really. I wasn't expecting it this soon. I mean I've been blogging for like uhhh... lemme count 2 years and 3 months. So it takes quite some time to read it. Plus aren't there brilliant-er blogs to be rieviwd (I can't write it proper) (I'm too tired. I can't think straight) (You get it yeah) than mine? They makin me feel so important. Like someone imoporttant. Plus the rivewer (dimoune kine ekrire post la do) said he/she wanna leave his/her diplomaic style.(Ene zourer li pane meter- li pane kit diplomacie la somewhere else.) (b li pa dresser) Can I continue this post later? Merde mo p al dormi, fran.

2007-11-15T16:27:00.000Z

Short post.

This is a short post.

2007-11-14T10:38:00.000Z

I'm thinking of the most bastardliest way to say it but I can't. So I'll do it in a movie star way. Here goes. Thanks go out to my Driving instructor, who is the sweetest and bestest instructor in the world. Kevin, for hounding me to do it. My dad for swearing at me (Ene pissar to pa pou gagner- 5 an si zamai to pou gagne to permit!) My mum for believing in me. And to all those fuckers who stared at me laughed at me on the Casernes parking lot. If I could take my license and shove it up their arses, that would be great. Yes fuckers, I'm a driver. I'm a FUCKING DRIVER! I still have a looooong way to go and loads to learn. But I did it. Triang trianger mone roule gogot la en ene fois si li pane teigne. Triang trianger in boure li dan parking ek fer ariere tou. It's my first time and I did it! One time, straight down! And I'm a girl!!!!! I just came in, I'm going out again. With dad and Kevin. Bye sunflowers!

2007-11-13T17:53:00.000Z

Jack and Jill went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water
I don't know what they did up there
But they came down with a daughter.

Jack and Jill went up the hill

To do some hanky panky

Jack went "Ooh"

Jill went "Aah"

Then out popped baby Frankie.

Jack and Jill went to the dairy

Jack pulled out his big and hairy

Jill said "Oh what a whopper,

Let's get down and do it proper"

How do you tell a Scotsman's clan?

Put your hand up his quilt

And if he's got a Quarterpounder

He's a McDonald.

I'm a little teapot

Short and silly

He's my handle

Here's my willy

When the tea is ready

Hear me hiss

Lift me up

And see me piss.

There was an old man from Crocket

Who went to the moon on a rocket

The rocket went bang

His balls went clang

And his cock ended up in his pocket.

I'm a bit stressed out cos I have driving exams tomorrow. My uncle lent me this fabulous book called "Rude Rhymes" He got it when he studied in Scotland. He came back in 1992 if my memory's working right. So it's an old discolored book which smells old and discolored. It's a fantastic smell that is the smell of old and discolored books. Enfin to comprend ki gogot mo p seye coser? So I'm reading it a bit to de-stressify myself and thought I'd share it with you sunflowers. Nice way to relax. I'm not scared. Just apprehensive. But I really need to get my permit cos I'm sick and tired of asking people to chauffeur me around. I'll let you know tomorrow if I'm a driver. In any case I asked Mr Ramlochun (My instructor) to keep a slot ready for me Thursday morning should I fail my exams and need to go to lessons again.

Ya neva noe.

Another thing that's bothering me is how short I look- or how tall Kevin looks in this pic.

Fuck it I'll wear heels all my life if I have to. It's all good. To have you back is great, to spend the rest of my life waking up in your arms is totally bleeding out of this fucking world. I love you Kevvv. Let's go up the hill.

2007-11-11T19:54:00.000Z

Kev and me went to my Mausi, AuntyPit's today for dinner. We had loadsa fun on the ride back home. Init Kev? Lol. I'm actually wearing a dress. This has shocked quite a few people, including myself. Oh well. I feel so feminine nowadays. It's great. I do my hair and wear make up when we go out. Which is fun. He loves it. Look at him. He the most adorable baby I've ever met. I'm just sad I didn't say yes when he asked me out the first time. Sad boy had to fight me to get me. I think I'll tell our story here someday. I'm not sure. I have to think about a funny way to put it. Cos it's a complicated story. With a happy ending tho. Oh well. Have a nice week my sweet sweet Sunflowers.

2007-11-10T16:07:00.000Z

Growan

I went to Rowan's place today. We had a good laugh. Explanation in pix:

Well me and Arsha went there and we peeked thru his window and we saw this "thing."

I thought it was a small elephant. I thought again- maybe it's a rhino? Upon much peering and Arsha pinching the "thing", we realised it was Rowan! Wowieeeee! Rowan sleeping like a fat bitch!

His mum came to open the door and I rushed right to him to kiss and hug him. He was pointing to his mouth and muttering something. I thought he was still asleep and dreaming about Dita Von Teese or that he wanted to eat something or dreaming about eating Dita Von Teese's something. Then I realised that he was telling me that he had to brush his teeth. So he brushed.

He actually said "Verde sha fou al lor to vlog tanto la" (Merde sa pou al lor to blog tanto la)

When I told his mum that he was brushing his teeth, she said "Wow vrai? Sa zot in fer ene grand travay zot in lev li!"

We laughed and joked for a bit and then it was time to go. I enjoyed myself for the few minutes we were at his place. Hihi.

Me and my blogging Guru.

2007-11-10T15:50:00.000Z

-=Divali 2007=-

This year I spent the best Divali of my life cos my baby was here with me. It was so nice having him back. We had fun. Loads of fun. He was upset cos he didn't get me a gift. On the occasion of our first Divali together. So I blackmailed him. I said "Wear your black kurta tonight, and that will be the best Divali gift you can give me this year." He was like "I don't think I can do that, it's somewhere in my suitcase, it's hard to find!" But when he got down from the car, I saw him in his kurta, and that was IT! This kurta was in my closet for so long. And the first time I saw it, I held it close to my face and cried in it cos it smelled like my baby so much and I was missing him like hell. But now it's all over. We're back together now, and that's what counts. We did our time apart, now we're finally back together and that makes me smile every day when I wake up.

Fouf.

I'm happy we're back together Minou.

2007-11-08T18:46:00.000Z

We had a real nice and relaxed day at... work today. OMG can I talk about work on my blog? Oh my boss is real nice. Well since today is today, like you know what's up tomorrow so we were all very relaxed. So we fooled around a bit. Pravita's cute lickle daughter, Shruti's birthday is coming up so she was gonna organize something for her. She bought like a ton of party favors.

I saw this pink wand in the shape of a star. Did you know that my middle name is Tarkeshwaree which means Goddess Of The Stars? I had this friend who used to call me Starkeshwaree. My totem used to be a star. But then as things change, I changed too. I adopted the Sunflower Attitude when I was 17 I think. But I still use stars as Sunflowers are a bitch to draw. So I had a wand in my hand. The wand was still in its wrapping cos it was for a little girl and I told Prav it's not nice to unwrap kiddies' things (Tander la Fatface?) (Pravita's wisdom teeth are growing, and her face has blown up and I'm calling her Fatface these days) (Sometimes by accident I say Fatfesse)

B kaver kan Miss Joosery gagne ene magic wand dan lamain? LIKIMAMA LEV FOR! I love human beings and try my best to help them in difficult situations. I pointed for:

A bigger bump in Sooseelen's pants. He was swearing at me when I did that.

A bigger front for Fatface.

A bigger behind for Fatface.

Intelligence for Miss Shit-For-Brains.

WHO ELSE CAN CO-ORDINATE HER TOP, HER WAND, AND HER TONGUE, BUT ME?

Si to cone kiken ki kav fer sa la, ek ki seye fer li, faire mo conner, mo desanne likisorma la FRAN! Til then, so long Sunflowers.

2007-11-07T17:25:00.000Z

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!

2007-11-04T11:03:00.000Z

I was reading Gemma's blog and she had this post on swearing. She says it's not pleasant. But what do you do when someone's really pissing you off? You swear. I swear all the time. But I don't mind people who don't swear. But I find it weird that people don't like swearing. Cos swearing is an art. So I guess that does make me somekind of artist eh moverlikilangetfaligogottormapitin? Ahem. And you know where my swearing got me into eh? Nudge nudge wink wink.

I'm so tired right now. I didn't sleep well last night. I was harboring a virus. My whole body hurts. Kevin gave me the flu. It's the 2nd time in 15 months. I said "Non Kev, to conner the saying goes in sickness and in health, so in sickness and in health shall it be." Why can't it always be in health? Why didn't I think that I'd fall ill? Why am I so stupid?

2007-11-03T12:08:00.000Z

Nilou Wilou my man # 1

Deelan Weelan my man # 2

Shugakev my man # 3

2007-11-01T19:46:00.000Z

Kevin just headed back home from dinner at my place. Oh we had so much fun! I proudly report that I am the owner of a movie I've been dying to have- The Party by Peter Sellers. Other stuff he brought was quite nice. But and you should have seen my face when I saw this gift-

I was jumping up and down, screaming. Asda Chocolate Chip Muffins!!!!! I've already eaten 4.

Then we made him some tea which he drank in his Sunflower mug- s'il vous plait!

I go to get Arsha some dessert and come back only to find them scheming

Partners in scheme...

Arsha was like : "Wa be tel diskotek tel dat..." Kevin was like : "Saki to dire..."

Remember "The spaces between my fingers..."

Our fingers still fit...

Baby I'm so glad you're back. I love you.

2007-11-01T10:44:00.000Z

I don't know what to say. Kevin came home today. Kevin is back in Mauritius. I ran to him and he looked at me and said "Don't run, you might fall" I'm so happy.

2007-10-31T15:39:00.000Z

As I type these words, Kevin, yes MY KEVIN, is getting ready to go to the airport to catch a plane, to come back home. D-1. Hahaha!

2007-10-28T16:50:00.000Z

Aveisha dialling Kevin's number as she is worried cos she hasn't heard from him all day. She hears the tone and then roaring comes on the line. There's how it goes:

Kev: Hello!

Aveish: Kev how are you. I've been worried all day about you.

Kev: I'm ok. At the pub. Watching footie.

That explains the roaring- Britons getting pissed on beer and watching footie. Aveish bites her lips to refrain from asking "With whom?" as she doesn't want to sound like she's prying.

Aveish: Ok. So what time you gonna be home?

Kev: Don't wait up for me. I'll be home late. I won't be online. I'm going to Niraj's after the pub.

Aveish bites her lips to refrain from saying "When are you ever online?" as she doesn't want to sound whiny and clingy.

Aveish: Ok. Nice.

Kev: Actually it's my Stag Night tonight. So...

Aveish: Ah ok- Wait- it's your WHAT?

Kev: STAG NIGHT!

Aveish: STAG NIGHT?

Kev: Yeah STAG NIGHT!

Aveish: But I said NO STAG NIGHTS EVER!

Kev: Haha I'm joking. No, it's a family reunion. Before I come back we're like all meeting up.

Aveish: But not a Stag Night? Only family? No strangers? (What she really means is "So you're meeting up with your family, not drowning shot after shot with prostitutes like they do in movies?)
Kev: No, stupid. Family reunion.

Aveish: Ok have fun.

Kev: You too.

Aveish: Right. Bye.

She awaits the usual "Hey WAIT!"

Kev: Hey WAIT!

He awaits the usual "What?"

Aveish: What?

She awaits the usual "Love you buku buku mwah mwah mwah"

Kev: Love you buku buku mwah mwah mwah.

Aveish: Right. Bye.

2007-10-21T19:00:00.000+01:00

Bad luck has been following me all over the damn place. I can't take a step without banging my shin or something. Some examples.

I was reaching out in my desk drawer at work for a few envelopes I had to put in the post and I paper cutted (when you cut yourself with paper in the past tense) myself on one of the envelope flaps. It bled quite a bit. But I got ok real quick.

Some time later, my cousin was visiting us and me and my dad and my sister were all sitting and talking. The things they were saying were quite boring. Something about Northen Rock's shares. I yawned widely and loudly and... my contact lense from my left eye slid off on my cheek. I think it was the wrong side in. He was like "You're very stupid!" Stupid? Me? No way, just an accident.

Then few days ago, I was late for work. So I dumped my Nestum in a plastic bowl to have it at work. I had it and it was nice... Then at around midday I rummage thru my bag cos my phone battery is dead and I come up with...

Nestum powder covered charger. Somehow the fine dust had scattered around. The container wasn't closed too tight. I resisted the temptation to lick the stuff off, it was smelling so goooood.

Don't we just love Nestum Sunflowers? Hahaha.

And the last one. I was loading the car boot on Sunday and the flipping cover banged close on my arm! Some skin peeled off but it was more the banging that hurt me.

And last, but definitely not least... It took me 4 tries to upload this pic...

Ma bring on the red chillies and unrefined salt!

Ps. An add on- I was coming back from work on Friday afternoon and I saw this ok seat. Right in front- there was this old dingbat sitting right in the middle of the seat of 3. By my body language it was clear that I was about to sit next to her. But no, Madame couldn't be bothered. She just sat there, not bothering about me. Excuse me Ma'am but if you ain't blind, don't play bitch with me. In case you didn't know, I'm a bitch too, a fat one. So I sat my fat arse down right on her flowing skirt. She was well pissed and had to move her skirt off under my legs. Guess what I did? I just sat there and didn't move an inch, so she had a hard time pulling all the fabric form under my fanny. Ah well. Solitary games you play in your room Ma'am. Other games you play with other people who are like, let's face it, a kazillion times bitchier than you.

Til then, so long Sunflowers!

And don't forget, FUCK PRETENDERZZZZZ!

2007-10-20T18:15:00.000+01:00

My sister never reads my blog. When she does, all she can come out with is "Mover pitin, tou dimoune zot foto ena, pou moi pena" Ok now there's a picture of her cutting her birthday cake. But by the next time she reads the blog, it'll be archived. I'm gonna add some buttons to my bloggie. Bye Sunflowers.

P.S. I'm distributing sunflower seeds from a flower I nicked from a temple yard near my house. Anyone for some nicked seeds?

2007-10-18T18:32:00.000+01:00

Name is Charlie,

Kachak Charlie.

Look at our Kachak Charlie. We are all heartbroken cos he doesn't have fitness anymore. So thats the end of dear old Kachak.

RIP Kachak, we will miss you when you go get scrapped.

2007-10-16T18:35:00.000+01:00

I wanted to tell you sunflowers what happened to me few days ago. I have been so buzy wuzy lately I barely have time to breathe, or blog. But I had to describe what I felt on that day, at that time, when I saw this jewel. It's a Mazda Rx8. My heart skipped a beat. My breath came out of my chest with a big "whoosh" I tried to whistle but it wouldn't come out. I whistled silent. I pulled off my sunglasses so quick I hit myself across the bridge of my nose. I'm not into cars but this thing here man. It's not a thing. It's a jewel. A diamond man. If I ever drive one of these, I promise to go on a diet to become a proper size 6 AND I'll stop swearing altogether AND I'll stop doing scoobies. Shit.

Papa, jette to vieux Honda ronfler ronfler la acheter ene coumsa nou rouler do!

2007-10-13T18:30:00.000+01:00

I hate the way you talk to me,

The way you cut your hair,

I hate the way you drive my car,

I hate it when you stare.

I hate your big dumb combat boots,

And the way you read my mind,

I hate you so much it makes me sick,

It even makes me rhyme.

I hate the way you're always right,

I hate it when you lie,

I hate it when you make me laugh,

Even worse when you make me cry.

I hate it when you're not around,

And the fact that you didn't call,

But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you,

Not even close,

Not even a little bit,

Not even at all.

2007-10-11T20:10:00.000+01:00

Badabing badaboom. I'm so fecking tired. Loads to d becuase of my wedding, have no time to write. Will do tomorrow. Gotta sleep now gotta wake up early to go to driving lessons, fakkkkkk. So much to do, so little time... Night Sunflowers.

2007-10-08T19:27:00.000+01:00

Ahem last week was Bidouskine's birthday and she phones me up and says "Langetorma ki date zordi? Mo laniversaire zordi vieux fam! Dessane Winner's!" Work was nearly over and I got out 15 minutes early. When I got to Winner's the arsty fartsy crew (Alex and his Hasintah, Pregarajen, Menka and Andypandy) was there. I was wearing my favorite eyeshadow- the purple one on my gray contact lenses and Pregz goes "Ta to couma ene pitin!" Thank you for that ahem, compliment... What exactly do you know about makeup PREGARAJEN?

Then I nicked Bid's beret and we took some piccies...

Then we hit the Caudan boulette point. Yummm.

Bidz was so happy after receiving her mug that she decided to drink Sprite in it... Kids.

We then went to the I don't know what it's called but loads of ugly people go there to make out. It's by the sea in Caudan, on the parking lot. And we took some more pics there.

I really wanted to take a nice pic there, but everybody kept on moaning and whining that I'm so clumsy and I'll fall back off slap bang into the sea and it's very deep and dirty so I got a bit scared and right then when that piccie was taken I know I was yelling "Alex likitorma tirer ene foi avan nou bez enbaaaaa!" Alex I know you're reading this where are the other pics? Look at the constipated look on Bid's face. She was scared!

Ah this pic I love. Look at the colors, Bids looks like she just had a go at glue sniffing. Andypandy's tee looks brill. I love his ears. They stick out at an angle of 90 degrees from his head. I measured it. Hahaha! 60% Rock, 50 % Roll.

KEEP ON ROLLIN SUNFLOWERS

2007-10-05T20:49:00.000+01:00

I bought myself a ... dress today. I still can't believe it. A dress. Like a girl. I have one skirt, skirts are fine. But a dress. Last time I bought a dress was around 5 years ago. It was a denim dress. I wear it whenever I feel like it, which is like, once a year. But a dress. A dress to wear to go to work. A dress. I think I should stop saying it now. But I have certainly been stretching my wings lately. Yesterday I ate an apple. Today I bought a dress. Tomorrow's Saturday... God knows what shit I'm gonna whip up.

Ah and yeah. I've just come back from the movies. I went to see "Dhamaal" It's ok really, except that I can't remember what american movie it's copied off from. Hindi movies are fine. As long as it's comedies. Kalkiler al asizer 3 hr pou al get Kabhi Kushi Kabhi Gam-ena likimama dehor la. I was pleasantly surprised by the sight of a ... bomb. A sex bomb. A killer sex bomb.

Ashish Chowdhry...

Out with Shiney

WE WANT ASHISH!!!!!

2007-10-04T18:59:00.000+01:00

Oh yes and in my excitement to tell you about my lickle green apple, I forgot to tell you one thing... I saw a hooker today. Nothing extraordinary in that. I sometimes think I'm a hooker when I wake up in the morning and look at myself in the mirror. Then I shake my thoughts free of sleep and realise, no, I ain't a hooker, I work in an office, I type letters. Sometimes I also wake up to think I am Mona Lisa. But then I'm like, what the fuck? She isn't as beautiful as me (plus I don't think she knows how to "do" HTML like me) Yeah so coming back to our hooker, I saw one today. She was wearing a pair of tan pants and a tan halter top. She was sitting opposite Mexico Tea Hotel- for those who know, they know- Lagar Victoria- and she spat down. I saw her spit. The question is- what exactly was she spitting? Aftertaste? Hahaha!

And yeah, another hooker I chatted to earlier this night told me that he cannot shout in my shoutbox as he is too lost for words after reading. So, dear hookers, shout before reading.

So long prostituted sunflowers.

And if you stop reading my blog, you'll be prostituting your literacy. (Whatever THAT may mean.)

Stop prostituting your time and get back to work.

Saying this, I have nothing against prostitutors. And since I type letters and get paid for it, I am prostituting my fingers. I am a finger prostitutor. Deep shit man.

I was a telemarketing agent a few years back and my father and cousins used to call me "call girl". I guess it's true then. I was prostituting my voice. Deeper shit man.

Thank God I don't have Adsense on my blog. I would have been prostituting my writing. Deeper shit man.

Are you laughing now? So hard that your sides hurt? Don't say no, I can see you! I love you all, keep on reading, my sweet protituted Sunflowers.

2007-10-04T18:33:00.000+01:00

Today... Yesssss people, today... This date has to go down in history... I ate one of these:

Yes, an apple. An apple. I ate an apple today. Aveish ate an apple. Aveish Ate An Apple on October 04, 2007. I ate an apple. It was ok. Last time I think I ate an apple was on Tuesday. But it was a Mentos sweet. So I guess it don't fucking count. I can't believe it. I ate an apple. I wanna say it slowly. I ate an apple, today I ate an apple. Angela took a picture of me eating an apple. She was laughing so hard there were tears in her eyes and she said that it's a miracle. Whenever she comes around with an apple, she says "Tu veux manger une pomme?" I just hide my face or look the other way or pretend I don't hear or swear at her. But today I ate an apple. I took an apple from the table, rinsed it (I never rinse stuff- but I was taking a stab at normality, so I washed it, just like a normal person would wash her apple) I took a knife, cut it in four (not the knife- you can't cut a knife in four- well you can, with appropriate tools, but I cut the APPLE in four, with a KNIFE.) I put it in a saucer, took it to my table. Angel saw me and almost had a massive heart attack. She ran to get her phone and took a photo of me, eating an apple. I can't believe it. Last time I ate an apple I think maybe was when I was 10. Fruits and me don't really get along well- except when it's green mangoes with a kazillion kilos of chillies and salt. Wow. AVI ATE AN APPLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! When was the last time you sunflowers had an apple? Yesterday? Urgh! :p

2007-10-02T17:22:00.000+01:00

Happy birhtday ROCKSTARRRRR!!!!!

2007-10-01T18:44:00.000+01:00

Aha!

(My nails grow in this color when I'm in a good mood)

Ok so if you are a regular reader of my blog, you will see that there have been major changes on it lately. HTML isn't so bad. I'm starting to get used to playing around with it. I never stop stunning myself. Maybe I'm not stupid after all. Oh well. Everything is going runningly and I'm spending more time trying out stuff on this beauty. My dad walks around and watches out of the corner of his eyes to what I am up to. Maybe he sneaks a peak after I'm done. ;-) I have him worried though. Just a few moments ago he was like "To p ekrir mem toi, ekrir, to fer dimoune pisse difer r to ekrir toi!" For those who aren't in the know, let's just say that this bloggie got me into deeeeep shit once. (Ok well, that's an understatement) It required a lawyer and loads of strength as well. Anyway it's all over, but still I had to explain to Ton Guy that I was making my baby pretty and writing nice stuff about people now. I'm a changed person, just like my changed bloggie. But I still mainain that sunflowers should have been pink.

2007-09-28T20:27:00.000+01:00

Manish Roy, the guy I love to hate.

This sod here is called Manish Roy. He used to be A ROYAL PAIN IN THE ARSE dan lesson kot Sawmy. The number of times he made me cry, he broke eggs on my head for my birthday, he nicked my sim card and locked it and I had to spend a whole week using another simcard. I hated him. Li ti extra mechanceter sa garson la. I dreaded tuitions at Sawmy's because of him. He did so many things that really annoyed me. I dunno why but I feel like crying whenever I think of those moments. What a bloody waste of time and energy! He never had anything good to tell me. In short he was a royal arsehole. Really. But things got better when we grew up. I can talk to him without wanting to pull my hair or cry. Now he's ok. I mean he's not downright sweet, but I get along with him just ok. We chat once a while and I try not to remember what he made me go through. I learnt to forgive and forget... Uh I'm not here to talk about my misery. He's actually looking for a chick. Anyone? He's funny at times. Apart sa pena narier extraordinaire are li. Li bien ordinaire li. Manish Roy, you're a celebrity now. Yay. Hahaha! Macro, I just got back at you, you BITCH! And don't even think about telling me to erase this post, we're talking about blogging therapy here, I therapied myself over you. So long.

2007-09-27T20:02:00.000+01:00

mmm...

2007-09-27T11:12:00.000+01:00

I'm feeling so so so horrid. I don't have a clue of what's so horrid though. I feel the way I used to before I met Kevin. I have the blues. I just can't be bothered to work or anything. I just wanna sit there and think about these things:

One: Kevin is very very very far away. I miss him. I miss him like crazy. I can't stand it anymore. I just want him home now. I wanna snuggle up to him and smell the scent of his body and feel his arms around me. I wanna crack some jokes and see him actually laugh in front of me. He will say I'm weird and funny.

Two: I wanna go to the beach, just float face down with my mask and tuba in the salty water, watch the life going on there and do nothing, nothing, nothing at all. I'll go out when my hands and feet become wrinkly. Then I'll sit in the sun with no SUNBLOCK ON and burn till I become brown like the creole kids who run around barefoot in Flic en Flac with a red pixidou in their grubby hands.

Three: I wanna get myself a new cell phone with a bazillion options in it. A bigger memory stick, a camera with more than 1.3 mp, better sound, the works.

Four: I wanna have 2 kazillions of money- 1 kazillion of dollars and one kazillion of pounds. I'll put the pound kazillion in a fixed deposit and get the interest every month and use the first quarter of the dollar kazillion to buy myself a huge pink RAV4 and a house by the sea with all the works in it. Second quarter of the kazillion I'll buy a Boeing 787 just for me and Kev. Third quarter of my kazillion I'll get a Boeing 747 for my family. Half of the fourth quarter I'd set up a charity- "Make Paris Hilton Pretty" She might have all the money in the world, but she's ugly. She has an ugly face, size 11 feet, no boobs and arse. She's an ugly bitch. This money would be used to re-do her fucked up body and face. The other half of the fourth quarter would go to another charity- "Buy Paris Hilton A Clue" "Stars are blind?" Hello????? You call that singing?

Five: I want Kevin and me to have perfect straight white teeth.

Six: I wanna go to my hairdresser and have my old cut back. I wanna take a big gob of hair gel and play with it in my hair and make it stand up so that people can stare when I walk around. I can't wait to cut my hair again. Long hair is so boring. And nowadays all you can see is teenagers with looooong black hair (slept with your straightner last night love?) and loads of kohl pretending to be "goth" or "punk" or "rock" or whatchamacalit. Come on, imitation is suicide. Dare to be yourself- dare to be a total BITCH (like me)

Seven: Put an end to pretendersssss! Pretenders... one day I'll really expose truths about some interesting people I've come across in my life. Drom vide fer mari buku tapaz. What I mean is cut your coat according to your cloth. FUCK PRETENDERS! So what if I don't have a flashy car or don't dress in designer clothes and wear loads of jewelry? At least I have a bit of food and running water in my house. And I don't pretend to own stuff that's not mine. I'm not an empty shell. Fuck empty shells.

I'm going to get myself an Astros McFlurry Anybody?

2007-09-24T19:04:00.000+01:00

Vidisha Bidouskine Touskin DeCanal

My mother is watching a movie and that's really pissing me off. It's called Aap Ka Surroor. Seriously... Doesn't she have nothing better to do than watch that arsehole of Himesh wiggle his bums on TV? Oh well that's her taste, considering the face that she's a bit old and needs entertainement. I just thought of our my dear cousin Vidisha Bidouskine Touskin DeCanal the Marazine Bomli. What I don't understand is why... WHY a fine, talented and intelligent Black Beauty such as Vidisha Bidouskine Touskin DeCanal keeps on ranting and raving about his songs. I mean it was pretty funny when we did the "Assalamalekum" stunts when we were pissed out of our heads at 3 in the morning. But listening to that crap day and night like Vidisha does (I hope you're reading this you BITCH- you still owe me an Astor) is sad. I'd rather be doing our "We causin' on a devastation when we step into the place and better believe what you can see, we gonna rock and never stop, here we go again, hit you with the flow again" stunt or "Beedi jalayle jigar se piya... aisa kaate KE DANT KA NISAAN CHOD LE!"

Yup that's me and Vidisha Bidouskine Touskin DeCanal. We used to kiss each other on the mouth in front of the camera just to piss Kevin off. He was livid. He said "stop the lesbian kinda kissing, it scares me!" So we stopped. Smita just happened to have her camera in her hand at that moment and we were all a teeny bit merry from wine-ing so we were saying funny stuff and I just bent down and held her and probably came out with something funny then after a few weeks I get what we now call a "facebook surprise" Go check out the definition on Urban Dictionary- link on the page.

Coming back to Vidisha Bidouskine Touskin DeCanal or Bidi as some of you might know her, we are related. I say sisters but she's actually my dad's sis' daughter. She's gonna be a fashion designer... Ahem ahem. When we were younger, we used to roam around a lot. We held hands innocently but then people would never know we were related. She's tall, dark, stylish, a fasion victim, pretty and refined. I'm short and tubby and and don't give jack about clothes. So we held hands and walked around and people would stare. Then it clicked- they thought we were lesbos. We had a real piss about it. And we adopted this attitude- whenever people looked dissaprovingly at us, we'd just face each other and kiss full on the mouth. We did that quite a few times and got a lot of stares in returns. But now we don't kiss anymore but still hold hands and when we're clubbing, we 're always over each other. Oh well, those were the long gone days, still at school, and carefree. And I'm laughing about one thing now, one day we went shopping and her feet were hurting like hell in those white sandals and she was moaning. So being big sis, I changed shoes with her. Her shoes were big and I dunno what happened but the heel broke. And we had this whole pack of takeout chinese food- noodles, nioukyen, saomai- the works. We were in the bus and I was passing the pack to her, and some stuff fell down- I remember that big nioukyen on the bus floor, and this guy walks in with his neat red shoes with the little Puma logos on the toes and he squishes on of them. Poor sod, I don't think he knew what he'd trodden on. We were laughing so hard and the conductor got so pissed off but couldn't say a thing you see. Then we had to go to Tangs Spar, so we got down at Gool (one shop that doesn't have any doors and serves boiled noodles with rats in it) and walked to Tangs. Arsha and Bidi walked in front cos they were ashamed of me as I was clip clopping around. My feet were well dirty and I had to buy a pair of flip flops at Tangs. Mari chak sa. I think it was in August of last year, just before my engagement. Kevin was here but it was nice being away from him, with my 2 girls, shopping, making loud fucked up remarks and comments about people in our secret language so people would not understand. Oh God, we are so horrid when we are together! And if you add Smita to the lot, it becomes even worse! Take the whole cousin crew and you have a disaster calamity area. When we camped out in December at Suru's we had a separate appartment for the kids. Mattresses all over the place, swearing competitions, and Vickram and Vasant and The Farting Contest- who would fart loudest and stinkiest, and we used to cover our faces, gag and scream "What's rotting inside you?" Neeraj showing us how to smoke so we wouldn't tell on him when he sneaked out to the nightclub late at night, the secret meetings on the dark roof, high, high up with all the billions of stars... The long lazy days on the beach, getting burnt in the sun, Veemal snoring right in the middle of a card game... Where has my youth gone? Gosh, time flew by so quick...

2007-09-23T19:27:00.000+01:00

T.L.

In a few months, my initials are going to change from T.J. to T.L.

I don't mind at all. Except that T.L. is short for TubeLight too. Kevin calls me Tubelight. Today I proved (to myself) that I might become a Tubelight in a few months, but it's a tubelight who (finally) knows how to finger (goooood) HTML. I'm so good baby, yeah!

Don't you sunflowers dare say the same thing as the above retro beeyatch.

2007-09-22T20:52:00.000+01:00

I should have listened.

I used to think "HTML" was a bra size.

Apparently it's not.

It's something far more complicated than that

Rowan told me HTML is how the net works.

I used to take the piss whenever he wanted to teach me.

I should have learnt.

2007-09-15T18:10:00.000+01:00

I'm cleaning up files and folders on our computer and I've come up with some pics.

My Mum and I
Guess where I got my nose from! :o)

The people are (L-R) Akash, Abhinav and Niteesha. This is how we all go to school and work in the mornings. Abhi hates it cos he's tiny and always gets the middle place and ends up squashed. Hahaha. Poor baby.

I love this photo even though it would have been better less overexposed. It sums up my sister and I. She's looks for serious things in everything. While I'm always laughing and smiling and whatnot. Smile Arshika, the world is watching!

Non mais si to pou rie ene rier deluile, plito laisse beton!!!!! Look at my earrings man, I just love them (Fuck you if you think they're too loud or tacky.)

I was cleaning up a bunch of orchids cos the stems were starting to go mushy and were ponging like hell. I got the pollen on my arm and it took 2 showers and quite some rubbing to get it off. This will teach me a lesson about being unfaithful to Sunflowers. Next time I'll stick to my dear sunflowers.

Arshika, Avi, Ashley- Alimer differ! Matajee tappe lamer pou encourager! Wawayo!

1,2,3, HOP!

Aller Arshika, Yash, Avi and Ash!

No it won't break, don't you worry, it's a Joosery bed. The more, the better!

After a looooong tiring day at the IVTB School Of Design, Vidz was feeling cold in her feet. I had these socks in my bag. She put them on only because it goes well with her top. Artsy fartsy Black Beautieeeee!

You don't wanna know.

Avi working? I don't think so! Writing love letters more like it!

My favorite position in bed...

... when writing to Kev.

Feets.

Who ELSE can coordinate her top, earrings and roses but me? Definitely not YOU!

Gape and drool you suckers!

Kritish, barre bhaiya! Wake up, get my gift, today's Rakhi!

My mum taking our pic early morning, we look chinky!

Peace out.

2007-09-14T12:03:00.000+01:00

Blogging Therapy.

McDonald's motto is "We're out to make you Smile" You wish…

I went there today to have lunch. I had to meet up my cousin Kritish. I was alone, queuing up, and I had 3 couples to my left, 2 couples behind me another two on my right and another one behind me. I didn't really realize this at first. But the couple right in front of me was very lovey dovey. They were cuddling and kissing and whatnot. It made me feel very uneasy. I avoided looking at them and turned my face to my right. The two other couples were holding hands and smiling and chattering away. I could feel tears stinging my lids. I took a deep breath and turned my face left. Same thing with the other couples. I stared up left and tried memorizing the different prices of the menus. I could hear the couple behind me. Those people were really in it and he was saying so many sweet things to her. They were holding hands and rocking them back and forth, playing around. I don't know what happened right then cos the next moment I was frantically running my hands through my pockets looking for some Kleenex to wipe my face. I had none. So the tears ran down and I did something very disgusting- I wiped my face on my sleeve. I was so lonely then that even if Lord Voldemort wanted to point and say "Scourgify", I would have let him do it. I'm not complaining that I am unhappy or lonely. It's just that I can't be arsed into explaining stuff to people all the time. Also, it helps me a whole lot to write things down, it's my therapy. I swear a lot on my blog. Some people get angry when I swear on my blog. Well guess what? I can't do anything about it. It's my own way of exteriorizing (you understand the word) my feelings. I write not to be read but to relieve myself of stuff. I don't want to explain to people how I feel. They will feel like I'm complaining too much, that I am not happy with what I have when I have it all. It's just that, it's been a long week. I know it's wrong to cry in public. I know it's wrong to wipe your face on your sleeves. I know it's wrong to complain. Is it wrong to write on your blog? Is it wrong to make your blog your punching ball? I write to feel lighter. I now feel lighter.

I just wish time would go just a little wee bit faster...

... So we can find our lost closeness again.

I miss you like crazy.

2007-09-13T19:28:00.000+01:00

HELP ME KEEP THIS PLACE FROM MALBAR LENORD.

Who are you? The righteousness police?

2007-09-12T13:08:00.000+01:00

My mother's gone to Bombay. She went there on Sunday. The house is kinda empty cos she's not screaming for us to pick up our socks or wash our dishes. I'm doing it all by myself. That's why I don't really blog. But my sister and father are helping me a lot. I'm cooking and washing and what not. As I type the washing machine is whirring away peacefully. I have so much to do. I even clean the toilets. Yesterday my dad told me "Shall I wash the dishes?" I said no I can manage. (Kev I haven't broken any plates as yet.) He said "Do I sweep the house?" I said I can mangae that too. Then he goes "What can I do to help?" I go "Nothing much, everything is running smoooooth- but wait! You can wash the loos and wash basin" He looks at me for 5 seconds, lets it it sink in. He gives me one of those stares and says "Why don't you FUCK OFF?" I look at him and say "Go take the clothes off the line then." He goes "This I can do" Yup that's Ton Guy for you.

There's this Benetton ad on the Billboards all over the place. A woman sitting astride a man on a couch, her hand over his face and she's giving a"temptress look" for some reason inunderstood (which I can't understand) people are running around screaming obscenity. What the fuck people? Come on grow up! You can stay closed up at home, watch porn all day and there's this artistically challenged picture on the wall ad you start bitching about? Talk about fer fam pitin. What the fuck is wrong? Same thing applies for some peach juice which brand I don't remember- CKool maybe? There was this cross section of a peach, with its pit in it and people started going around screaming it looks too much like a pussy to be exposed and peeled it down cos it distracts men when they drive and might cause accidents. What about when girls doll up and drivers wolf whistle and make fucked up comments?- can't accidents happen then? Please. What about those double cab ads then? They stay stuff like "Intimidate if you can" or "Hard, man" is that all good? Today I saw this sign for some new Mitsubishi vehicles. It says "Men drive Mitsubishi" What if a girl drives one? Does she become a Mitsubitchy? What the fuck? It's so... I don't know what to say. Prefere mo bousse mo liki. Mone mari arazer la fran tou.

2007-09-08T11:37:00.000+01:00

Niteesha aka Tikissa aka Naughtysha and me.

We had just added purple streaks to her hair. Enfin, fooling around as usual. Gogot la pane prend meme.

"Because I'm worth it!"

2007-09-07T19:53:00.000+01:00

I was chatting to my cousin the other day and he sent me a few photos of last year. They're very "new" and pretty. Let's take a look, shall we?

Kevin looks weird for 2 reasons:

1. We were all very very very hungry and me and Vick were talking and eating with our chopsticks. I feel Kevin fidgeting and I look at him. He was trying to get a fork from a waitress. He can't eat with chopsticks. Me and Vick were like "To pa conne mange ek chopsticks?" 20 coute mo dire "Hey to pa conner!" I never thought he'd accept but I was dead chuffed when I picked his food from his bowl and made him eat. He ate quietly. And my suga is allergic to PDA.

2. Vick had just gone to the toilets and I was like "Kiss me now! You haven't kissed me the whole day! Do it!" Kevin goes "No he'll see us" I go "Do it now!" Then he kissed me. I opened my eyes a few seconds later to see Vick walking towards us, seeing us, stop dead in his tracks, go back, come again. Kevin was like "Shit! You happy now! That's the last time!" Come on Kevvv... Hihihi. Both guys were so embarassed and I was like what the fuck?

Hmmm in this little pub. I don't remember the name. It's just in front of Wagamama. It was around Halloween and I remember the construction paper spiders and cobwebs and witches and pumpkins. I took some photos of the old oil lamps and stuff like that. Was nice.

I don't like this picture a whole lot. I look dead sleepy in it. We were on our way back home and Kevin goes all lovey dovey and holds me so I can get off the escalator or watchama call it. I protest and say I can manage, we got these things in Mauritius. He says "I know, but knowing how clumsy you are, you're gonna fall flat on your face" I'm not clumsy. I think. Bad things just have a tendency to happen to me.

My baby and I.

How I miss those moments full of love and affection. When you held my in your arms and whispered sweet nothings to me, smiled whenever I laugh, felt bad when I cried. The way you yelled at me for breaking that stupid ugly plate. I cried and when I heard mum yelling at you for yelling at me and telling you off, saying you're bad cos you yelled at me after being closed up for 12 hours straight. You yelled louder and she said "Bousse ou labousse! Aller!" I started smiling through my tears and mum said "Aveisha pa prend li conte, li zis crier li, apart sa, pa nanier" Then I really laughed. Oh well... Soon enough...

So long sad Sunflowers missing their sunrays.

2007-09-02T07:35:00.000+01:00

As there's gonna be a big event in December, we're cleaning out the house. And this comprises of me standing up on the stepladder throwing out clothes from the closets that are very high up. I wait for my mum and sister to stop oohing and aahing over "lost" clothes, tell them to hurry up cos the wood smell is starting to get at me. I'm 23 years old. I used to play with wood shavings as a child, in my uncle's workshop- he's a cabinet maker. Now I can't handle it anymore. I handed my mum an ancient box which I'd found high up and she was smiling at the things in there- the tokens she received for her wedding- the pink string you wear around your neck for 40 days, her sindoor box, a bindi... She was showing the stuff to me and Arshika and bragging to us that it's all intact. There was this bit of tissue paper, and she opens it and says "Look Aveish, that's your umbilical cord!"

I nearly fell off the stepladder... My sister was making faces and saying "Ewwww" I just told her to shut up and not to be jealous cos we can't find yours. I'm 23... And my cord is still here. Blimey! I don't really know what more to say...

2007-08-28T18:09:00.000+01:00

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?

2007-08-21T16:11:00.000+01:00

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...

2007-08-20T18:54:00.000+01:00

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=-

2007-08-16T18:26:00.000+01:00

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.

2007-08-14T08:09:00.000+01:00

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

2007-08-11T19:08:00.000+01:00

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.

2007-08-11T11:45:00.000+01:00

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...

2007-08-08T18:30:00.001+01:00

2007-08-07T15:53:00.000+01:00