After arriving at Home at 06:00 am on all fours after a night out at Takamaka with my friends (I'm really getting too old for Clubbing, but Julien Rivet was so nice, because it was the birthday of my cousin we had free champagne and shots!)
Anyway on Sunday, instead of going about in London, i was stuck here in my room in Mauritius like the worst anti-social, pouting and cursing the world for making London so far. Imagine if we were able to just pop-by for the week-end, wouldn't that be great? So i looked at all the videos i made with my Flip Camera and put it all together. Well not all, as you can see the video stops suddenly but there was a technical issue with my stupid old pc. Why can't i get a Mac!
I understand now why Stephan kept saying that i was embarrassing him because i looked like a tourist filming even ''British pigeons''. But common they were eating KFC... URBAN CANNIBALISM!!!
Anyway, this was supposed to be a page with a video but my verbal diarrhea could not stop but be a diva. It's my fingers, i can't help it, it keeps typing. Ok stop fingers, stop typing stop Stop typ
Bollocks! I MISS LONDON!
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Bye bye Britain
Here i am back in Mauritius...The last week went in a flash, as usual. The last bits are the best. Stephan took a week off, well kind of off but kind of working but ah forget it, at least he was not away. i dont know how the last three days ended up in a house make-over project. We went to habitat, which by the way is having amazing closing down sales, i have to check if we can buy online from Mauritius coz it's like 70% off! I'm gutted it's closing down, i loved Habitat! We got these sticks from Next home one for him and one for me so that at least we'll be coming back home to the same scent. And on Friday we went to Ikea in Croydon. Dude, did you know there were trams in London? yeah there are! We took a tram to Croydon! And at Croyon we also saw a man traveling by horse-drawn carriage, a Horse-Drawn carriage!!!
And i heard a lot of ''Ayo guett ca couma zoli ta'' at Ikea! And a lot of ''vansse toi train p vini'' at Croydon station. Could it be Mauritian city?
We got a table for, guess, guess how much. common try, guess, you'll never guess! 3.75 pounds!!!! A table!!! Rs150!!!! A table!!! We had a Frappuccino at starbucks which was almost as expensive as a table!
SUNDAY
No i won't cry! We've done that how many time before? at least 10 times! It's pointless crying. People cry when they are sad, i am not sad. I am gutted to say another goodbye but i am not sad because i had an amazing time and i enjoyed every second of it. Finally i am sure of what i want. The pink luggage with the big ribbon was there again and the sound of them rolling on Brixton street were not the same anymore. After the check-in of my suitcase i looked behind for Stephan and he was standing straight again but this time, his face was different. A last hug and thousands of last kisses later i went off turning my head every 3 seconds to catch a last glance at him, he doesn't move until i go behind this wall at security. I hate this wall, couldn't they make it see through glasses like in Mauritius. i don't know if any of you have ever been in a distance relationship and ever experience that sudden change in the air around you. For a month this space was filled with beautiful sparkling colors, beautiful energy and emotion and suddenly, crossing this line at security it disappears. As if the screening disconnected it. Normally thats what make me cry but i am not shedding one tear. I go to boots to take my hair cream but realize that soon i will have to have my hair straight and sleek again. No more flirty curls happily flying about. I'll go back to my normal life, heels, corporate dress, make up, hair neatly tied at the back. I'll watch American movies in french, i'll be back in my bedroom with my white duck feather bedding, there will be mum, dad, Emily and Mr Parker. I'll go to bed alone, to the sound of dogs barking. I'll wake up to the sound of birds and the neighbor's cock singing instead of that woman with Jamaican accent who always have to fight with her kids to put them in the car to go to school. Stephan won't bring me my tea in bed, but my dad will prepare it and leave it in the kitchen so that i have it nice and ready when i wake up (Me and my tea man!).
I have two life and i always have to leave one behind and in any of the goodbyes it's heartbreaking because i love both... Next time he will come, maybe in a month, maybe in two, or three or six i don't know yet. But hopefully we won't have to say goodbye again! In the meantime i'll ask a friend to accompany me to events that are invitation for two. Each time a diffrent one depending on who is free, and people would think ''wow she changes boyfriend a much as she changes knickers'' No!! It's not my boyfriend, my boyfriend is in the other part of the wooooooorld i'd want to scream at them! I'll be the only one alone again amongst my friends who are either getting married or having kids... I'll be addicted to work again ( i am truly addicted to work and i love it)
Be good Stephan. Ayanda, Nadia, Claudia, Ivana take care of my hubby and don't let him work too much. Gosh all his friends are like a a a a a. AyanDA, NadiA, ClaudiA, IvanA! wtf!
Holidays over,Blog over. Thanks for Reading, i hope you enjoyed it as much as me... Hopefully there will be others...
And i heard a lot of ''Ayo guett ca couma zoli ta'' at Ikea! And a lot of ''vansse toi train p vini'' at Croydon station. Could it be Mauritian city?
We got a table for, guess, guess how much. common try, guess, you'll never guess! 3.75 pounds!!!! A table!!! Rs150!!!! A table!!! We had a Frappuccino at starbucks which was almost as expensive as a table!
SUNDAY
No i won't cry! We've done that how many time before? at least 10 times! It's pointless crying. People cry when they are sad, i am not sad. I am gutted to say another goodbye but i am not sad because i had an amazing time and i enjoyed every second of it. Finally i am sure of what i want. The pink luggage with the big ribbon was there again and the sound of them rolling on Brixton street were not the same anymore. After the check-in of my suitcase i looked behind for Stephan and he was standing straight again but this time, his face was different. A last hug and thousands of last kisses later i went off turning my head every 3 seconds to catch a last glance at him, he doesn't move until i go behind this wall at security. I hate this wall, couldn't they make it see through glasses like in Mauritius. i don't know if any of you have ever been in a distance relationship and ever experience that sudden change in the air around you. For a month this space was filled with beautiful sparkling colors, beautiful energy and emotion and suddenly, crossing this line at security it disappears. As if the screening disconnected it. Normally thats what make me cry but i am not shedding one tear. I go to boots to take my hair cream but realize that soon i will have to have my hair straight and sleek again. No more flirty curls happily flying about. I'll go back to my normal life, heels, corporate dress, make up, hair neatly tied at the back. I'll watch American movies in french, i'll be back in my bedroom with my white duck feather bedding, there will be mum, dad, Emily and Mr Parker. I'll go to bed alone, to the sound of dogs barking. I'll wake up to the sound of birds and the neighbor's cock singing instead of that woman with Jamaican accent who always have to fight with her kids to put them in the car to go to school. Stephan won't bring me my tea in bed, but my dad will prepare it and leave it in the kitchen so that i have it nice and ready when i wake up (Me and my tea man!).
I have two life and i always have to leave one behind and in any of the goodbyes it's heartbreaking because i love both... Next time he will come, maybe in a month, maybe in two, or three or six i don't know yet. But hopefully we won't have to say goodbye again! In the meantime i'll ask a friend to accompany me to events that are invitation for two. Each time a diffrent one depending on who is free, and people would think ''wow she changes boyfriend a much as she changes knickers'' No!! It's not my boyfriend, my boyfriend is in the other part of the wooooooorld i'd want to scream at them! I'll be the only one alone again amongst my friends who are either getting married or having kids... I'll be addicted to work again ( i am truly addicted to work and i love it)
Be good Stephan. Ayanda, Nadia, Claudia, Ivana take care of my hubby and don't let him work too much. Gosh all his friends are like a a a a a. AyanDA, NadiA, ClaudiA, IvanA! wtf!
Holidays over,Blog over. Thanks for Reading, i hope you enjoyed it as much as me... Hopefully there will be others...
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Bilder von Berlin
Ich libe sie Berlin even if sie leibe nicht micht... or however you would say i love you even if you don't love me... To be honest, i did not feel the animosity i was expecting from Berliners after reading this article.
I had such a lovely time even if i had way too much beer and peed enough to irrigate all the sugar cane field on the Island... I stuffed my face with delicious cakes, Cherries, sausages and ice creams. I ate like there was no tomorrow!
I totally understand Stephan's point now. It a Big city but Berliners can actually live normally there. There is space and it's actually extremely tranquil. Lots of bikers instead of cars so less noise. It's one of those big cities where you can actually afford having babies and raise a family. As much as i love London, i would not necessarily want to be a mummy here because of all the fumes and noise and the amount of people everywhere. Unless i start crapping money and go live somewhere like Hamstead heath or something. Is it me or the parenting system is slightly inverted there? You would see the man holding the baby instead of the woman and in 8 out of 10 cases when i saw a couple in a car, the driver would be the woman! Have anyone else noticed that?
But yeah Berlin is definitely Baby city. Oh why i'm i having this debate anyway; It not as if i was thinking of little kittens no no no! Me? NOOO! My mum sent be a text with these three words '' Don't get pregnant!'' Pfff me honestly mum why would you say that. It's not as if i was thinking about that all the time and that i already have the name and a few clothes bought because they looked too cute... No, not at all thinking of that right now!
Apart from the fact that most of the time i had to get Stephan to talk for me because my sprechen sprechen is not great i loved every minute! And at last, i could have some philanthropic time with my Boyfriend before i shoot back to Motherland! Last 4 days of coupleness before months! But no moaning Now is Now!
Enjoy some pictures, my camera is getting a bit old so i could not take much... all other images are kept safely in my head!
I LOVE YOU BERLIN!
I had such a lovely time even if i had way too much beer and peed enough to irrigate all the sugar cane field on the Island... I stuffed my face with delicious cakes, Cherries, sausages and ice creams. I ate like there was no tomorrow!
I totally understand Stephan's point now. It a Big city but Berliners can actually live normally there. There is space and it's actually extremely tranquil. Lots of bikers instead of cars so less noise. It's one of those big cities where you can actually afford having babies and raise a family. As much as i love London, i would not necessarily want to be a mummy here because of all the fumes and noise and the amount of people everywhere. Unless i start crapping money and go live somewhere like Hamstead heath or something. Is it me or the parenting system is slightly inverted there? You would see the man holding the baby instead of the woman and in 8 out of 10 cases when i saw a couple in a car, the driver would be the woman! Have anyone else noticed that?
But yeah Berlin is definitely Baby city. Oh why i'm i having this debate anyway; It not as if i was thinking of little kittens no no no! Me? NOOO! My mum sent be a text with these three words '' Don't get pregnant!'' Pfff me honestly mum why would you say that. It's not as if i was thinking about that all the time and that i already have the name and a few clothes bought because they looked too cute... No, not at all thinking of that right now!
Apart from the fact that most of the time i had to get Stephan to talk for me because my sprechen sprechen is not great i loved every minute! And at last, i could have some philanthropic time with my Boyfriend before i shoot back to Motherland! Last 4 days of coupleness before months! But no moaning Now is Now!
Enjoy some pictures, my camera is getting a bit old so i could not take much... all other images are kept safely in my head!
I LOVE YOU BERLIN!
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Berlin
frau und Frauline ch bin in Berlin!
Ich bin not going to do another Blog Kitty in Berlin let's keep that one rolling but just in case, it's not the name of a town in London but the actual Berlin in Germany! And with that i am addressing to one particular person which i won't name :-)
Here is the letter from the editor of Berlin city guide that i found in the room:
Lots of international visitors will be coming to town for the Fashion week in July. They'll be going to the fashion shows, bar and restaurants; and if they still have time, perhaps do some shopping or see an exhibition. Generally, they stay in hotels. Some visitors decide to stay for longer. Some Berliners now found that annoying. They say the permanent visitors are responsible for rising the beer prices and, anyway ''You just don't meet any Berliner in Mitte anymore''.
At Berlin&I, we look forward to seeing all the guests. continues...
And here is the related article
Berlin Loves you, Berlin loves you not, Berlin loves you Berlin loves you not Berlin loves you... if you had your eyes peeled on a walk through the city lately, you may have discovered stickers with somewhat conflicting messages- a heart and a broken heart. The rumors are the messages were meant for tourists. Now you could ignore the whole thing as the action of a single instigator- sometimes good, sometimes evil. Nevertheless, the topic did make it to the evening news. And indeed, a few Friedrichain and Kreuzberg residents were actually mobilising against visitors. They hung up posters blaring ''Help the tourists are coming'' and complained about touristification at specially convened meetings. Their fear is that more hotels might start opening up and that rents would rise in the area. In light of the waves tourist bashing was making, even the politicians were getting involved. Green MP Dirk Behrendt is attempting to forge a compromise. He's for ''sustainable urban tourism'', adding that guests are - of course- more than welcome. The conclusion: Berlin loves you!
OKAY! Now when you add that to '' oh by the way if you see skin heads running towards you, run as fast as you can, they don't like seeing a white German with an ethnic girl here'' But i think that Stephan was just trying to scare me on that one. He was joking right? I'm not going to be the Mrs. Mauritian Hart of Berlin?
The superman GM that i had at Fourpoints used to say that if we mixed Mauritian and German standards of service we would hit the charts in terms of guest satisfaction. And my mum used to say that if we take half shot of Mauritian and half shot of German shake up the mixture it would give the perfect Human being. I guess i kind of know what they were on about now. Just as an example; In london we have ( shit i'm saying we, that's wrong coz i'm mauritian) ok let's start over. In London THEY have oyster cards for the tube and buses and there is a check in check out system at the doors where you click your card. So you could either take a weekly card or top-up pay as you go. ( for future visitors take a weekly or daily). So you have to click your card to get in. But here there is no such control and when i asked Stephan how they monitor who has a card and who hasn't he got a tat defensive going ''German are generally honest and we rely of trust and honesty'' Ok relax, i didn't mean to offend you but do you want me to believe that in 2011 there is such blinded ''trust'' If there is, Berlin should be getting some kind of Nobel prize of perfect travelers. ok could you imagine if in Mauritius we could just get in the bus and NTA would just ''trust'' that we have paid our ticket?? Hmm i am understanding more and more what my mum was on about!
We were a bit jaded as we had an early flight but as we have more or less 48 hours here we just left our bags at the Hotel and went on a little trip. I'm still trying to figure out why he told me that the hotel staff must think that i'm a prostitute!!! Me??? common! Well if they see my 100% cotton square knickers they'll understand that i'm not one so i'll make sure i'll leave them all in the bathroom! What do you think i've got such a great bum from wearing thongs? They dont support your bum. Knickers are like bra you know so stop wearing thongs!!!
It's completely different from London. I mean, as it's a big city i would have expected it do be more or less like London but it's very quiet. I could even see the same birds as we have in Mauritius. Stephan says that there are some in London as well but most of them died from overdose of Mac Donald. No joke here, i once saw a pigeon eating KFC. A Pigeon, a bird, eating a chicken, another kind of bird. Urban cannibalism, Nasty!
I think that the letters must have scared tourist coz i can hardly see any tourists in the streets. Stephan shows me around a little bit and i think he is getting a bit of nostalgia of the past. Stephan grew up in east Germany then his family somehow managed to go to west Germany before the fall of the Wall. God, Stephan actually went through this period, not world war of course my boyfriend is not a dinosaur but more in the cold war if i'm not mistaken. His mum and dad were full on in the war as children and his grand parents... hmmm sensitive subject let's not go on that. But i do feel tight in my throat thinking about what they went through.
When i see an old women in the streets i can't help but think of my Mum's friend Margrette and of her story. She was bended and she explained that it was from hiding underground for years as a child, for what 5 years? It ended in what 1945? so yeah they went through that period as well.
My history is very limited as all i learn at school was how the dutch ate all our dodos and how the french came, then the British etc. Sorry if my timing doesnt make total sense.
Stephan forgot to take me to the wall. Actually I'm wondering if he did not intentionally forget. I'll try again today but won't insist if he ''forgets' again. But as he did not want to do the historical bits I'll do what i do the best; window shopping!! i got a nice top and Stephan got me pants from ''who killed Bambi'' really nice pants my best so far. He said that he had to get me something from that shop because of it's name. He used to call me Bambi because he thinks that Bambi and i have a lot in common. Specially the eyes! Seriously the guy must me taking some other leaves in his hot water for breakfast! We had a very good time and no i have not been attacked by skinheads and Berliners have been very welcoming so far!
Today i want to do the whole thing The wall, the route of the soviet attack, the Fuhrer Bunker the site of Stauffenberg execution and as gore as it seems i also want to see the ancient Jewish cemetery. I'm i just a bit tired, is it PMT or is this place making me a bit sad...
I want to see David Blackburn as well! We'll go for a Mauritians in Berlin trip!
Oh need to get batteries for my camera...
Tchüß
Ich bin not going to do another Blog Kitty in Berlin let's keep that one rolling but just in case, it's not the name of a town in London but the actual Berlin in Germany! And with that i am addressing to one particular person which i won't name :-)
Here is the letter from the editor of Berlin city guide that i found in the room:
Lots of international visitors will be coming to town for the Fashion week in July. They'll be going to the fashion shows, bar and restaurants; and if they still have time, perhaps do some shopping or see an exhibition. Generally, they stay in hotels. Some visitors decide to stay for longer. Some Berliners now found that annoying. They say the permanent visitors are responsible for rising the beer prices and, anyway ''You just don't meet any Berliner in Mitte anymore''.
At Berlin&I, we look forward to seeing all the guests. continues...
And here is the related article
Berlin Loves you, Berlin loves you not, Berlin loves you Berlin loves you not Berlin loves you... if you had your eyes peeled on a walk through the city lately, you may have discovered stickers with somewhat conflicting messages- a heart and a broken heart. The rumors are the messages were meant for tourists. Now you could ignore the whole thing as the action of a single instigator- sometimes good, sometimes evil. Nevertheless, the topic did make it to the evening news. And indeed, a few Friedrichain and Kreuzberg residents were actually mobilising against visitors. They hung up posters blaring ''Help the tourists are coming'' and complained about touristification at specially convened meetings. Their fear is that more hotels might start opening up and that rents would rise in the area. In light of the waves tourist bashing was making, even the politicians were getting involved. Green MP Dirk Behrendt is attempting to forge a compromise. He's for ''sustainable urban tourism'', adding that guests are - of course- more than welcome. The conclusion: Berlin loves you!
OKAY! Now when you add that to '' oh by the way if you see skin heads running towards you, run as fast as you can, they don't like seeing a white German with an ethnic girl here'' But i think that Stephan was just trying to scare me on that one. He was joking right? I'm not going to be the Mrs. Mauritian Hart of Berlin?
The superman GM that i had at Fourpoints used to say that if we mixed Mauritian and German standards of service we would hit the charts in terms of guest satisfaction. And my mum used to say that if we take half shot of Mauritian and half shot of German shake up the mixture it would give the perfect Human being. I guess i kind of know what they were on about now. Just as an example; In london we have ( shit i'm saying we, that's wrong coz i'm mauritian) ok let's start over. In London THEY have oyster cards for the tube and buses and there is a check in check out system at the doors where you click your card. So you could either take a weekly card or top-up pay as you go. ( for future visitors take a weekly or daily). So you have to click your card to get in. But here there is no such control and when i asked Stephan how they monitor who has a card and who hasn't he got a tat defensive going ''German are generally honest and we rely of trust and honesty'' Ok relax, i didn't mean to offend you but do you want me to believe that in 2011 there is such blinded ''trust'' If there is, Berlin should be getting some kind of Nobel prize of perfect travelers. ok could you imagine if in Mauritius we could just get in the bus and NTA would just ''trust'' that we have paid our ticket?? Hmm i am understanding more and more what my mum was on about!
We were a bit jaded as we had an early flight but as we have more or less 48 hours here we just left our bags at the Hotel and went on a little trip. I'm still trying to figure out why he told me that the hotel staff must think that i'm a prostitute!!! Me??? common! Well if they see my 100% cotton square knickers they'll understand that i'm not one so i'll make sure i'll leave them all in the bathroom! What do you think i've got such a great bum from wearing thongs? They dont support your bum. Knickers are like bra you know so stop wearing thongs!!!
It's completely different from London. I mean, as it's a big city i would have expected it do be more or less like London but it's very quiet. I could even see the same birds as we have in Mauritius. Stephan says that there are some in London as well but most of them died from overdose of Mac Donald. No joke here, i once saw a pigeon eating KFC. A Pigeon, a bird, eating a chicken, another kind of bird. Urban cannibalism, Nasty!
I think that the letters must have scared tourist coz i can hardly see any tourists in the streets. Stephan shows me around a little bit and i think he is getting a bit of nostalgia of the past. Stephan grew up in east Germany then his family somehow managed to go to west Germany before the fall of the Wall. God, Stephan actually went through this period, not world war of course my boyfriend is not a dinosaur but more in the cold war if i'm not mistaken. His mum and dad were full on in the war as children and his grand parents... hmmm sensitive subject let's not go on that. But i do feel tight in my throat thinking about what they went through.
When i see an old women in the streets i can't help but think of my Mum's friend Margrette and of her story. She was bended and she explained that it was from hiding underground for years as a child, for what 5 years? It ended in what 1945? so yeah they went through that period as well.
My history is very limited as all i learn at school was how the dutch ate all our dodos and how the french came, then the British etc. Sorry if my timing doesnt make total sense.
Stephan forgot to take me to the wall. Actually I'm wondering if he did not intentionally forget. I'll try again today but won't insist if he ''forgets' again. But as he did not want to do the historical bits I'll do what i do the best; window shopping!! i got a nice top and Stephan got me pants from ''who killed Bambi'' really nice pants my best so far. He said that he had to get me something from that shop because of it's name. He used to call me Bambi because he thinks that Bambi and i have a lot in common. Specially the eyes! Seriously the guy must me taking some other leaves in his hot water for breakfast! We had a very good time and no i have not been attacked by skinheads and Berliners have been very welcoming so far!
Today i want to do the whole thing The wall, the route of the soviet attack, the Fuhrer Bunker the site of Stauffenberg execution and as gore as it seems i also want to see the ancient Jewish cemetery. I'm i just a bit tired, is it PMT or is this place making me a bit sad...
I want to see David Blackburn as well! We'll go for a Mauritians in Berlin trip!
Oh need to get batteries for my camera...
Tchüß
Sunday, July 10, 2011
hmmm i can't think of a title, do you mind if we do without?
Wednesday
Stephan is not home for 3 days, he went to... hmm... where did he go again? Oh i forgot but in some other country for work. Last time he left me alone i was so stressed to be alone in this flat so i asked Pascal if i could come stay with him. Ok before you think that i'm a scaredy cat here's the story. When i was about 12 someone told me that one: i would be heart broken but find someone else who would be much better at a very young age. which was true. I was a damn divorced women at 23!!!!!! haha, it's a nervous laugh because i'm always embarrassed to say that, but as it was in the newspapers i guess it isn't big news to anyone.Then second thing she said was to fulfill my dreams sooner than later because i would not live more that 28 years old!!! i would die in a fire!!! So as she was right on the first one i'm a bit nervous for the second one as i am 27 now!
I've done fire warden courses and stuff but i get nervous in Stephan's flat because he uses multi-plugs on extension cables which is soooooooooooo hazardous. Last time he left me alone i slept with the fire blanket just in case! Besides, how can you escape without causing a chimney effect in those English Flats! As i do not have a phone and that the home phone is just where i think there could be a fire i prefer going to Pascal's. Much safer! I would not mind drowning or heart attack or i don't know, vanish like Virgin Mary up in the sky but in a fire!! Grrrrrh gross! Hey while i'm here i could go see another fortunes teller, he might contradict the other one. Oh no, what if he says the same thing!
At Pascal's
I love Notting Hill, it looks so serene. All the houses are white ( normally it's all brick brown) And they have huge oak tress with vibrant green leaves. It looks like a picture. And it's very quiet as well, just like where i live in Mauritius. Pascal has organized my stay, he is just a five star host! On Wednesday we went to a really nice restaurant, and such amazing food. Normally I'm kind of peckish you know like a spoilt kid , no i don't want this,no don't even want to try that, no i don't eat food that i can't spell the name blah blah blah but on that night i felt brave and adventurous so i'll go with what Pascal ordered, the Chefs special! It must be good because it is one of Gordon Ramsey's favorite. And thank god i didn't order a Burger and fries because everything was delicious! I was not fond of the Pigeon because it was so red that i could almost hear it coo but apparently that's how you eat pigeon!
When we came back Brandon already made my bed. Oh white bedding with a duck feather duvet just like mine at home. ohhh that's gonna be good! He even rolled a white towel and put it on my bed. It looks so nice that i don't want to undo it! Five star hosts.
Thursday
I wake up like a new person, no noise during the night, no loud people, no ambulance or police cars, no music from tuned cars just peace and quiet. i can even hear the neighbor sneeze. So good!
Pascal and Brandon shoot off to work and i wander about a bit in the flat before going to meet the film producer as i have to do a few voice-overs.
At 10:00 i meet Harry at Covent Garden Station and we go to the London Film school to record the voice overs. When we get there they tell us that we would not be able to record before 13:00! Fuck i'm i gonna waste 3 hours waiting. So i propose we ask them if somehow we could use this time to see the movie on a computer somewhere as Harry has the Final edited Dvd with him. What they propose is even better. They offer the projection room. A little private cinema WOW! I'm going to see it as last, after what? Almost 3 years!
Oh it starting. Look it's me! On a big screen, yeah that's me! Oh i looked good with my long black hair! Gosh is that really me?? Kitty Philips, it says on the big screen! I'm her! I'm so nervous! See watching yourself on a big screen that's something else...
I won't say anything coz it will be screened in Mauritius soon but i'm not unhappy! The book is called Eve de ses Decombres but they changed the name of the movie to ''Les enfants de troumarons' I highly recommend the book.
I have to meet Pascal at 18:00 at the Savoy theater, we are going to see a Musical. Legally blond. As i'm already in the area it's pointless going back to Notting Hill. But i might go back home just to check if everything is ok. Did i switch all the plugs off? But while going to the station i hear lots of screams. What on earth is that. There are thousands of youngsters in the streets and policemen and helicopters! Oh my god it's the world premiere of Harry potter. The last episode and apparently people have been camping there since Monday! It's so crowded! I don't like Harry potter but a world premiere with all that bling is so inviting, i'm just gonna try squeeze somewhere in the crowd. I'm so surprised i did not go totally death after that. When the actors came it was just hysterical screams and girls crying! It was quite emotional actually because the actors were crying as it was the last episode. Remember little Harry Potter, he is a man now! So yeah it must be strange for them. God knows what their lives will be like now. I mean look at Joey in friends. Ten years in this series and now we cant see him anywhere else. God i miss Friends, Jenifer, sure you don't want to do a feature?
Legally Blond
That was sooooo cool and i had such a laugh. It helped me get rid of this ball in my throat from Madama butterfly instead i have this song in my head ''oh my god oh my god oh my god''. No surprise it got so may awards. I think i might be a bit blond inside after all! Pascal went bunkers and took the best seats so we could see everything crystal clear. I'm so lucky, Pascal is being so nice to me. I always wondered what it would be like to have a Brother, i think i know now.
Saturday, another opera.
I wont say the name of the opera because i think it's mean but i walked out! That was just what i hate about Opera, screaaaaaams. It gave me a head ache, no joke, a real headache. i felt like a vein in my brain would explode at any second. So Stephan, who kind of expected that i would not like it after seeing such a masterpiece like Madama Butterfly, accepted to walk out! Stephan walking out of an Opera is like me walking out of a shoe shop without seeing everything. So huge Sacrifice. i felt a bit guilty when i saw him going on his iphone to check the plot of the second act. Oh i was selfish there, it wouldn't have killed me to stay, or yeah maybe it would have!
Breaking news
I AM GOING TO BERLIN TODAY!!!! As it's my last week Stephan felt bad leaving me alone again so he is taking me with him! I'm so excited!
yeahhhiiiiiiii
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Dear Mr. Immigration person who amended the Holiday maker Visa
Dear honorable Mr. immigration decider,
I would like to attract your attention on the working holiday maker visa for Mauritians. Why did you cancel it for us? It's a bit mean you know. I spent some years making everything you wanted to let me in and gathered the pennies required for it and one day, when i had everything i went happily to the UK embassy in Port-Louis to get my application form to discover that you cancelled it for us! Why Mr immigration decider? why did you do that?
Ok here is the deal.... how about you re implement it? Yeah do it... you'll see it will be good for you! Because if you look closely we Mauritians are like your children. Mauritiius was a British colony and we even gave you an Island (ok i know the subject is very sensitive) But yeah daddy Britain how about a little philanthropy?
Lets look at the bright sight of things us Mauritians are cool people. We do not do any civil war ( ok maybe one but we called upon your help and thanks for that by the way. It would have been even better if you came earlier, this way my grand parents would not have lost their inherited colonial house in Port-Louis and my mum would not have been traumatized as child. But it's ok you came and restored peace)
So lets say that was the past but now, we are generally very peaceful. We are fun, very generous, very kind, very hmmmm well you know we are good! Plus we speak English, we write English and we drive to the left just like you so no accident!
We even watched the Royal wedding live on a big screen in Port-louis. Well i didnt, i dressed up at Home, put a tiara and watched it on my own. But we blessed them and prayed for them.
We are hard workers and we smile a lot at people. We have good skin and we are very healthy.It's important you know. Heard of any bad Mauritians... No the answer is no, don't even think.
We do not swear at policemen. We do not fight in the streets. We do not drink a lot then puke on other people in the underground. Not that you do but we definitely do not do that. Oh no our mums would kill us (not literally of course, Mauritian mums do not kill their children)
We love your country and we would really like to have the opportunity to dig more into it and learn from you. But Rupees to pounds is very expensive you know so if we do that system where we are able to work a bit to visit and spend more it would be better for your economy. You know we do like to spend a lot of money on clothes, shoes, shoes, shoes, shoes and theater, musicals, go in the country side and shoes. So you would be winning. Our super fun company plus the pennies that you would give us would come back to you. We gain and spend right here! Good innit.
So Mr. decider of important things will you be a good man and think about it? Don't take too long though because i'm 28 next year and i know it's the age limit to apply for this visa.
Much much love
Kitty
P.S Mr. Decider i might go Berlin next week for two days. I am definitely leaving the UK on Sunday 16 of July. I do not intend to stay here illegally so please do not give me a hard time when i come back from Berlin. I'm a good girl you know.
I would like to attract your attention on the working holiday maker visa for Mauritians. Why did you cancel it for us? It's a bit mean you know. I spent some years making everything you wanted to let me in and gathered the pennies required for it and one day, when i had everything i went happily to the UK embassy in Port-Louis to get my application form to discover that you cancelled it for us! Why Mr immigration decider? why did you do that?
Ok here is the deal.... how about you re implement it? Yeah do it... you'll see it will be good for you! Because if you look closely we Mauritians are like your children. Mauritiius was a British colony and we even gave you an Island (ok i know the subject is very sensitive) But yeah daddy Britain how about a little philanthropy?
Lets look at the bright sight of things us Mauritians are cool people. We do not do any civil war ( ok maybe one but we called upon your help and thanks for that by the way. It would have been even better if you came earlier, this way my grand parents would not have lost their inherited colonial house in Port-Louis and my mum would not have been traumatized as child. But it's ok you came and restored peace)
So lets say that was the past but now, we are generally very peaceful. We are fun, very generous, very kind, very hmmmm well you know we are good! Plus we speak English, we write English and we drive to the left just like you so no accident!
We even watched the Royal wedding live on a big screen in Port-louis. Well i didnt, i dressed up at Home, put a tiara and watched it on my own. But we blessed them and prayed for them.
We are hard workers and we smile a lot at people. We have good skin and we are very healthy.It's important you know. Heard of any bad Mauritians... No the answer is no, don't even think.
We do not swear at policemen. We do not fight in the streets. We do not drink a lot then puke on other people in the underground. Not that you do but we definitely do not do that. Oh no our mums would kill us (not literally of course, Mauritian mums do not kill their children)
We love your country and we would really like to have the opportunity to dig more into it and learn from you. But Rupees to pounds is very expensive you know so if we do that system where we are able to work a bit to visit and spend more it would be better for your economy. You know we do like to spend a lot of money on clothes, shoes, shoes, shoes, shoes and theater, musicals, go in the country side and shoes. So you would be winning. Our super fun company plus the pennies that you would give us would come back to you. We gain and spend right here! Good innit.
So Mr. decider of important things will you be a good man and think about it? Don't take too long though because i'm 28 next year and i know it's the age limit to apply for this visa.
Much much love
Kitty
P.S Mr. Decider i might go Berlin next week for two days. I am definitely leaving the UK on Sunday 16 of July. I do not intend to stay here illegally so please do not give me a hard time when i come back from Berlin. I'm a good girl you know.
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Madama Butterfly
04.07.11
It's the very first time in the four years that Stephan and have been together that i am here for his birthday. As he has been away from his family for the last 18 years i always felt that he lost the feeling of waking up to someone wishing him Happy birthday. You know, for your birthday, you wanna wake up and feel like you're the queen (well the king at least). For most people that's normal but for me it's soooooo big! I am with my boyfriend on his birthday!!! I don't even have to call, text or skype! HE IS RIGHT HERE!! So just for today, he ask i do, without pushing the limits of course! I'll wake up early like him and do his coffee, I'll iron his shirt, i'll do his smoothie ( the guy takes it with soya milk, raspberries, banana (yikes) and Barley grass (double yikes) He is such a weirdo but ok, I'll do it, i don't have to drink it! I'll stand on the stairs and kiss him goodbye. i wont do any baby talk today coz that gets on his nerves, no comedy singing or dancing ( although this he can't help and laugh despite his will to be serious) And the ultimate ''sacrifice'' i'll go to the Opera with him tonight!! Yes opera! People singing loud and funny! I don't wanna be silly but honestly Opera! For me what Matt Bellamy does sometimes when he goes wild on stage and get his epic convulsions is opera! People singing ''do you want a cup of tea'' is Funny! But it's ok I'll behave and stay open! I already upset him on sunday night when i said that the movie ''The life of others'' is nothing worth a wank but that House Bunny is the best ever!
When he came back from work i had hidden gifts and notes everywhere and on the last note was ''i love you'' i write it coz i can't say it seriously. If i say it i comedy say it despite my will to stay serious! He red the note and smile then looked straight at me and said the three words punctuated by my darling And here it is, here right in his eye ball, the sparkle! I feel weak in the knees and almost want to cry with joy. Normally we would write it or even just a ''L.U'' But today he looked at me and said it and even added ''my darling'' this is like MY birthday! Don't get me wrong we do love each other but i think we are a bit shy or prude in regards to the three words. I am anyway! Hold on is this part of his Pimp your lingo program?!
I'm gonna get ready, i don't care if it gets cold, i'm going to the opera and i'm gonna wear a dress and heels. No tights, to ugly coat to hide my beautiful dress! I'll do my hair up and do the make-up that he likes. The Mariane's is also out. No not my tits! you twisted mind! The Mariane's is a ring that his mum gave me. It's quite old and i don't wear it very often. I would not want someone to cut my finger off for it.
Madama Butterfly
We've got excellent seats, i can see everything, even the orchestra. God this place is Grand! I love those red velvet seats. It reminds me so much of when i was a child and spent most of my time wandering about in the Plaza theater. The guardian was my best friend ever and i knew each little corner of this theater. Barbie and Ken loved it as well.
Ok i have to focus, stay open. It means a lot to Stephan. Not only because he had a part in this Opera back in the days when he finished Drama School but also because he has music in his blood. He plays the Violin since the age of Three and went to special school and everything. His Dad and mum are musicians ( like it's their profession!) His brother is a musician it's like the Bach family! So i'm gonna behave, it's his birthday!
Lights go dim, i know i've said it, but GOD this place is grand! The conductor taps on his little desk and starts! WOW he is rather passionate! His expressions, his movements, his hands... Will he make it to the end of the show at this rhythm? I'm praying that i'm gonna like it coz it's MORE than two hours play!!
At the beginning i was adjusting to the fact that it's all singing. In Italian but there is a little screen at our seats with the english translation. I giggle internally when one sang '' do you want another whisky?'' and the other replied ( still singing '' yes please'' Just ask it normally dude!
But then i hear this female voice and here she comes, Madama butterfly. It get's to your guts, to your heart. you feel your whole body vibrate and your throat go tight, your hands are wet and so are your eyes. It's like you stop breathing when she sings, you just want the world to stop at this particular moment. You wanna laugh, you wanna cry, you wanna scream! How on earth can she do that? How can a human being transmit so much energy, so much emotions. i suddenly understand the word emotion. Energy in motion! How can she do that to the whole audience. See what i didnt like about opera was that it's to structured, too perfect. But this woman can sing perfectly and still transmit emotion. Stephan told me after that it is very rare because, to keep their voice clear, they need to avoid getting too emotional and that he was very impressed by the way this woman did anything she wanted with so much ease and that i was extremely lucky to see that! The story is very tragic. It's an American who married this 15 year old Japanese girl then went back to America. For three years, the girl waited for him while he already married another woman. An American woman. The Japanese ( Madama butterfly) was just for fun. Just to enjoy guilt free sex with a 15 year old while he was on a mission to Japan. But when he knew three years after that he had a son with her he came back with his American wife to take the boy. I knew the end of the story but still hoped for some kind of happy ending. But no she dies! She let's her son go with nasty American couple for him to have a brighter future and kills herself. Too much pain for Madama Butterfly. As she dies she see her husband from afar and try to go to him. Her body man, it was like a butterfly. Is this woman human?!
i cant really explain the end coz my brain went dead, it was just too much for me ( in a good way) i am taken aback by the power of these singers, by the emotions in me. You wanna go down on the stage and slap this bastard and take Madama butterfly in your arms and comfort her! i think that if god could sing he would sound exactly like that (yes i think that god is a woman, trow stones at me if you want but god is a woman)
No no no it's not over yet! keep the light on keep singing Madama butterfly! When the curtains go down i want to scream this ball out of my throat, my head whole face goes tense i want to stand up like all the others and shout bravo but Stephan and all the people in my row remain seated! I scan through the audience, god i've never seen so many male adults cry! Women are are wiping their cheeks and men just let their tears helplessly roll on their face! I don't want to go, i want to stay here and see it all over again! I clapped non stop for about 10 minutes! I could not leave! If i was a man i'd ask Madama butterfly to marry me to make her happy again!
If you are in the UK go watch it, yes the ticket cost a bomb but to it anyway, it's worth every penny. For the rest of the world if you can afford it, pay a ticket to London and go watch it! I'm still trying to get rid of this ball in my throat and feel that i'm going to start crying for any reason but it's so so so so so so so so worth it! Thank you Kristine Opolais. By the way if you are running to Youtube to watch it don't. the videos there are not at all representative of what i've seen yesterday! Just Go watch it live!
It's the very first time in the four years that Stephan and have been together that i am here for his birthday. As he has been away from his family for the last 18 years i always felt that he lost the feeling of waking up to someone wishing him Happy birthday. You know, for your birthday, you wanna wake up and feel like you're the queen (well the king at least). For most people that's normal but for me it's soooooo big! I am with my boyfriend on his birthday!!! I don't even have to call, text or skype! HE IS RIGHT HERE!! So just for today, he ask i do, without pushing the limits of course! I'll wake up early like him and do his coffee, I'll iron his shirt, i'll do his smoothie ( the guy takes it with soya milk, raspberries, banana (yikes) and Barley grass (double yikes) He is such a weirdo but ok, I'll do it, i don't have to drink it! I'll stand on the stairs and kiss him goodbye. i wont do any baby talk today coz that gets on his nerves, no comedy singing or dancing ( although this he can't help and laugh despite his will to be serious) And the ultimate ''sacrifice'' i'll go to the Opera with him tonight!! Yes opera! People singing loud and funny! I don't wanna be silly but honestly Opera! For me what Matt Bellamy does sometimes when he goes wild on stage and get his epic convulsions is opera! People singing ''do you want a cup of tea'' is Funny! But it's ok I'll behave and stay open! I already upset him on sunday night when i said that the movie ''The life of others'' is nothing worth a wank but that House Bunny is the best ever!
When he came back from work i had hidden gifts and notes everywhere and on the last note was ''i love you'' i write it coz i can't say it seriously. If i say it i comedy say it despite my will to stay serious! He red the note and smile then looked straight at me and said the three words punctuated by my darling And here it is, here right in his eye ball, the sparkle! I feel weak in the knees and almost want to cry with joy. Normally we would write it or even just a ''L.U'' But today he looked at me and said it and even added ''my darling'' this is like MY birthday! Don't get me wrong we do love each other but i think we are a bit shy or prude in regards to the three words. I am anyway! Hold on is this part of his Pimp your lingo program?!
I'm gonna get ready, i don't care if it gets cold, i'm going to the opera and i'm gonna wear a dress and heels. No tights, to ugly coat to hide my beautiful dress! I'll do my hair up and do the make-up that he likes. The Mariane's is also out. No not my tits! you twisted mind! The Mariane's is a ring that his mum gave me. It's quite old and i don't wear it very often. I would not want someone to cut my finger off for it.
Madama Butterfly
We've got excellent seats, i can see everything, even the orchestra. God this place is Grand! I love those red velvet seats. It reminds me so much of when i was a child and spent most of my time wandering about in the Plaza theater. The guardian was my best friend ever and i knew each little corner of this theater. Barbie and Ken loved it as well.
Ok i have to focus, stay open. It means a lot to Stephan. Not only because he had a part in this Opera back in the days when he finished Drama School but also because he has music in his blood. He plays the Violin since the age of Three and went to special school and everything. His Dad and mum are musicians ( like it's their profession!) His brother is a musician it's like the Bach family! So i'm gonna behave, it's his birthday!
Lights go dim, i know i've said it, but GOD this place is grand! The conductor taps on his little desk and starts! WOW he is rather passionate! His expressions, his movements, his hands... Will he make it to the end of the show at this rhythm? I'm praying that i'm gonna like it coz it's MORE than two hours play!!
At the beginning i was adjusting to the fact that it's all singing. In Italian but there is a little screen at our seats with the english translation. I giggle internally when one sang '' do you want another whisky?'' and the other replied ( still singing '' yes please'' Just ask it normally dude!
But then i hear this female voice and here she comes, Madama butterfly. It get's to your guts, to your heart. you feel your whole body vibrate and your throat go tight, your hands are wet and so are your eyes. It's like you stop breathing when she sings, you just want the world to stop at this particular moment. You wanna laugh, you wanna cry, you wanna scream! How on earth can she do that? How can a human being transmit so much energy, so much emotions. i suddenly understand the word emotion. Energy in motion! How can she do that to the whole audience. See what i didnt like about opera was that it's to structured, too perfect. But this woman can sing perfectly and still transmit emotion. Stephan told me after that it is very rare because, to keep their voice clear, they need to avoid getting too emotional and that he was very impressed by the way this woman did anything she wanted with so much ease and that i was extremely lucky to see that! The story is very tragic. It's an American who married this 15 year old Japanese girl then went back to America. For three years, the girl waited for him while he already married another woman. An American woman. The Japanese ( Madama butterfly) was just for fun. Just to enjoy guilt free sex with a 15 year old while he was on a mission to Japan. But when he knew three years after that he had a son with her he came back with his American wife to take the boy. I knew the end of the story but still hoped for some kind of happy ending. But no she dies! She let's her son go with nasty American couple for him to have a brighter future and kills herself. Too much pain for Madama Butterfly. As she dies she see her husband from afar and try to go to him. Her body man, it was like a butterfly. Is this woman human?!
i cant really explain the end coz my brain went dead, it was just too much for me ( in a good way) i am taken aback by the power of these singers, by the emotions in me. You wanna go down on the stage and slap this bastard and take Madama butterfly in your arms and comfort her! i think that if god could sing he would sound exactly like that (yes i think that god is a woman, trow stones at me if you want but god is a woman)
No no no it's not over yet! keep the light on keep singing Madama butterfly! When the curtains go down i want to scream this ball out of my throat, my head whole face goes tense i want to stand up like all the others and shout bravo but Stephan and all the people in my row remain seated! I scan through the audience, god i've never seen so many male adults cry! Women are are wiping their cheeks and men just let their tears helplessly roll on their face! I don't want to go, i want to stay here and see it all over again! I clapped non stop for about 10 minutes! I could not leave! If i was a man i'd ask Madama butterfly to marry me to make her happy again!
If you are in the UK go watch it, yes the ticket cost a bomb but to it anyway, it's worth every penny. For the rest of the world if you can afford it, pay a ticket to London and go watch it! I'm still trying to get rid of this ball in my throat and feel that i'm going to start crying for any reason but it's so so so so so so so so worth it! Thank you Kristine Opolais. By the way if you are running to Youtube to watch it don't. the videos there are not at all representative of what i've seen yesterday! Just Go watch it live!
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