A Post to piss you all off.

[This was written in ten minutes while I was going to Reduit. It contains lots of stuff about me that will not change the course of your life in the least bit. Also if you thought that I was not arrogant and self centred this has the potential to break your miserable dream. So much for the disclaimer. ]

Here goes:

Six years ago tragedy struck the USA and most precisely the state of NY with the incident of the WTC.

Six years ago I remember that my grandma was at our place and I was sitting by my favourite glass table, doing my homework. It was a particularly tough accounting question and I was not paying attention to the muted TV playing right in front of me.

Just then, the telephone rang. I don't remember who answered it but I know that just after that the volume of the TV was turned on and some foreign news channel, probably BBC or CNN was casting news about an air crash and the attack on the WTC.

I was really excited by this news. My parents and sister were panicked. My grandma wanted to go home. She was scared and insisted so much that my father finally agreed to drop her home. By that time, it was already 8 pm. The driver came and we set off. There was just four of us; me, my father, grandma and the driver. The drive to Mahebourg, where my grandma lives went quite smoothly and quietly. It was almost 10 pm when we arrived at destination. We had a conversation with our family there and set to return home quite quickly.

On our way back we passes near Plaisance where the airport is located and we were lucky to see a plane take off.

[Now there is something interesting that I wish to share with you. I always find it funny and somewhat annoying when I'm going to Mahebourg with my family and the driver is suddenly asked to stop the vehicle to admire a plane take off and everyone will gaze at the sky in amazement and point fingers and let out big "aahs" and "oohs". Having been born in Mahebourg, I consider myself as being a southern chick and southern chicks are not amazed by anything plane-related! :D ]

So, coming back to my story, we saw the plane take off and for the first time in my life I was truly amazed. Not by its appearance or the lights that are cast when it takes off but by the thought of how it would feel to see that coming directly towards you about to kill you, destroying everything about you. You get the picture. This thought was very creepy and that night as long as we were in the airport's vicinity, as long as I kept hearing the plane's noises, I was afraid. These planes were deadly pterodactyls, innocent-looking yet very lethal.

We then passed through Plaine Verte. There was a private meeting held by a political party there. My father went in to say hello. I was scared. On our way home I kept silent until I got home. I had my homework to complete. And had to stay awake a long time before I could call it a day. So much for how I've spent my 11th September 2001. I was 14 then.

P.S : It contains grammar errors I know, too lazy to correct.

something stinky...

Today I had a real hard time with Zou. She has brought a dead hen home! Yeah a real dead hen! Now you'll ask me where the hell could she have found a hen in the vicinity? Well, I'm as perplexed as you are! The dead animal was stinky as hell and imagine me trying to separate Zou from the animal and at the same time holding my breathe and trying not to puke! You get the picture? Aargh!

Ah, here's Zou, laughing at my attempts to get her hen She's cute as hell but oh so naughty! And I get a feeling that she has thoroughly enjoyed making me run after her with the hen safely in her mouth. Maybe she thought I wanted a bite too!

Anyway in the end I won! Yaaayyyy! :D

something tasty...

Hello people! Yesterday I've been quite busy making dal puris! :D I did it my way since I don't know the original dal puri recipe, the ones that are sold by street hawkers and so on. I made the dough with flour and "dholl gram" and some spices. I've crushed the dholl by hand. After some complicated series of events (which I am too exhausted and lazy to relate and which will not change your life the least bit), the dal puris were ready! Tadaaaaaaaaaaaa! And then I made some rougaille and potato in curry to be eaten with the dal puri. I also made a sort of soup to accompany all of this.

It was a real spicy meal but I guess that my family enjoyed it, or they were pretending to be. But anyway this made me happy! Cheers people and my hungry aliens!

Euphoria

Today I'm feeling really happy (ok, more than usual). Maybe it's just the Friday thing or I'd rather think that it's because today I did something which I used to do when I was younger, that is in secondary school. No no, it's not that I've bunked classes today. That is just so so outdated! I did something illegal today ladies and gents and my shocked aliens! Yes yes illegal! Of course, I'm not telling a soul what that is! I fear, I fear. Morinn is not almighty, you see! Gosh I'm speaking about me in the third person. I've really lost it.

Let's change the subject, shall we? This is getting too damn embarrassing for me.

Throughout my posts I've listed many stuff that make me happy. Sunshine, flowers, beautiful stuff, some special persons, my family, my doggies, food :D , rock, risks, drives.

So I wanted to know. What are the things that make you happy?

C'mon tell me about it! :P

My Savanna is being polluted by stupid people

It all happened yesterday when I took my dogs for their evening walks. I usually don't take them too far. I let them loose on our own property, the part that is still left wild. I call this part the savanna because, well it looks like a savanna minus the lion, zebras and giraffes of course!

So, coming back to yesterday, I was really angry to see that some people have dumped their garbage on our land. I just can't imagine how someone could make so much effort just to dump his garbage in the property of others when in this region scavengers make rounds twice a week! Instead of dumping the trash here, they could just have put them in those big LMLC sacks and waited patiently for the scavengers to come and collect them. Duh! They must have looked really stupid taking all their garbage presumably by night and coming to dump them here.

My mother's take on this is that those people are not aware that scavengers do collect plastic stuff and they thought they cannot burn their garbage either so they just carried the whole of them and came to dump them here with the hope that the land owner will not notice the huge pile of garbage.

I'm still figuring out what to do about this. My father suggested a "private property, do not dump" sort of sign to be put there.

Do you think this can solve the problem?