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The Latest 411 - Yes! I Moved!

2009-11-07T19:20:00.003-04:00

Hi all!

I've moved my blog to a new address. If you're interested in keeping up with my boring life then leave a comment. I'll send the link to those who I want to read my new blog. :)

Peace!

Should I?

2009-10-19T20:17:00.003-03:00

I've been thinking about it.

About going incognito.

For a long time if not for good.

If you're a regular reader then you should remember when I said I don't care who's reading my posts. Well I've changed my mind.

I do care. A lot.

I've made some wrong choices. I should give some credit to my cynical brain and stop getting too friendly on first meetings. I'm a poor judge of character. I'm so gullible. Ugghh...When will I ever learn?!

There are some things which can't be undone. And then there are some which can be altered. Or get a new 'one'.

A new blog?

Hmm...I'm really contemplating on moving on...to a new one.

What do you think?

The Intruders

2009-10-15T17:57:00.004-03:00

After writing the post on how I couldn't sit down and read a good book, I thought of trying again. That is, to read a book. Looking up my shelf I had 3 unread books. And I finally chose 'The Intruders' by Micheal Marshall. I'm not good at writing books' reviews/summaries like some of my peer bloggers. So check the link below:

Michael Marshall - The Intruders

I started it day before yesterday and I haven't even reached page 100. Yesterday was so busy, what with birthday and all, and a couple of friends popped over to wish me. I'll surely write a short feedback when I finish the book.

In the meantime, I'm gone tweaking my newly-acquired Blackberry Bold. (I'm just rubbing it in...LOL)

See you laters peeps!

Tramp Ah Trippin'

2009-10-12T12:28:00.004-03:00

Friday I woke up not knowing I was going to have a great night. Usually hubby keeps Friday nights to hang out with his boys. Being a woman I made sure I imposed on his plans and it worked. One time...two times...three times...until it became a habit. So not only Friday nights' plan include me but Saturdays' and Sundays' too...and sometimes Thursdays'. Which leaves him with no option but to squeeze in boys' time in between the heavy schedule we have.

But even if I got my cake and eating it too he makes sure that I stick to whatever he plans for that night. So in other words, me being a typical female and him being a typical male, I'm getting my way but doing things his way. Ain't that a smart move?!

But I love him and I don't care as long as I'm spending time with him.

So yes as I was saying last Friday night turned out great because all we he arranged for was to chill by the bar and shoot pool. With me as 'bystander'. However I voice out my wish to play dominoes with a couple of other players who were at it already. Hubby was lured too so he was like 'What the heck let's play some dominoes...'

So far so good...we stepping out of the norm...

Usually we're bags of limp bones by 2 - 3 a.m. Not that night. We somehow ended in the opposite building - the only club in the area (well the only operating one). We've been there more than a couple of times and you can always expect crowded droves of teenyboppers. Again, not that night. It was the best crowd we ever had there. Because according to hubby the lesser the better. That lifted his mood higher than when he's sipping on Hennessy and Cranberry Juice/Coconut Water.

And the music! For once, even I have to admit, the DJ spinned some 'decent' tunes.

So there we were, having a blast. And then shit hit the fan. My fan.

There's this girl, dancing away with her partner. Married partner. And at the same time checking out MY hubby! I didn't think much of it. He is sexy. He gets stares from all and sundry. But what took my breath away along with my temper was her bold words. Here goes the conversation:

Nasty Girl: "Is that DuMaurier?" (She asked hubby what cigarette was he smoking. I say it was all an act because she couldn't miss seeing the B&H box on the counter next to our drinks.)

But hubby played along and said, "Uh no it's B&H."

She smiled and turned away 'cause her "borrowed" man came back.

Minutes later, Mr Borrowed Man went to shake hands with the unemployed and she decided she would make a move on my man.

SO...she whispered to hubby, what with us in close proximity and all, pointing at me, "Is she your wife?" (No I'm his mother!)

Hubby was like, "Yes, why?" to which she replied, obviously disappointed, "Oh! So there's no chance at all...?"

"No way!", seemingly that's what hubby said.

Then came back Mr Borrowed Man and she's off again and started kissing him all over. I don't know what she was trying to prove but anyway, hubby then told me and I saw RED! Which I hid very well since I didn't want to let a tramp ruin our night.

I was in WTF mode and still am...and I can still see her throwing a tentative smile at me! I gave her my meanest stare and glare and turned away!!

Seriously WHAT THE FUCK?!

YOU SHAMELESS BITCH!

The Proust Questionnaire

2009-10-10T19:53:00.012-03:00

Up until yesterday I wasn't aware of The Proust Questionnaire. Unlike some of you who may be quite well versed with it. It appears that one of the leading magazines, Vanity Fair, runs the said questionnaire on each copy of its monthly publication. I don't usually spend money on magazines when I know sooner or later you'll find it online. The only times you'd catch me reading one of those are when I'm early for a doctor's or hair salon's appointment.

So I was quite thrilled when I found out Will's latest post since I love questionnaires! Yay!

And now you know I'm gonna bore you lot with my answers. Won't you keep on reading?! :)

1. What is your idea of perfect happiness?

To be loved and be appreciated for who I am. A hypocrite-free environment. To be able to eat as much as I can without putting an ounce of weight!

2. What is your greatest fear?

Death and darkness.

3. What is the trait you most deplore in yourself?

I’m incapable of saying no and end up saying yes for all the wrong reasons.

4. What is the trait you most deplore in others?

The deceptive ease of lying through one’s teeth and without batting an eyelid.

5. Which living person do you most admire?

My other half. I envy his confidence, social skills and patience.

6. What is your greatest extravagance?

Food. I love eating. So what?! Followed by shoes! I’d rather spend hundreds and thousands on food and shoes than on clothes and other what-nots a woman needs.

7. What is your current state of mind?

I’m feeling restless right now. The heat would be the death of me. Eventually.

8. What do you consider the most overrated virtue?

Chastity...

9. On what occasion do you lie?

When I want to avoid unnecessary conflicts. I’ve been told ignorance is bliss in most cases! ‘Tis so true...

10. What do you most dislike about your appearance?

My height. My neck. My oily skin which needs constant care. My belly which bloats anytime anything travels down my stomach. Including air! Ugghhh...

11. Which living person do you most despise?

12. What is the quality you most like in a man?

He who doesn’t lie. He who be faithful.

13. What is the quality you most like in a woman?

Honesty.

14. Which words or phrases do you most overuse?

Fuck. Shit. Hell no! What the fuck? No way. Really. Is it?

15. What or who is the greatest love of your life?

Hubby.

16. When and where were you happiest?

2005 – 2006, 2007. London, UK.

17. Which talent would you most like to have?

Writing.

18. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

My constant battle with weight issues.

19. What do you consider your greatest achievement?

To become a mother. Which hasn’t happened yet.

20. If you were to die and come back as a person or a thing, what would it be?

Myself!

21. Where would you most like to live?

At this present time, London!

22. What is your most treasured possession?

Hubby and laptop.

23. What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery?

Failing your parents and loved ones.

24. What is your favourite occupation?

Internet.

25. What is your most marked characteristic?

My ability to be unbiased and view things from different angles.

26. What do you most value in your friends?

Moral support. Loyalty.

27. Who are your favourite writers?

Jeffrey Deaver. James Patterson. John Grisham. Penny Vincenzi. Dan Brown. Martina Cole.

28. Who is your hero of fiction?

Superman!

29. Which historical figure do you most identify with?

None.

30. Who are your heroes in real life?

My parents. Selfless and generous people.

31. What are your favourite names?

Hannah. Ziya. My name.

32. What is it that you most dislike?

Men and women who cheat.

33. What is your greatest regret?

Too personal.

34. How would you like to die?

Painlessly.

35. What is your motto?

Kiss My Attitude!

If you've reached here without cheating then I should congratulate you on your patience! This was a long damn questionnaire wasn't it? Pheww...So how about you do it now so that we can compare? :)

Surprise!

2009-10-10T12:14:00.004-03:00

I was going to wait until Monday to 'surprise' Morinn but I can't sit still without letting her know how much I enjoy reading her blog too.

So here's one for you Morinn:

It's not a consolation award in any way. It comes from the heart. I was planning to give it to you at some point. Impatient as I am, it should be today! :)

Not many Mauritian girls blog. Those who do, either blog infrequently or writes crap just to get traffic. But Angele and Morinn compose well-written posts from a personal standpoint or to get their opinions/observations across. And I'm one biased fan of their writings. :)

Morinn keep it up dudette! (Love it when you say it!)

...And The Winner Is

2009-10-08T12:14:00.004-03:00

First let's have a look at the award!

And now the winner is.....

(drumroll)

.....

.............

.....

LADY ANGELE!

I was having a hard time choosing the winner as I love each and every nominee's blog and writing style. And then Navin came up with a brilliant solution:

How about you choose the most interesting post from each blog in the last month and critique each one to see which one is the best. you can give them points, based on content, style, originality etc. Or if that fails theres the eeny meeny miny mo option :)

Just to be clear I went for the first suggestion, without the scoring part. LOL.

Angele writes beautifully. The way she strings words in beautiful sentences bowled me over. Her posts are striking and yet simple. I wouldn't write much about her else the others would feel left out. Note that I appreciate Bruno, Morinn, Navin and Yashi's gamesmanship and bonhomie towards this Blog Awards thingy. And please don't be mad at me. We can do it regularly and who knows who'll be the next winner! :)

Just keep up the good work y'all and Angel congrats! You're my winner...You just need to right-click on the image of the award and save it and put it up on your blog. (I'm sure you know how it goes already)

Who will be the next to nominate his/her favourite bloggers?

411s

2009-10-07T11:13:00.003-03:00

I still haven't come to a decision about the Blog Awards. I think I have a plan...

Anyway, I'll announce my winner/s on Friday, 9th October 2009.

Watch the space!

...And In Your Face!

2009-10-05T11:42:00.005-03:00

Sent to me by a dear friend/cousin of mine:

A husband wrote the following letter for his wife and left it on the dining room table:

'To my dear wife, you will surely understand that I have certain needs that you, being 54 years old, can no longer satisfy. I am very happy with you and I value you as a good wife. Therefore, after reading this letter, I hope you will not wrongly interpret the fact that I will be spending the evening with my 18-year-old secretary at the Comfort Inn Hotel. Please don't be upset. I shall be back home before midnight.'

When the man came home late that night he found the following letter on the dining room table:

'To my dear husband, I received your letter and thank you for your honesty about my being 54 years old. I would like to take this opportunity to remind you that you are also 54 years old. As you know, I am a Maths teacher at our local college. I would like to inform you that while you read this, I will be at the Ritz Carlton with Micheal, one of my students, who is also the assistant tennis coach. He is young, virile, and like your secretary, is 18 years old. As a successful businessman with an excellent knowledge of Maths, you will understand that we are in the same situation, although with one small difference: 18 goes into 54 a lot more times than 54 goes into 18.

Therefore I will not be home until sometime tomorrow.'

Awards - Nominations

2009-10-04T16:24:00.004-03:00

As you know by now, reading blogs is one of my favourite hobbies.

Many blogs I read I see some kind of awards. That got me thinking. Why don't I too start giving awards to my favourite bloggers?! That'd be way cool wouldn't it?

Well yes! But I won't announce the awards on this post because I need to thoroughly look into this award thingy.

So what this post gon be about?

Before giving any award you have to know the nominees right? I came up with my own list based on content and grammar/syntax! And of course they are my favourite bloggers. So without further ado, here goes (in alphabetical order):

1. Angele

2. Bruno

3. Morinn

4. Navin

5. Yashi

And each one of them is a Mauritian. It's not a racist thing. It's just that I've been trying to secure a place in the Mauritian blogosphere and I've been focusing on weblogs composed by my 'homies' only. Maybe with time, I'll include other nationalities whose articles I enjoy reading.

If you have any favorites please comment and state your reason. I might also take into consideration your opinions.

Stay tuned in for latest updates to come!

One Stupid Newscarrier!

2009-10-02T12:20:00.006-03:00

I won't be a hypocrite and say I don't like gossips.

I do. I like gossiping just like any other female who got nothing better to do. Or who got something better to do and still run their mouth about/on others.

I idle-talk to people who I know wouldn't babble, in turn, about what I said! Unless I want the 'target' to know that I know something about him/her.

You gotta be smart right?

Also, tuning in on others' business is fine by me. LOL. I love being curious.

But it amazes me when a person chooses absolute stupidity over 'smart gossiping'! You don't go and tell the sister or the brother of the person you're tattling on! Blood is thicker than water...whatever the circumstance is. They'll stick together no matter what.

You sure are a dummy! And obtuse.

I would've been pissed off if it were not for your silly actions. Instead you make me laugh.

Keep it up Superstar!!

Little Johnny

2009-09-30T22:12:00.007-03:00

If you're a regular reader of my blog then you'd know I, sometimes, post about the interesting e-mails my mother sends me. For more on this topic please read God Vs. Science and What the Peck?!

Anyway, after almost 4 days, I opened my inbox today and as expected, mommy sent me a few and one of them is too hilarious not to be passed on. If you're the conservative type then please leave. Else go on you shameless lot and enjoy!

It was Friday morning and that meant it was time for an activity that the teacher called "Add to the picture". The teacher would call students to the chalkboard one at a time. The first student would draw an object on the chalkboard, and each following student would add something to the picture to make it a new picture. The teacher called on James to start things off.

James returned to his seat. The teacher called on Ernie next.

Ernie returned to his seat. Now it was Suzy's turn.

Suzy returned to her seat. Next, the teacher called Jerry to the board.

Jerry returned to his seat. Kim was called to the board.

Kim returned to her seat. About this time Little Johnny began waving his arm. The teacher looked at the picture on the chalkboard, and thinking there was no way Little Johnny could do anything to make this picture dirty, called little Johnny forward.

The class erupted with laughter...and the teacher fainted.

It's Not A Complaint...Or Maybe It Is...

2009-09-30T13:47:00.008-03:00

Internet.

The bane of my existence.

According to hubby, of course.

I’m officially a web junkie. Everybody who knows me knows that.

It all started in London. My love affair with the web.

In my teens, it was a fascination and definitely a luxury.

In my early 20s, it was a means to keep in touch and flirt with or without consequences. (That’s another post in and by itself.)

And then there was the easy and cheap access to broadband. It kind of opened my eyes to a different world. A digital world. A world of bytes and pixels. A world full of virtual possibilities.

In my mid 20s, it became a source for free stuff. Yes you guessed right! ~~Porn.~~ Music downloads.Besides pushing the network connectivity up by a notch or rather notches, it also shoved my complete attention towards the web. And its social-oriented extras.

Now in my late 20s, I’m ‘logged in’ on the World Wide Web 25/24! A full-fledged addiction fed by even faster electronic network.

Moving to St. Vincent was rather a quick and easy decision for me. Because I know the internet providers over here boast of running, across the whole country, almost similar communications infrastructure as those in the UK and the US. Not to mention the connection speed. Fast connection speed. At a reasonable price. A price any decent household can afford. I won’t deny it. That was one of the main criteria for me to settle down here.

Whereas Mauritius, home sweet home, sucks. As far as the online network goes and doesn’t go! A virtual shame. I always tell hubby if Mauritians had the same internet facilities we have here you’d bet your sweet cheeks that even people up in Alaska would know where Mauritius is! And what is Mauritius! Mauritians would give some Indians/British/Americans a run for their money. We would re-define the meaning of geek. Our potential for greatness would shine through and blind a few in the passing. (Oh my I think I’m overdoing it! But hey I love us Mauritians.)

Vincentians are capable to find their own share of virtual glory. It can and will eventually benefit the country on a larger scale. But the government does not encourage or provide the necessities to achieve such positive development. There are not many web designers in the country. Nor many programmers. The IT industry hasn’t been exploited yet. It sadly reminds me of a 10-years-ago Mauritius. The SMS culture is still ‘en vigeur’ here. Mobile phone users can afford data plans but yet there’s only a few who would actually use it.

Mauritians use Twitter more than the Vincentians. And yet it’d cost a Vincentian less than what an average Mauritian has to spend on internet charges. The amount of websites created by and for Mauritians surpasses the number of Vincentians’ websites.

The local government needs to step up their game because they are the cause and the cure.

Right now, I’ve lost the initial plot of the blog so I’ll stop before it gets too lengthy.

And one last thing, I love both countries, Mauritius and St Vincent. I was just comparing, which is acceptable in my case. Don’t ya think?! ;)

Reader's Block

2009-09-29T17:30:00.003-03:00

I don’t work. I don’t cook. I don’t clean. Well I do clean my bedroom and en-suite. The rest is taken care of. I have zilch to do. It’s paradise, ain’t it? I know most of you would envy me. Let’s not forget the beautiful weather and the sea breeze. All I need is a hammock and I’m all set for a good and ‘fat’ life.

If anyone, a year ago, were to tell me that’s how I’d be spending almost 10 – and counting - months I’d first say: “Oh is that possible? Can I really do that?” and then I’d start to think of WHAT to do. Being a bookworm I’d surely make a list of the books I’d be reading, the amount of time I’d be sitting in front of the TV and the hours I’d be in bed sleeping.

Now that was when all I was using the internet for was watching movies, facebooking, chatting and looking for free e-books online.

I sparsely twittered and blogged then. Not until I came down here. Equipped with a laptop and connected wirelessly, you’re bound to carry it everywhere in the premises. In that case, you bet your laborious fingers I’d be clicking more than I intended to. Not to mention with the up-rise of Twitter and blogging on the social media scene I’d get caught up too.

Going on the 10^th month and several pounds after, I can’t remember the last book I read. I remember asking hubby to take me to the local library so that I can find something else to do other than ‘clicking away’. He never did! His excuse was, which is every driver’s worst nightmare, parking! According to him the library is located in a compromising (hmmpphh!!) location and it’s difficult to find any nearby space to station his car. For months I was on his case like ‘white on rice’. He kept ‘postponing’ it. I should admit though, I gave up after a while. I had to. Willingly.

Because, then, something shifted. Something wormed its way into my lazy brain. Something called reader’s block. I’ve heard of it but never endured it myself. It took me by surprise.

I don’t know what caused it but I simply can’t sit down and read a good book. My focus has shifted. Big time. On to pastures new. Like blogging. Or reading blogs. Reading meaningless tweets.

For how long will I have to suffer this reader’s block? Why is it happening to me now? When all I need is a hammock and a good book?!

I don’t want to pick up a book and put it back on the shelf. I want to read a book. I want to feel the excitement I used to feel when I see a book.

Once a book slut, now a blog slut...

How do I go back to being a book whore?

Shortest Trip Ever

2009-09-27T21:54:00.001-03:00

Enjoy the pics I managed to take from the craft! It's better than nothing.

SKYVIEW on PhotoPeach

Stupid...

2009-09-26T20:18:00.002-03:00

Reality TV Shows.

Especially those where fools want to find the love of their life.

I hate all of them, except Tool Academy. Not that it's my one of my favourite TV shows. The only reason I like it is because I get to see how the nominated boyfriends make an ass of themselves on national TV! What a laugh.

As loathsome and pathetic as most of the shows are, I can't help watching. My eyes are glued. To the TV of course.

Real & Chance, Ray J, Brett Michaels, and now My Anthony - by the way I no longer like him -; just to name a few.

How can they be so stupid? How can you find love like that? I firmly believe it's all a ploy to get free publicity and 'revive' a dead career.

And what about the women who actually register for these kind of programmes?! Some of them profess to be degree holders or have a high profile job or own the enormous pair of boobs...and still they want to find love on a reality TV show! Oh please...! Cut out the crap. Free publicity is what it damn is!

I have watched a couple of My Anthony's episodes and it hit me how similiar, at least physically, the women are. On all the shows. I had a huge crush on Anthony in my teens but now he disgusts me. His taste in women really sucks!

Now I can watch Steve Ward's Tough Love. It portrays a semblance of reality and you learn a few things from Steve himself and his mother. And Tool Academy too! ~~You~~ I can relate to some of the women and their woes.

No longer an avid fan of Jon & Kate Plus 8 - but I'm still on Kate's side! LOL

So what are my favourite TV Shows?

1. Dexter

2. NCIS (Looking forward to NCIS L.A and drooling all over LL Cool J!)

3. Heroes

4. Dark Blue

5. SVU

What are yours?

A Ridi-Effing-Culous Friday!

2009-09-25T16:51:00.005-03:00

Today was supposed to be an exciting day. The excitement was supposed to last 'til Sunday. I was supposed to be in Barbados right now, having my legs waxed and then lounging by the pool. I was supposed to be sleeping in an unknown bed tonight. I was supposed to buy a movie ticket for tonight. I was supposed to miss hubby right now. I was supposed to look forward to some strange hands pounding on my bare back. I'm supposing that I should no longer suppose since I'm back in St Vincent!!

What the hell happened?!

Well apparently because I do not have a return ticket to Mauritius since I hold a Mauritian passport, Barbados CANNOT accept my entry. I do have a return ticket to St Vincent and out of St Vincent again by sometime next year. But -A BIG FRIGGIN BUT - the Barbadian Immigration wouldn't accept it. According to the Immigration Officer - a stupid one might I add because he looked lost - I'm not allowed in. He didn't even check my tickets when he saw my Mauritian passport. I wonder if he's ever heard of Mauritius or know where exactly where it's located? He took me to his supervisor, who was blatantly cussing a Chinese or Japanese for getting lost. Her exact words were, "What are you doing there? Who told you to go there?You are so annoying!"

I knew then she would be trouble which proved to be right a couple of minutes later. She wouldn't even let me talk! She was so abrupt and her decision definitive. By then I was red with rage and ready to throttle her neck. To add insult to injury, one of her minions told me to switch my phone off. I looked at her with murderous eyes and told her it's on airplane mode. She said, "You have to switch your phone off!" And again I said, "It's on airplane mode!!" and she looked at me as if I'm speaking Latin. I rolled my eyes at her and plainly ignored her. I was then told to wait for someone to escort me to the departure lounge where I'll board the flight bound to St Vincent.

I was like 'alright you bitches, I'll turn my phone back to "normal mode"! Just then hubby called and I picked up. Another minion of the wretched and rude supervisor told me that I can't use my phone which I ignored again and kept talking to hubby. Minutes later I was taken to the boarding lounge where the immigration officer got into a fight with the control officer. Over my luggage. They were going back and forth on whose responsibility it was to claim back my suitcase. I then let go of my anger and told the Immigration officer what I think of him and his lack of customer service skills. My phone rang again. I picked up the call with him 'warning me' in the background. I unabashedly tuned him out. Fuckers!

Now reaching back to St Vincent, my luggage got lost. Within the hour. The clueless Liat employees can't tell me where my valise is or when will I get it back...or if I'll get it back! I had to sign on a piece of paper and I'll be informed of forthcoming updates. Another pain up my backside.

I can't even upload the pictures I took from the craft as the USB cables for my phone and camera are in my suitcase.

So instead of enjoying a good Friday, I'm back home, waiting on my pizza...

Ain't No Other

2009-09-24T12:07:00.005-03:00

Thursday morning and I can already feel the Friday buzz. This morning the sound of a light drizzle gently woke me up. And the first thought that crossed my mind was, “Where is hubby?” Followed by “Is it Friday today? Of course not! It’s Thursday and I can’t hear hubby’s usual clickety-clackety (he checks his Facebook account first thing in the morning) or his hoarse whisper he usually adopts for his morning telephone conversations. Where is he?!”

Thoughts still processing...

“What time is it? Should I linger for another 10 minutes in bed? Maybe he’ll come and rain kisses on me? Should I brush my teeth first and shower or shower first and then brush my teeth? I pray the day will bring no unpleasant and unexpected surprises. Should I write another blog today? What will I blog about? What CAN I blog about? Who should I blog about...?”

Then I hear him. Hubby is here. On the phone. “Who he talking to? Anyway time for me to get up. Shower. Brush my teeth. Face him. Should I ask who was he on the phone with? Nah.”

10 minutes later, freshly bathed with my mint-scented mouth, I find him and “Who was that? On the phone?”

To which he would mumble some gibberish. Which ever way, I’m already on my way to Vex Town.

NOT TODAY THOUGH.

He didn’t have time, or plainly didn’t want to explain things to me and suffer another interrogation, and rushed to his father’s side.

Another 30 minutes or so, the explanation for his behaviour walked through. A 17-year-old boy. Needless to say it piqued my curiosity. And the first thing I did was to seek any resemblance between the boy and hubby. (Here goes my hyped-up imagination again!)

After all excitement – on my behalf only – died down, my mind started registering the actual words coming out from the 17-year-old boy’s mouth. He is destitute and hubby is helping him out. That’s why he is here sitting down in the porch.

It was a like light bulb gone off in my head! Plus a sigh of relief!! A topic for my blog. Yay! But after listening to his story – and oh! he is not 17 but 20 years old – I decided not to write about his sad story. It is HIS story. All that is needed to know is that he needs help. Our help. Hubby’s help.

I know hubby would do the right thing. He made me proud today. Again. And the love I have for him? Just more than quadrupled...it multiplied a thousandfold. You may call my hubby any names under the sun but a heartless soul he is not.

Like Kelly Clarkson so aptly sang: My life would suck without you J!

A Sincere Apology

2009-09-23T12:08:00.004-03:00

I know I said I wouldn't spend much time online because all I seemed - and still seem to do - is to browse/surf the net. Even my neighbor has noticed and made it her business to run her mouth on my activities. Not that I care but it just rubbed me the wrong way. Especially when she is trying to let everyone knows what I'm up to. Not that they care either. Anyhow, whatever her grudge be, it rattled my cage and I went back to my old routine. Wake up, bathe, breakfast, internet, eat, bathe, internet, TV, internet, bathe, sleep. Now I wouldn't even budge to pee. Unless it becomes pressing. (Hubby if you're reading this then you know I'm lying right? LOL)

Oh yes! Apology. A big and sincere one. For changing Blogger templates for the umpteenth time. BTC (Blogger Template Crisis) and PMS knock my hormones around every month.

So now you know.

Off I go again...for a well-deserved shower.

One Sentence...

2009-09-22T11:32:00.003-03:00

That said it all...

Hubby has been reading my blog and he was so touched by some of the posts and he told me something which made my day...or night...or life!

If I tell you I love you I'd be falling short of my true feelings for you...

Nuff said...

English Moaner

2009-09-20T14:08:00.007-03:00

I'm a bit skeptic to write about what I'm about to write but what the heck! After posting Accents it triggered my memory and transported me to one episode which took place, around 3 years ago, on a lazy afternoon, amongst myself and 4 ex-colleagues.

Normally we wouldn't shy away from any topic and this afternoon was no different. Before I continue please meet R, B, P, N. N was the non-Mauritian one.

The conversation started with our current relationships and somehow we reached to the moaning-and-screaming-during-sex part. Now if you ask me it never crossed my mind that being with an English speaker I moan in English. Which didn't escape the attention of my so kind friends. They happily pointed it out to me that I'm an 'English-moaner'; if such a word does exist. To be honest I've never ever thought about it! And of course they put me on the spot! They were prying open my private and intimate moments - shamelessly might I add - like a skilful surgeon treating a bleeding wound. I was being bombarded with questions. Oh! I had to even 'English-moan' for them. I was blushing so hard I thought my cheeks would burst. The conversation was so raunchy even P, the conservative one, was blushing. R and B were, then, veterans. Until I catch up with them! LOL

Anyway long story short, they had a good laugh. At my friggin' expense!

But hey I don't deny it felt uncomfortable, initially, to moan in English but I got used to it! And now thinking about moaning in French/Creole - which is hubby's fantasy (keep it hush hush y'all) - sounds so outlandish to me. Weird since I started with French moans.

Which brings me to this: Are you a moaner or screamer?

I'm not asking for you to blab about your sex life. I'm just being curious. That's all.

One Love...

Accents

2009-09-17T10:06:00.003-03:00

Being a Mauritian and bilingual bring multiple benefits to me, especially when I'm living somewhere else. For almost ten years I haven't spoken French, minus three brief months when I was on holidays and working for a call center managed by some French people. During the first few years I came across a few stumbling blocks. Being in London made me want to blend in so bad that I would listen hard and start to 'think in English'.

Speaking English fluently was the most important thing for me back then. I became so good that many Brits/English folks would think I was born in England. Which pleased me. (I hated being discriminated because of my accent!) And which upset hubby. He loves my French accent despite being told, many times, that I do not possess a French accent, it's a Creole accent! He would reply with a 'whatever I like it and do not talk to me with that English accent!' But I couldn't help it. And so it stuck to me. Like glue. Superglue.

And now I'm beginning to hate it. Why? Because, before my 'linguistic appeal got pawned' (attempting a geekish smile...very ish) I couldn't bear listening to non-French speakers 'englifying' French words. Like 'la creme de la creme' is 'la cream de la cream'. Or the futile use of 'passé' when the English language provides you with many options - outdated, old fashioned, outworn etc. My mind just can't register the use/pronunciation of French words by English speakers, period.

My severe dislike for such practice was, after a while, rudely brought to surface. By me. A not-so-ahh moment. A self-loathing moment. 2 days ago, while talking to hubby about something, I said 'la cream de la cream'!!! The sheer normalcy of it all made me cringe. It still does. I've been converted. Of course hubby laughed at me. I used to laugh at him too. It was payback time. I had to join in the mirth eventually because I was so embarrassed. But it sure shook me.

So I thought of going back to my Mauritian accent. It'll keep hubby happy and stop me from further self-embarrassment. Or I'll adopt the Vincy accent. That'd be a laugh. Guaranteed.

Moody Monday

2009-09-14T14:38:00.003-03:00

I've never liked Monday, whether I'm working or not. It always makes me feel edgy for unexplained reasons.

Last night was great. Hubby and I watched Dexter, 2 re-run episodes back to back, and NCIS. I don't remember falling asleep but I woke up with kisses falling on me face. Which should have set the pattern for today. But no it ain't gon be like that. Instead of kisses falling, it's raining. Hard. Which, kinda raising my hackles up. The rain is supposed to consume the heat into nothingness right? Everything looks still. Not one goddammit breeze. My fan is spurting futilely. I'm smelling like a fat sweaty baby and a cold shower proved to be another fruitless attempt to lower my body temperature.

Oh Mother Nature! Please spare me! I promise I will painfully look for bins next time before I dump anything.

No more oven-like heat...

Latest Update

2009-09-10T16:41:00.002-03:00

I've reached a decision - not so painful but it pinches my heart a bit.

I'll no longer be a regular blogger. I've been spending too much time online lately. I need to focus more on my social life and relationship.

That doesn't mean I'll stop blogging but I'll dedicate a few hours everyday for my online activities. Stop by from time to time...

If you need to reach me you know what to do!

Islanders Lounge

2009-09-09T12:32:00.003-03:00