In the papers

You remember when I was saying that I had to meet some unknown people for an interview. It was in fact an interview for the Mauritian newspaper, Le Mauricien. The article is about blogging in Mauritius, how it is done, its purpose, advantages, etc... This article involved mostly me, Jevin, Keli and the mysterious founder of the Mauritian Blog Brethren. It was fun to give the interview and thrilling to see its result today.

I'm not going to pretend I'm a star and be all pretentious suddenly. It could have been anyone out there. I was just lucky enough to have been contacted.

The article is in French and for further details you can check out GeekScribes who were the first to notice it (thanks Inf for letting us know :D) or this thread on the MBB forum where Jess has posted a transcript of the article or the Media Guru's post on the article.

P.S: My picture turned out to be really horrible but I'm not complaining. Really! :D So long dudettes and dudes and my excited aliens. A horror movie is calling me.

Weird Photography Part 2

After my first post on the golden age of weird photography many people (OK it was just the voices in my head) have asked me to post weird and freaky pictures I might have in my gallery. So without further delay, here they are:

Cute you'd say? It looks like the cat has hands...

Only the author of this masterpiece can enlighten us on its purpose. ;)

Seen on the eve of Halloween, the auditorium toilet ghost. A major characteristic: the fake smile.

This tree is weird, to say the least...

When drawers have feet.

I got her when I was 10. I'm still trying to find out who ruined my birthday...

Anyway, take care dudettes and dudes and my freaky aliens. I'm off for some really well-deserved sleep.

Hare Sightings

These are images of the rare hare sightings at the place where I live. Images taken by Jevin while constantly put under stress by me, quite understandable I'd say.

I know it's not as impressive seen on image as it was seeing it in front of me but this has really marked me.

Anyway so long dudettes and dudes and my hairy aliens. :D

My Day in letters

I am supposed to write on letters, don't ask me why. :P So here's a summary of my day in letters! haha!

A for Aqua.
I had lots of water today and strangely I can't have enough.

B for boring.
Obviously.

C for Cat.
My cat is mad at me again. I always fail to understand why.

D for Disease.
It's influenza in fact.

E for Elephant.
Go figure.

F for Face.
Can't stop looking at it.

G for Grass.
It was irrigated today.

H for House.
Can't stop loving it.

I for I can't believe it.
I can't believe I'm doing this.

J for Jevin.
I've got a superb crush on you. :S (He's gone camping, he won't read this. :P)

K for Kamelot.
where's my CD?

L for Litres.
As in litres of water.

M for Morina.
It has always been. :D

N for No.
Say no to maize and chicken.

O for Opressed
My mum rules my life.

P for Pissed off.
Pissed off at Middlesbrough.

Q for Quasi.
Caught up between totally and not at all.

R for Rice.
1 week without it. Yay!

S for Silly
Feeling silly.

T for Tranquility.
I desperately need it.

U for Unanimous.
This word was invented for a reason.

V for Vanity.
Can't escape it.

W for War.
It's cold and useless.

X for Xoro.
That printer/fax machine or whatever.

Y for You.
Who are you? :P

Z for Zou.
She has a unique way of talking and she is just a dog. :P

Aargh dudettes and dudes and my shocked aliens, I still can't believe I did this. Will it change something if I said I'm under medication. Huh?

Lemons of wrath

I am emotionally attached to my lemons and lemon trees. It's an unexplainable and totally weird feeling but it's that way, I can't help it. Every time someone tries to approach my lemon trees I feel nervous.

Now yesterday I came to know that some kids stole lemons from my tree and no need to say that I was angry, firstly because they could have asked. Of course, I would have said no, but they would have had the great feeling of having been polite. Secondly because I know they are going to sell those lemons or do something weird with them, as I doubt they were actually planning a pitcher of chilled lemon juice. Duh!

Now now people will call me of all names saying how cruel I am for not letting people pick lemon from my trees. I am not that mean. Once an old lady was passing by and offered me ten rupees for 4 lemons, and I gave them to her freely. OK, I know that won't give me a place next to Mother Theresa, wherever she might be, but that sure made you think I am relatively nice, huh?

Something has got to be done to prevent future lemon thefts and I'm off to trim my lemon trees and count my lemons. So long dudettes and dudes and my crazy aliens.

P.S: My toe is fine. :D