I'm home with a cold. *sniffle*
Why I'se gotta get sick every two months on average? Why is MY immune system so whack and everybody else runnin' around just oozing with good health?
I eat my veggies. I excercise. I drink nuff water. I take my vitamins. I refrain from makin' out with complete strangers.
What more do they want from me??
I get colds so often, I think I'll turn pro soon. Tha's how good I am at blowing my nose. I don't even bother with painkillers or Vicks.
Those are for amateurs.
I've been through it all before, and I can take my sore throat like a woman. Swollen glands no longer phase me.
I'm a trouper.
C.O.T.
I gotta start packin' for my trip. Aaargh, what a hassle.
Wednesday, August 20, 2003
Tuesday, August 19, 2003
Last night I had a hot dream about my ballroom partner. Wonder if that had anything to do with the fact that he got kinda upset at me at practice, and was in one of his "moods" for the rest of the night...
I gotta brush up on my Freudian psychology.
C.O.T.
I've been accused of giggling too much! Wha's up with that?? If I find somethin' funny, am I s'posed to hide it? Laughter is a good thing people! It shows happiness to be alive and all that crap. PLUS it burns calories!
Love
Bashie Giggler
I gotta brush up on my Freudian psychology.
C.O.T.
I've been accused of giggling too much! Wha's up with that?? If I find somethin' funny, am I s'posed to hide it? Laughter is a good thing people! It shows happiness to be alive and all that crap. PLUS it burns calories!
Love
Bashie Giggler
Monday, August 18, 2003
Well...it's my last week at work and also the last week before my cruise! Can't wait!
C.O.T.
Right, back to kissing. I gave you my worst, so now I'll give you my best.
Picture it: the middle of the night, empty (yet well-lit) beach, two friends frolicking on the sand, trying to repress their obvious attraction for each other, yet unable to resist the taboo of being alone...together.
When the "catch-me-if-you-can" childsplay subsides, the conversation turns less...innocent. It's like a dare now...adrenaline is flowing and nerves are high. We stand toe-to-toe, neither wanting to back down from the challenge. He holds my hands tells me to close my eyes. I swear he can hear my heart beating. He's so close now I can feel his warm breath on my face.
I feel intoxicated..."Now." I whisper.
And then he kisses me. So soft, and yet I feel the electricity. Only the stars witness our confession.
That was the sweetest, most chemical kiss I've ever had, and I think the high level of anticipation played a big part in that!
Aw man, when can I have some more of that?
C.O.T.
Right, back to kissing. I gave you my worst, so now I'll give you my best.
Picture it: the middle of the night, empty (yet well-lit) beach, two friends frolicking on the sand, trying to repress their obvious attraction for each other, yet unable to resist the taboo of being alone...together.
When the "catch-me-if-you-can" childsplay subsides, the conversation turns less...innocent. It's like a dare now...adrenaline is flowing and nerves are high. We stand toe-to-toe, neither wanting to back down from the challenge. He holds my hands tells me to close my eyes. I swear he can hear my heart beating. He's so close now I can feel his warm breath on my face.
I feel intoxicated..."Now." I whisper.
And then he kisses me. So soft, and yet I feel the electricity. Only the stars witness our confession.
That was the sweetest, most chemical kiss I've ever had, and I think the high level of anticipation played a big part in that!
Aw man, when can I have some more of that?
Friday, August 15, 2003
I feel the need to get this off my chest.
As annoying as The Self-Righteous Idiot is sometimes (the only guy in my office), he IS an attractive man, and he has some sexy hands.
Now I would NEVER admit this if I thought there was a chance in hell that he would ever read my blog.
There I said it loud (cybernetically anyway).
C.O.T.
What's in a kiss?
Ade over there talkin' about de "sauce" ;-) but let's backtrack for a sec to to wha's known as first base.
Now, I love kissing. In fact, as far as I can remember, I've only had one horrible kiss (lucky me) and that was my first official one. It was all slobbery and I believe the first thing I exclaimed after he pulled away was "Ew!".
To this day I have no clue how he feels about that!
More on this topic later!
As annoying as The Self-Righteous Idiot is sometimes (the only guy in my office), he IS an attractive man, and he has some sexy hands.
Now I would NEVER admit this if I thought there was a chance in hell that he would ever read my blog.
There I said it loud (cybernetically anyway).
C.O.T.
What's in a kiss?
Ade over there talkin' about de "sauce" ;-) but let's backtrack for a sec to to wha's known as first base.
Now, I love kissing. In fact, as far as I can remember, I've only had one horrible kiss (lucky me) and that was my first official one. It was all slobbery and I believe the first thing I exclaimed after he pulled away was "Ew!".
To this day I have no clue how he feels about that!
More on this topic later!
Thursday, August 14, 2003
Right now I'm on SUCH a high!
I feel wicked and bright and all-mighty and OH-so right!
I feel like I have the entire island all to myself!
I feel like a sun with many, many planets in her orbit...like a goddess, even!
What the hell did they put in that yogurt?
Oh, the feeling ya get when the very one who's been acting all distant and aloof, admits that he has feelings for ya! Ha! It's like I've won!
Yes, it's a delicious feeling! It's raw power and it tastes like barbequed spare ribs!
Mwah-ha-ha-ha-haaaaaa!
I feel wicked and bright and all-mighty and OH-so right!
I feel like I have the entire island all to myself!
I feel like a sun with many, many planets in her orbit...like a goddess, even!
What the hell did they put in that yogurt?
Oh, the feeling ya get when the very one who's been acting all distant and aloof, admits that he has feelings for ya! Ha! It's like I've won!
Yes, it's a delicious feeling! It's raw power and it tastes like barbequed spare ribs!
Mwah-ha-ha-ha-haaaaaa!
Wednesday, August 13, 2003
I'm sensing a general feeling of disgust for everything feminine.
Every-so-often,ya hear somebody say "You's run/throw/fight/act like a girl!" And this is used and understood as an insult.
Why aren't masculine traits used as insults?
Even other women get in on this action. I know chicks who'll smugly remark "I don't wear skirts, da's too girly, boh!"
When did being girly become a bad thing?
It's gotten so bad that there are actually people who refuse to wear pink, a perfectly normal colour,just like any other.
Have we all been brainwashed? Where does this disdain for femininity come from?
I for one, am not gonna forsake my gender. I'm a woman, dammit, and I can be friggin' girly if I blasted-well want to!
Every-so-often,ya hear somebody say "You's run/throw/fight/act like a girl!" And this is used and understood as an insult.
Why aren't masculine traits used as insults?
Even other women get in on this action. I know chicks who'll smugly remark "I don't wear skirts, da's too girly, boh!"
When did being girly become a bad thing?
It's gotten so bad that there are actually people who refuse to wear pink, a perfectly normal colour,just like any other.
Have we all been brainwashed? Where does this disdain for femininity come from?
I for one, am not gonna forsake my gender. I'm a woman, dammit, and I can be friggin' girly if I blasted-well want to!
Saturday, August 09, 2003
Right now I feel like being a bitch. Like my aura has become a poisonous purple-black cloud.
I feel like being very cruel to someone, and I have to try very hard right now NOT to be cruel to those who are around the most, yet deserve it the least.
Apparently it helps to write about it, because even as I type these words, I can feel that oppressive black cloud dissipating...giving way to a peaceful, translucent green aura.
I'm feeling better already.
C.O.T.
How does one determine "Who You Are"? One measure by which I define who someone is is by what they do...how they live their life.
How then, do you forgive someone who has basically lied to you about how they've been living their life for the last 5 years? Do you really even know that person after all?
How do you feel when you discover that, all along, someone you trust had more in common with those people whom you trust about as far as you can throw?
Betrayed, disgusted and confused, that's how.
Rats, I feel that purple-black "bitch" cloud coming back again.
I feel like being very cruel to someone, and I have to try very hard right now NOT to be cruel to those who are around the most, yet deserve it the least.
Apparently it helps to write about it, because even as I type these words, I can feel that oppressive black cloud dissipating...giving way to a peaceful, translucent green aura.
I'm feeling better already.
C.O.T.
How does one determine "Who You Are"? One measure by which I define who someone is is by what they do...how they live their life.
How then, do you forgive someone who has basically lied to you about how they've been living their life for the last 5 years? Do you really even know that person after all?
How do you feel when you discover that, all along, someone you trust had more in common with those people whom you trust about as far as you can throw?
Betrayed, disgusted and confused, that's how.
Rats, I feel that purple-black "bitch" cloud coming back again.
Thursday, August 07, 2003
Low Point Of The Day or Possibly The Week:
The car driving in front of me on the way to work this morning, hit a dog. The poor thing ran off, yelping in pain and it looked like one hind leg was broken. I felt so sorry for him/her, and I think the driver was shaken too, because he drove under 40 kmph for the rest of the time we were behind him.
Now I have no clue what to do in these situations...Ade, Shelly, if y'all are reading, advise me...
Should we have tried to take the stray to the R.S.P.C.A.? I've heard that injured dogs tend to snap at approaching strangers. Would the R.S.P.C.A. come and pick up the dog if someone called and reported it?
I just don't know.
The car driving in front of me on the way to work this morning, hit a dog. The poor thing ran off, yelping in pain and it looked like one hind leg was broken. I felt so sorry for him/her, and I think the driver was shaken too, because he drove under 40 kmph for the rest of the time we were behind him.
Now I have no clue what to do in these situations...Ade, Shelly, if y'all are reading, advise me...
Should we have tried to take the stray to the R.S.P.C.A.? I've heard that injured dogs tend to snap at approaching strangers. Would the R.S.P.C.A. come and pick up the dog if someone called and reported it?
I just don't know.
Thursday, July 31, 2003
I have to work tomorrow....
tomorrow which is Emancipation Day...for which the whole concept is to NOT WORK!!
Unbelievable.
They wanted me to work on August 4th too, but my brays of raucous laughter drowned out any attempt to pursue that issue. At least I get to be comfortable....Daanz sings "In Those Jeans".
C.O.T.
I figured out a way to satisfy my cookie urgies and avoid feeling guilty. See, what I do, is get the cookies andshare them with whoever is in my vicinity! That way, I spread around the calories! Ingenious, huh?
C.O.T.
The coolest guy I've ever known has left me and gone back overseas. :(
I told him I'd miss him...that's the first time I've ever told anyone of the opposite sex that and meant it so thoroughly.
That's gotta count for SOMEthing.
:'(
tomorrow which is Emancipation Day...for which the whole concept is to NOT WORK!!
Unbelievable.
They wanted me to work on August 4th too, but my brays of raucous laughter drowned out any attempt to pursue that issue. At least I get to be comfortable....Daanz sings "In Those Jeans".
C.O.T.
I figured out a way to satisfy my cookie urgies and avoid feeling guilty. See, what I do, is get the cookies andshare them with whoever is in my vicinity! That way, I spread around the calories! Ingenious, huh?
C.O.T.
The coolest guy I've ever known has left me and gone back overseas. :(
I told him I'd miss him...that's the first time I've ever told anyone of the opposite sex that and meant it so thoroughly.
That's gotta count for SOMEthing.
:'(
Monday, July 28, 2003
Yet another hype weekend!
Bus tour all Saturday and BoatYard all Saturnight (Thanx 2 Lani for this rather appropriate word).
Man, I wukked up like I've never wukked up before...I have a bruise on my knee to show for it too, yuh. Can you say "battle scar"? I've officially been named a Pooch Back Girl by the authorities on the subject! Whoah yeah.
As with everything, this bashment weekend had it's downside too, and with that I bring to you:
Things That Annoy Me Crop Over 2003 Edition:
1.) That people feel the need to ask "Wait, you ain' bade??" if they catch you with your wrist band from a fete the night before (or even the week before). They're plastic now people! You can bathe with them on!
2.) Those neanderthals who pelt garbage from their cars into the beautiful St. Joseph countryside. And then, if you point out the error of their ways, they cuss you! Animals! Tha's how people get lock up, cuz I would have happily shot each of them in face.
3.) Men who can't seem bend their minds around the fact that I do not want to dance with them!
4.) People who reason that I'm in their way when all I'm doin' is sittin' on de hill like everybody else!
5.) When de fella I got designs on gets drunk. Of what use is a drunk man to me? No hip coordination...not able to recognise that I'm flirting with him...not able to recognise me, period, come to think of it!
*Sigh*
Bus tour all Saturday and BoatYard all Saturnight (Thanx 2 Lani for this rather appropriate word).
Man, I wukked up like I've never wukked up before...I have a bruise on my knee to show for it too, yuh. Can you say "battle scar"? I've officially been named a Pooch Back Girl by the authorities on the subject! Whoah yeah.
As with everything, this bashment weekend had it's downside too, and with that I bring to you:
Things That Annoy Me Crop Over 2003 Edition:
1.) That people feel the need to ask "Wait, you ain' bade??" if they catch you with your wrist band from a fete the night before (or even the week before). They're plastic now people! You can bathe with them on!
2.) Those neanderthals who pelt garbage from their cars into the beautiful St. Joseph countryside. And then, if you point out the error of their ways, they cuss you! Animals! Tha's how people get lock up, cuz I would have happily shot each of them in face.
3.) Men who can't seem bend their minds around the fact that I do not want to dance with them!
4.) People who reason that I'm in their way when all I'm doin' is sittin' on de hill like everybody else!
5.) When de fella I got designs on gets drunk. Of what use is a drunk man to me? No hip coordination...not able to recognise that I'm flirting with him...not able to recognise me, period, come to think of it!
*Sigh*
Friday, July 25, 2003
Ahhh, people there ain't nothin' like a good sandwich, hear? Yes, sandwiches are one-a my favourite foods and I'm gonna list my top Sandwich Spots around the island.
If you're lookin' for a:
1.)Ham 'n' cheese sub- try New York Pizza. Simply Scrumptious!
2.)Mince meat sub- Pizza Man Doc is the ONLY place to go!
3.)Chicken sub- Head to Kristoff's in The Old Spirit Bond. You can TASTE the love in it! *Note: love often comes in the form of mayonnaise. :)
4.) Brie & roasted eggplant sub (mango chutney optional)- Run, don't walk, to THe Lunch Club. It's 'bout 10 minutes from Lester Vaughn (the school, not the guy).
5.) Cheeseburger- Get thine ass to Mustor's, in McGregor St., B'town! I cannot stress how orgasmic these cheesburgers are! And $5 for a good lunch sweetens the deal!
Thank me later.
If you're lookin' for a:
1.)Ham 'n' cheese sub- try New York Pizza. Simply Scrumptious!
2.)Mince meat sub- Pizza Man Doc is the ONLY place to go!
3.)Chicken sub- Head to Kristoff's in The Old Spirit Bond. You can TASTE the love in it! *Note: love often comes in the form of mayonnaise. :)
4.) Brie & roasted eggplant sub (mango chutney optional)- Run, don't walk, to THe Lunch Club. It's 'bout 10 minutes from Lester Vaughn (the school, not the guy).
5.) Cheeseburger- Get thine ass to Mustor's, in McGregor St., B'town! I cannot stress how orgasmic these cheesburgers are! And $5 for a good lunch sweetens the deal!
Thank me later.
Thursday, July 24, 2003
I'm so silly. Why was I so worried yesterday? Everything turned out ok.
Disappointment only lasted 24 hours, and by golly, I got what I wanted afterall!
Next time, I'm just gonna chill out and not get so wound up over nothing!
Aw man...I'm in "puppy mode" again: deliriously happy! Lacking some serious sleep, but still happy!
Silly, crazy and feeling loved!
Disappointment only lasted 24 hours, and by golly, I got what I wanted afterall!
Next time, I'm just gonna chill out and not get so wound up over nothing!
Aw man...I'm in "puppy mode" again: deliriously happy! Lacking some serious sleep, but still happy!
Silly, crazy and feeling loved!
Wednesday, July 23, 2003
Last night I was Disappointed.
Y'know, you never realise how much you were looking forward to something until you can't have/do it.
I have a sneaking suspicion that this Disappointment was what disrupted my sleep pattern last night (went to bed early and woke up late), and is also why I'm feeling pensive and dismal right now.
Why am I so worried? The opportunity'll come again, right?
Y'know, you never realise how much you were looking forward to something until you can't have/do it.
I have a sneaking suspicion that this Disappointment was what disrupted my sleep pattern last night (went to bed early and woke up late), and is also why I'm feeling pensive and dismal right now.
Why am I so worried? The opportunity'll come again, right?
Tuesday, July 22, 2003
Friday, July 18, 2003
It’s a dreary, soggy scene on the outside today, and I’m afraid my mood is reflective of the weather. Sometimes I get horribly tired of listening to other people talk. They just go on and on, and it’s so tiresome trying to pick the useful information from what seems like endless blather.
C.O.T.
Update on my hair situation: I tried to put my hair in thousands last night, but I could only manage the front part of my head by myself and my mother refused to help me do the back. Why is she doing this to me? If she loved me, she’d do my hair!
Anyhow, so no-one in the office has said anything about my drastically different hairstyle today. I take that to be a bad sign. Schuupes, cyan please nobody.
C.O.T.
Right now I feel like the poorest woman in the world that I have no-one to soothe my aching shoulders with a pair of strong hands and some warm almond oil.
Woe is me.
C.O.T.
Update on my hair situation: I tried to put my hair in thousands last night, but I could only manage the front part of my head by myself and my mother refused to help me do the back. Why is she doing this to me? If she loved me, she’d do my hair!
Anyhow, so no-one in the office has said anything about my drastically different hairstyle today. I take that to be a bad sign. Schuupes, cyan please nobody.
C.O.T.
Right now I feel like the poorest woman in the world that I have no-one to soothe my aching shoulders with a pair of strong hands and some warm almond oil.
Woe is me.
Thursday, July 17, 2003
That's IT! I have GOT to do something with my hair!
My co-workers told me today that I look like an old lady, and the reason for this, is that I wear my hair too severely!
And the fact that my mother has been telling me the same thing for months in an effort to get me to straighten my hair, only adds to my distress!
Well THAT is just not an option. The day I straighten my hair is the day I've lost hope and given up the battle.
Time for me to explore more exotic hair options....nubian knots....flat twists...."thousands" ....maybe even, dare I say it....extentions?
What the hell, bring on the bright blonde "boxy duster" braids! Bare bashment, boy! (Say that 10 times fast!)
You only live once!
My co-workers told me today that I look like an old lady, and the reason for this, is that I wear my hair too severely!
And the fact that my mother has been telling me the same thing for months in an effort to get me to straighten my hair, only adds to my distress!
Well THAT is just not an option. The day I straighten my hair is the day I've lost hope and given up the battle.
Time for me to explore more exotic hair options....nubian knots....flat twists...."thousands" ....maybe even, dare I say it....extentions?
What the hell, bring on the bright blonde "boxy duster" braids! Bare bashment, boy! (Say that 10 times fast!)
You only live once!
Tuesday, July 15, 2003
I got a little practice with my future partner Shane last night at ballroom. It's so funny how dancing is the same as any other kind of relationship:
each of us needs to get accustomed to how the other moves.
We have to feel comfortable with each other, and there needs to be chemistry and some kind of connection which shows up in the dance.
I got work to do!
C.O.T.
Being yourself can be highly over-rated sometimes. Yes, there ARE things about my personality I'd like to change, but dammit, it takes a strong person to change one's nature and I dunno if I'm that strong.
I just wish I were:
Iron-willed
More affectionate
Open
Motivated
Less diplomatic
Able to escape my own inhibitions
Compassionate
Hungrier for knowledge
I repeat, I got work to do!
each of us needs to get accustomed to how the other moves.
We have to feel comfortable with each other, and there needs to be chemistry and some kind of connection which shows up in the dance.
I got work to do!
C.O.T.
Being yourself can be highly over-rated sometimes. Yes, there ARE things about my personality I'd like to change, but dammit, it takes a strong person to change one's nature and I dunno if I'm that strong.
I just wish I were:
Iron-willed
More affectionate
Open
Motivated
Less diplomatic
Able to escape my own inhibitions
Compassionate
Hungrier for knowledge
I repeat, I got work to do!
Monday, July 14, 2003
Here's the story:
I've been receiving unwanted advances from a bouncer at a certain night spot, and of course I turned him down, but I guess I hadn't made myself clear enough, because he kept buggin' me! So I told him I'd just been through a terrible breakup (not THAT far from the truth), and I wasn't looking to get into anything new.
He seemed to buy that, but THEN, everytime he caught me out, it was
"So you get ova he yet?" or "So when de two-a we gine do dis ting?"
The man just does not stop!
Well, I had had enough of this, so last Thursday I told 'im I was seeing someone (again, not a COMPLETE lie. Heck, I see people everyday, right?).
Brother took it harder than I thought he would!
He started tellin' me about how he though he was, and I qoute, "de next in line" , and how disappointed he was and askin' me, how I could do that to him.
Well...colour me flabbergasted!
I had no clue that Mr. Bouncer Man and I were on dat sorta level. And where did he get the idea that I promised myself to him?
Which raises another question: Was it me? Should I have been more direct?
Should I have said the words
"I am not interested in pursuing any kind of relationship with you, not now, not EVER!" right up front?
That seems so harsh to me.
I've been receiving unwanted advances from a bouncer at a certain night spot, and of course I turned him down, but I guess I hadn't made myself clear enough, because he kept buggin' me! So I told him I'd just been through a terrible breakup (not THAT far from the truth), and I wasn't looking to get into anything new.
He seemed to buy that, but THEN, everytime he caught me out, it was
"So you get ova he yet?" or "So when de two-a we gine do dis ting?"
The man just does not stop!
Well, I had had enough of this, so last Thursday I told 'im I was seeing someone (again, not a COMPLETE lie. Heck, I see people everyday, right?).
Brother took it harder than I thought he would!
He started tellin' me about how he though he was, and I qoute, "de next in line" , and how disappointed he was and askin' me, how I could do that to him.
Well...colour me flabbergasted!
I had no clue that Mr. Bouncer Man and I were on dat sorta level. And where did he get the idea that I promised myself to him?
Which raises another question: Was it me? Should I have been more direct?
Should I have said the words
"I am not interested in pursuing any kind of relationship with you, not now, not EVER!" right up front?
That seems so harsh to me.
Friday, July 11, 2003
Sorry 'bout my insensitivity girls, here's the address : www.adiamondisforever.com
Tried to paste the URL but it wasn't workin' out.
Oh well, have fun!
C.O.T.: No. 1 Thing That Irked Me This Week
Those "attention-junkie" type-a chicks.
Yes, I say chicks, because I haven't met any men like this (yet?).
They seem to go out of their way to make everyone (especially males) in their vicinity focus on them, to the point where they become obnoxious, over-bearing, and/or downright pathetic.
They don't know the meaning of the phrases "play it cool" or "Hol' it down."
I thought this kinda thing ended with the completion of puberty!
I know everyone likes some degree of attention, but must they take it to the level where they become bitchy to anyone (usually female) who threatens to steal their "spotlight"?
Tried to paste the URL but it wasn't workin' out.
Oh well, have fun!
C.O.T.: No. 1 Thing That Irked Me This Week
Those "attention-junkie" type-a chicks.
Yes, I say chicks, because I haven't met any men like this (yet?).
They seem to go out of their way to make everyone (especially males) in their vicinity focus on them, to the point where they become obnoxious, over-bearing, and/or downright pathetic.
They don't know the meaning of the phrases "play it cool" or "Hol' it down."
I thought this kinda thing ended with the completion of puberty!
I know everyone likes some degree of attention, but must they take it to the level where they become bitchy to anyone (usually female) who threatens to steal their "spotlight"?
Thursday, July 10, 2003
A friend sent me a link to a website, this morning, on which you can design your own engagement ring, and God help me I tried to resist clicking on it, but to no avail.
Not only did I check out the site, but I ended up designing a kickass platinum engagement ring with a teardrop centre stone and trillion (triangular) side stones!
And I surprised myself by enjoying it!
Why do I entertain such naïve fantasies?
Not only did I check out the site, but I ended up designing a kickass platinum engagement ring with a teardrop centre stone and trillion (triangular) side stones!
And I surprised myself by enjoying it!
Why do I entertain such naïve fantasies?
Wednesday, July 09, 2003
And now, I present to you this week's edition of...
Things I Really Really Wanna Know
Why is it such a common belief that one can catch a cold from getting rained on?
Why, I used to run 'bout in de rain nuff in my youth, playin' up in de mud and ting, and I never catch nuttin' yet! Schuupes.
Why is it that when I'm behaving like a perfectly sane human being, and trying to get everyone's attention to ask a serious, pertinent question, nobody's be listenin' to me, but WHENEVER I lose concentration and start doin' those stupid little things that ya only do when ya sure no-one's looking (e.g. making faces at your reflection in your cup of coffee) EVERYONE catches me?
Why is it that "You Sexy Thing" by Hot Chocolate is missing from the song lists of so many karaoke operators?
Why is it that people insist on speaking to me about cars and rallies when I have never given them ANY indication that I give two wukkups about those topics?
Why is it that our short, annoying Venezuelan supervisor keeps buzzing around my desk and interrupting me when I'm trying to blog?
More to come, I'm sure.
Things I Really Really Wanna Know
Why is it such a common belief that one can catch a cold from getting rained on?
Why, I used to run 'bout in de rain nuff in my youth, playin' up in de mud and ting, and I never catch nuttin' yet! Schuupes.
Why is it that when I'm behaving like a perfectly sane human being, and trying to get everyone's attention to ask a serious, pertinent question, nobody's be listenin' to me, but WHENEVER I lose concentration and start doin' those stupid little things that ya only do when ya sure no-one's looking (e.g. making faces at your reflection in your cup of coffee) EVERYONE catches me?
Why is it that "You Sexy Thing" by Hot Chocolate is missing from the song lists of so many karaoke operators?
Why is it that people insist on speaking to me about cars and rallies when I have never given them ANY indication that I give two wukkups about those topics?
Why is it that our short, annoying Venezuelan supervisor keeps buzzing around my desk and interrupting me when I'm trying to blog?
More to come, I'm sure.
Sunday, July 06, 2003
I know I should be in bed about now...but I just don't feel like sleeping.
I feel the need to remind everyone that reads this blog, that you never really know anyone.
You may THINK you know someone, but trust me, ya don't! You're only just getting the tip of the iceberg.
Still feeling somewhat isolated..like I'm in some kinda bubble, floating along, only hearing the muffled voices from the outside world through my protective bubble wall.
Or lost away on some desert island, far away from the effects of modern civilisation.
It's the wierdest feeling.
I feel the need to remind everyone that reads this blog, that you never really know anyone.
You may THINK you know someone, but trust me, ya don't! You're only just getting the tip of the iceberg.
Still feeling somewhat isolated..like I'm in some kinda bubble, floating along, only hearing the muffled voices from the outside world through my protective bubble wall.
Or lost away on some desert island, far away from the effects of modern civilisation.
It's the wierdest feeling.
Saturday, July 05, 2003
It's official...I always had a feeling, but now I know for sure...
I am abnormal.
Anyone trying to cheer me up will beg to differ...but it stands to reason that if one does not fit in with what is usual, or the norm, then one is not normal and can therefore be called abnormal.
As far as I can tell, I think I'm pretty much alone and that's a scary feeling. :( No-one wants to be alone.
Don't have a choice but to get used to it though.
C.O.T.
Went to my first Band fete for the season, (and my first fete period in a couple months) last night. I tellya, it was nice to get out after a hiatus and see peops and share out nuff hugs and kisses.
Especially cool to see my friend Rolly back in de land. How is it possible to feel such affection for a member of the opposite sex and it still be platonic? De man just irie so.
I am abnormal.
Anyone trying to cheer me up will beg to differ...but it stands to reason that if one does not fit in with what is usual, or the norm, then one is not normal and can therefore be called abnormal.
As far as I can tell, I think I'm pretty much alone and that's a scary feeling. :( No-one wants to be alone.
Don't have a choice but to get used to it though.
C.O.T.
Went to my first Band fete for the season, (and my first fete period in a couple months) last night. I tellya, it was nice to get out after a hiatus and see peops and share out nuff hugs and kisses.
Especially cool to see my friend Rolly back in de land. How is it possible to feel such affection for a member of the opposite sex and it still be platonic? De man just irie so.
Friday, July 04, 2003
So far, as a relatively new cellphone owner I've received 4 wrong numbers. If anyone should happen to know the following people, please let them know that I got their calls:
*Mrs. Grovesnor
*Crystal
*Anthony
*Soldier
I've also received a txt msg from an unidentified person to let me know that
"nobody ain't home by Mama."
C.O.T.
Here are a few of my favourite things (not necessarily in this order):
Ultra sheer black stockings
Barbequed spare ribs
Crisp white sheets
Puppies
Short pants fetes
Cookies 'n'Creme icecream
Long, slow (unexpected or otherwise) smooches
The beach on a balmy full-moon night
Palmers cocoa butter
Pina coladas from Cafe Sol
Seeing a scary movie with my best friend
Back (or tummy) rubs
More to come! :)
*Mrs. Grovesnor
*Crystal
*Anthony
*Soldier
I've also received a txt msg from an unidentified person to let me know that
"nobody ain't home by Mama."
C.O.T.
Here are a few of my favourite things (not necessarily in this order):
Ultra sheer black stockings
Barbequed spare ribs
Crisp white sheets
Puppies
Short pants fetes
Cookies 'n'Creme icecream
Long, slow (unexpected or otherwise) smooches
The beach on a balmy full-moon night
Palmers cocoa butter
Pina coladas from Cafe Sol
Seeing a scary movie with my best friend
Back (or tummy) rubs
More to come! :)
Wednesday, July 02, 2003
This new Blogger format is definately gonna take some gettin' used to.
C.O.T.
Yesterday on the van home, this guy struck up a conversation with me. Ordinarily, I woulda tried to ignore any fella that tried that, but his approach seemed so sincere and non-threatening that I couldn't help but relax and just enjoy our chat. The ride seemed so much shorter.
C.O.T.
Something's been bothering me recently about The Mouth (the non-stop talker in our office). She's Guyanese Indian and she uses the word "nigger" occasionally in her stories.
I keep tellin' myself that I shouldn't be bothered by this because she refers to herself and her countrymen as "coolies", but dammit, it DOES bother me.
Even I don't call my own people "niggers", so why should anybody else? Am I being too sensitive? I don't think this debate will ever end.
C.O.T.
There's a birthday today in the office, and we all had wine and cheesecake! Yup, I love this place! If there're any typos in this blog (I haven't bothered to check) it's because I'm on a chardonnay high.
Tee-hee!
C.O.T.
I think I now qualify for the title of Most "C.O.T.'s" In One Blog
C.O.T.
Yesterday on the van home, this guy struck up a conversation with me. Ordinarily, I woulda tried to ignore any fella that tried that, but his approach seemed so sincere and non-threatening that I couldn't help but relax and just enjoy our chat. The ride seemed so much shorter.
C.O.T.
Something's been bothering me recently about The Mouth (the non-stop talker in our office). She's Guyanese Indian and she uses the word "nigger" occasionally in her stories.
I keep tellin' myself that I shouldn't be bothered by this because she refers to herself and her countrymen as "coolies", but dammit, it DOES bother me.
Even I don't call my own people "niggers", so why should anybody else? Am I being too sensitive? I don't think this debate will ever end.
C.O.T.
There's a birthday today in the office, and we all had wine and cheesecake! Yup, I love this place! If there're any typos in this blog (I haven't bothered to check) it's because I'm on a chardonnay high.
Tee-hee!
C.O.T.
I think I now qualify for the title of Most "C.O.T.'s" In One Blog
Monday, June 30, 2003
I've already told a couple peops about my new-found admiration for a certain pop star, but I've decided to make an official blog about it!
The other day my darling brother downloaded Christina Aguilera's "Dirrty" video....and I dunno, it must be my young, impressionable mind, but I absolutely love it!!
I mean I liked the song before, but good lord, the video! That looks like MY kinda party!
Like I told Kerry, I need me some red panties!! Some chaps wouldn't hurt either!
My quads are killin' me from practicin' that winey "stripper-dip" move she does (ting look SO tough!), but I'm happy to say, that I think I finally have it down!
Yay me!
Signed
Pole-dancer-in-training
The other day my darling brother downloaded Christina Aguilera's "Dirrty" video....and I dunno, it must be my young, impressionable mind, but I absolutely love it!!
I mean I liked the song before, but good lord, the video! That looks like MY kinda party!
Like I told Kerry, I need me some red panties!! Some chaps wouldn't hurt either!
My quads are killin' me from practicin' that winey "stripper-dip" move she does (ting look SO tough!), but I'm happy to say, that I think I finally have it down!
Yay me!
Signed
Pole-dancer-in-training
Sunday, June 29, 2003
Friday, June 27, 2003
What the hell?
Y'mean I can't miss a day of blogging without the Blogger Authorities changin' the whole setup? Dammit, it's all blue and wierd now. How's a gal s'pposed to get the writing juices flowing?
C.O.T.
Awright...I am NOT gonna make one of those generalised, unfair statements about men...but cheezonbread, it'll be hard.
Why is it that a fella will act like he's into you, and then as soon as he's got your attention, and you've discovered your attraction for him, he does a complete 180?!?!
Here you are, silly naive girl, thinkin' everything's goin' fabulously, and then "he" pulls that whole "distant", "one-word-answer", "not-even-trying-to-carry-on-a-conversation" crap! All in an effort to indirectly tell you he's no longer interested, and drive you away.
Why, dear Lord, why? Do they know that this confuses and hurts? I mean, they MUST know, they're human too and we all hurt the same, right? I wonder sometimes.
But y'know what? I'm not gonna let this upset me!
I'll move on, no fuss, no muss.
I'm on the road to becoming an Ice-Queen.
Y'mean I can't miss a day of blogging without the Blogger Authorities changin' the whole setup? Dammit, it's all blue and wierd now. How's a gal s'pposed to get the writing juices flowing?
C.O.T.
Awright...I am NOT gonna make one of those generalised, unfair statements about men...but cheezonbread, it'll be hard.
Why is it that a fella will act like he's into you, and then as soon as he's got your attention, and you've discovered your attraction for him, he does a complete 180?!?!
Here you are, silly naive girl, thinkin' everything's goin' fabulously, and then "he" pulls that whole "distant", "one-word-answer", "not-even-trying-to-carry-on-a-conversation" crap! All in an effort to indirectly tell you he's no longer interested, and drive you away.
Why, dear Lord, why? Do they know that this confuses and hurts? I mean, they MUST know, they're human too and we all hurt the same, right? I wonder sometimes.
But y'know what? I'm not gonna let this upset me!
I'll move on, no fuss, no muss.
I'm on the road to becoming an Ice-Queen.
Wednesday, June 25, 2003
Okay, I've decided that catchin' a van home isn't that bad afterall.
The Pros:
1.) I have more control over what time I get home, as opposed to when I have to wait for a ride.
2.) I'm doing my part to reduce carbon monoxide fumes produced on a daily basis.
3.) My mum will spend less on gas since she won't have to battle rush-hour Bridgetown traffic.
4.) I feel somewhat closer to my fellow Bajans (except that guy who was pickin' his nose yesterday).
and most important:
5.) I do some of my best thinking while riding in a van! I had forgotten all about that!
See, I'm usually the last person to get off and I tellya, if I'm in a window seat...it's like I relinquish all control and just let myself be driven...
The feel of the wind against my face and the drone of the engine seems to put me into this zen-like state of deep thought....my mind wanders...and I feel like I'm on the verge finding out the meaning of life itself...
Even the potholes and the lack of shocks don't disturb my serenity of mind, body and spirit.
Eventually, I'm disrupted by someone barking " Ey yow brownin'! Part you gettin' off? Listen, wake she dey fa muh!"
The Pros:
1.) I have more control over what time I get home, as opposed to when I have to wait for a ride.
2.) I'm doing my part to reduce carbon monoxide fumes produced on a daily basis.
3.) My mum will spend less on gas since she won't have to battle rush-hour Bridgetown traffic.
4.) I feel somewhat closer to my fellow Bajans (except that guy who was pickin' his nose yesterday).
and most important:
5.) I do some of my best thinking while riding in a van! I had forgotten all about that!
See, I'm usually the last person to get off and I tellya, if I'm in a window seat...it's like I relinquish all control and just let myself be driven...
The feel of the wind against my face and the drone of the engine seems to put me into this zen-like state of deep thought....my mind wanders...and I feel like I'm on the verge finding out the meaning of life itself...
Even the potholes and the lack of shocks don't disturb my serenity of mind, body and spirit.
Eventually, I'm disrupted by someone barking " Ey yow brownin'! Part you gettin' off? Listen, wake she dey fa muh!"
Monday, June 23, 2003
I seemed to have snapped out've my funk...at least temporarily.
I was actually singing and dancing as usual around the office. Yee-ha!
Y'know, I've discovered at least ONE positive thing about our short Venezuelan supervisor's presence in this office:
my sense of hearing has become sharper since she's come here!
I’ve trained myself to listen very carefully for the muffled “flip-flop” of her mules against the linoleum as she approaches from behind (wonder if I can be considered "X-men" material now...).
This is necessary to avoid gettin' caught while doin' something I'm not s'posed to be doin'...like blogging for example.
Oh, but how I love doing things that get on her nerves! I know it's wrong, but I can't help it! My Part B is showing!
C.O.T.
Does it make me a bad person if I think The Greatest Love Of All by Whitney Houston is a corny song?
I was actually singing and dancing as usual around the office. Yee-ha!
Y'know, I've discovered at least ONE positive thing about our short Venezuelan supervisor's presence in this office:
my sense of hearing has become sharper since she's come here!
I’ve trained myself to listen very carefully for the muffled “flip-flop” of her mules against the linoleum as she approaches from behind (wonder if I can be considered "X-men" material now...).
This is necessary to avoid gettin' caught while doin' something I'm not s'posed to be doin'...like blogging for example.
Oh, but how I love doing things that get on her nerves! I know it's wrong, but I can't help it! My Part B is showing!
C.O.T.
Does it make me a bad person if I think The Greatest Love Of All by Whitney Houston is a corny song?
Sunday, June 22, 2003
Right now I'm feelin' kinda sorry for myself.
This sucks because I KNOW damn well that this is a useless emotion, and yet, I can't snap out of it.
Rix can never be mine, and I just have to live with that.
Man, I hate life. In fact, I hate everything. I'm miserable and I think I'll go to bed early. The least I can do is get a good night's sleep.
Blah.
This sucks because I KNOW damn well that this is a useless emotion, and yet, I can't snap out of it.
Rix can never be mine, and I just have to live with that.
Man, I hate life. In fact, I hate everything. I'm miserable and I think I'll go to bed early. The least I can do is get a good night's sleep.
Blah.
Thursday, June 19, 2003
I'm being referred to, in this office, as Daana "No-man" Linton. What the %$#*& is up with that??? Even the short Venezuelan "supervisor" givin' me heat!
Just cuz I don't constantly tie up the phone line talkin' to a significant other....
Just cuz I don't get flowers or fruit basket deliveries around here...
I gine take up obeah lessons JUST to smite a pox on ALL of 'em!!
Just cuz I don't constantly tie up the phone line talkin' to a significant other....
Just cuz I don't get flowers or fruit basket deliveries around here...
I gine take up obeah lessons JUST to smite a pox on ALL of 'em!!
Wednesday, June 18, 2003
Tuesday, June 17, 2003
It's been a while since I've caught a van from the River Road van stand all the way home, but I caught one yesterday evening.
Well, I guess I've been spoilt by all these years of havin' a car at my immediate disposal because I dunno if I can take that van-catching thing everyday!
Here's the run-down:
I get to the van stand: there're only TWO Route 11 vans there (there used to be whole fleet last time I checked)!
I squish into the 2nd van, and it turns out I have to sit on one-a the auxiliary fold-out seats because the short, obnoxious conductor decides there's room for a tall, German (or were they Dutch?) couple in this van.
At one point, I had to sit among some schoolboys (which I dreaded) and I tried to do so as gracefuly as possible but the van lurched off and I plopped down nearly right on top of the poor guy! I mumbled my apology and that's when I noticed his friend smiling and looking at me in what I'm sure he thought was a "Sexy Dappa" gaze. 0_0
I quickly turned my attention to the scenery flying by outside.
And then, it started to rain.
I tellya, if any one person had SARS in there, all-a we would haffi dead!
I'm just not sure I'm comfortable with the high levels of intimacy you're forced to develop with complete strangers aboard these things.
This blog probably just upped my "Bouje Factor" by a good a setta points.
Well, I guess I've been spoilt by all these years of havin' a car at my immediate disposal because I dunno if I can take that van-catching thing everyday!
Here's the run-down:
I get to the van stand: there're only TWO Route 11 vans there (there used to be whole fleet last time I checked)!
I squish into the 2nd van, and it turns out I have to sit on one-a the auxiliary fold-out seats because the short, obnoxious conductor decides there's room for a tall, German (or were they Dutch?) couple in this van.
At one point, I had to sit among some schoolboys (which I dreaded) and I tried to do so as gracefuly as possible but the van lurched off and I plopped down nearly right on top of the poor guy! I mumbled my apology and that's when I noticed his friend smiling and looking at me in what I'm sure he thought was a "Sexy Dappa" gaze. 0_0
I quickly turned my attention to the scenery flying by outside.
And then, it started to rain.
I tellya, if any one person had SARS in there, all-a we would haffi dead!
I'm just not sure I'm comfortable with the high levels of intimacy you're forced to develop with complete strangers aboard these things.
This blog probably just upped my "Bouje Factor" by a good a setta points.
Sunday, June 15, 2003
Is it just me, or is Father's Day kind of a chore?
Maybe it's just cuz MY father is so hard to shop for!
And he never uses anything we get him!
And he never likes what we cook for him!
C.O.T.
Awright, I'm confused. I just don't know what to do with myself.
Every day, I'm getting to know this guy Rix (short for Lyrics, a nickname which he earned from me ) a little better...and I'm liking him more and more! He's just surprising me, and impressing me at every turn.
The guy decided he'll no longer read my blog because he thinks I need my privacy. I was stunned. I never expected that. It's just so far removed from one of my many mottos:
"If it's out in public, I have every right to look/eavesdrop!"
Of course, he could just be frontin', meanwhile readin' every blasted word I type! But then, I couldn't complain....this IS a public site!
So I guess I have a license to write anything I want about him now.
Whatever happens, I promise myself I will NOT get caught up! If that happens, it's all over. I'll have no respect for myself.
I'll leave that for other people. I pride myself on my ability to remain somewhat distant.
Listen to me tryin' to convince myself!
Maybe it's just cuz MY father is so hard to shop for!
And he never uses anything we get him!
And he never likes what we cook for him!
C.O.T.
Awright, I'm confused. I just don't know what to do with myself.
Every day, I'm getting to know this guy Rix (short for Lyrics, a nickname which he earned from me ) a little better...and I'm liking him more and more! He's just surprising me, and impressing me at every turn.
The guy decided he'll no longer read my blog because he thinks I need my privacy. I was stunned. I never expected that. It's just so far removed from one of my many mottos:
"If it's out in public, I have every right to look/eavesdrop!"
Of course, he could just be frontin', meanwhile readin' every blasted word I type! But then, I couldn't complain....this IS a public site!
So I guess I have a license to write anything I want about him now.
Whatever happens, I promise myself I will NOT get caught up! If that happens, it's all over. I'll have no respect for myself.
I'll leave that for other people. I pride myself on my ability to remain somewhat distant.
Listen to me tryin' to convince myself!
Saturday, June 14, 2003
I'm sittin' here, at home on a Saturday night. I have no desire to party right now. I only wanna do one thing, but there ain't no "cookies" around, darn it.
Y'know, you really gotta be careful who you let into your world of blogging. I find it's much easier to be honest if you know that you won't have to see your blog-readers on a regular basis!
Y'know, you really gotta be careful who you let into your world of blogging. I find it's much easier to be honest if you know that you won't have to see your blog-readers on a regular basis!
I just love this song.
The Weakness In Me - Joan Armatrading
I'm not the sort of person
Who falls
In and quickly out of love
But to you I gave my affection
Right from the start
I have a lover
Who loves me
How could I break such a heart
Yet still you get my attention
Why do you come here
When you know I've got trouble enough
Why do you call me
When you know I can't answer the phone
Make me lie
When I don't want to
And make someone else
Some kind of an unknowing fool
You make me stay
When I should not
Are you so strong
Or is all the weakness in me
Why do you come here
And pretend to be just passing by
When I mean to see you
And I mean to hold you
Tightly
Feeling guilty
Worried
Waking from tormented sleep
This old love has me bound
But the new love cuts deep
If I choose now
I'll lose out
One of you has to fall
And I need you
And you
The Weakness In Me - Joan Armatrading
I'm not the sort of person
Who falls
In and quickly out of love
But to you I gave my affection
Right from the start
I have a lover
Who loves me
How could I break such a heart
Yet still you get my attention
Why do you come here
When you know I've got trouble enough
Why do you call me
When you know I can't answer the phone
Make me lie
When I don't want to
And make someone else
Some kind of an unknowing fool
You make me stay
When I should not
Are you so strong
Or is all the weakness in me
Why do you come here
And pretend to be just passing by
When I mean to see you
And I mean to hold you
Tightly
Feeling guilty
Worried
Waking from tormented sleep
This old love has me bound
But the new love cuts deep
If I choose now
I'll lose out
One of you has to fall
And I need you
And you
I'm woman enough to admit when I'm wrong and boy, was I humbled. I thought I knew what was goin' on, but it was ME who was in the dark.
One of my mottos is "You can learn something from everyone", but I guess I forgot.
My bad... hope I won't be punished for it!
Lesson For Today: Don't underestimate that person sittin' over there...they can probably teach you a thing or two!
What the hell am I gonna do with you Rix? :) Don't go gettin' a swollen head now!
C.O.T.
I feel good.
I knew that I would now.
I feel nice
Just like sugar and spice
One of my mottos is "You can learn something from everyone", but I guess I forgot.
My bad... hope I won't be punished for it!
Lesson For Today: Don't underestimate that person sittin' over there...they can probably teach you a thing or two!
What the hell am I gonna do with you Rix? :) Don't go gettin' a swollen head now!
C.O.T.
I feel good.
I knew that I would now.
I feel nice
Just like sugar and spice
Thursday, June 12, 2003
It's funny how sweet words from the right fella can melt a gal's cool, aloof exterior that she tries so hard to maintain.
Unfortunately, I think men know this too.
I mean, they're ONLY words and every girl is reminded by her mother at some point that "talk is cheap" ....
But then, when he tells her that she's beautiful, or that he's hers for the taking,... it does something to her, despite all her common sense. She falters...she thinks "Maybe..."
C.O.T.
How did he know I needed to be held like that?
Unfortunately, I think men know this too.
I mean, they're ONLY words and every girl is reminded by her mother at some point that "talk is cheap" ....
But then, when he tells her that she's beautiful, or that he's hers for the taking,... it does something to her, despite all her common sense. She falters...she thinks "Maybe..."
C.O.T.
How did he know I needed to be held like that?
Wednesday, June 11, 2003
It's venting time!
Oh, how I want to throttle our short Venezuelan supervisor! She's not even a supervisor, she's a #&*$@ babysitter! She doesn't know ANYTHING about my job, and she thinks SHE'S supposed to watch over ME? Bullshit!!
Always, she is calling me "Day-eena, watt eez thees?" "Day-eena, watt eez that?" And always in her annoying, whiny Venezuelan voice!
It gets so bad that I think I could handle goin' to jail for assault, as long as it keeps MY name outa HER goddamned mouth!
And since when did everybody in this office become her personal assistants? I didn't get that memo!
Tryin' to stress me out to arrange her rassole hair-salon appointments!
And you'd THINK by now she'd know how to send a fax! Or load paper into the copier! Dumb bitch!
Woo, I think I feel a little better now.
Oh, how I want to throttle our short Venezuelan supervisor! She's not even a supervisor, she's a #&*$@ babysitter! She doesn't know ANYTHING about my job, and she thinks SHE'S supposed to watch over ME? Bullshit!!
Always, she is calling me "Day-eena, watt eez thees?" "Day-eena, watt eez that?" And always in her annoying, whiny Venezuelan voice!
It gets so bad that I think I could handle goin' to jail for assault, as long as it keeps MY name outa HER goddamned mouth!
And since when did everybody in this office become her personal assistants? I didn't get that memo!
Tryin' to stress me out to arrange her rassole hair-salon appointments!
And you'd THINK by now she'd know how to send a fax! Or load paper into the copier! Dumb bitch!
Woo, I think I feel a little better now.
Tuesday, June 10, 2003
I don't think I like single women very much. No offence to all you out there, of course, since I fall into this category too.
It's just that I can't help feeling that we're all like a pack of vultures (I dunno but "flock" didn't seem appropriate)...just waiting for some weak fella to slip up so we can pounce on him and feast on his remains.
And like vultures, we'll fight each other for what we think is the best piece of meat. It's tragic.
I don't think I'm any better either.
If I have my sights set on a certain fella and some other chick pushes herself all up in his personal space, I too, get that primal urge to protect my territory!
It's not often, but yes, I start picturing myself running over, rendering her immobile in a full nelson, and screaming
"Step off, bitch!! What! What!"
I've never actually done anything like that but I'm not proud of myself for even thinking it.
C.O.T.
You always hear about sugar highs...but my god, they never tell you about the sugar lows. I just had one setta chocolate fudge ( that cookie ain't never around when you need it), and now I feel like I've hit the deepest, darkest pit of desperation...I feel like I need a shot of caffeine...straight to the bloodstream.
Where's my %*#@ syringe?
It's just that I can't help feeling that we're all like a pack of vultures (I dunno but "flock" didn't seem appropriate)...just waiting for some weak fella to slip up so we can pounce on him and feast on his remains.
And like vultures, we'll fight each other for what we think is the best piece of meat. It's tragic.
I don't think I'm any better either.
If I have my sights set on a certain fella and some other chick pushes herself all up in his personal space, I too, get that primal urge to protect my territory!
It's not often, but yes, I start picturing myself running over, rendering her immobile in a full nelson, and screaming
"Step off, bitch!! What! What!"
I've never actually done anything like that but I'm not proud of myself for even thinking it.
C.O.T.
You always hear about sugar highs...but my god, they never tell you about the sugar lows. I just had one setta chocolate fudge ( that cookie ain't never around when you need it), and now I feel like I've hit the deepest, darkest pit of desperation...I feel like I need a shot of caffeine...straight to the bloodstream.
Where's my %*#@ syringe?
Sunday, June 08, 2003
We won!!!!
My partner-for-now, Mark, and I won our division of the latin competition last night! Yes man, we ruled.
First thing he said to me after the competition was " Now, you're no longer my problem!" He really knows how to make a gal feel special.
So now, I gotta get used to my future partner, Shane. This'll be rather interesting since in the latin dances you have to execute a good many....ahem...suggestive (to put it nicely) moves.
Did I mention Shane is 16? He's cool though and a real sweetie, so I have a feeling I'll get over any shyness pretty soon!
C.O.T.
I know I've been blogging a lot about self-restraint recently, but I've realised that this a quality that I admire so much. Lemme paint a scenario:
Here you have this cookie.
(the word "man" may be substituted for the word "cookie", if it applies to you)
Now, you know very well you're not s'posed to have this cookie, (this cookie is especially bad for you)
but the cookie is just there for the taking and if you're quiet enough, you can actually hear it calling to you.
By now, you want that cookie so bad, and you think to yourself,
"It's only a cookie...what harm could there POSSIBLY be in me havin' this cookie??"
But what you need to consider, is that that cookie might belong to someone else! And you can't just go around eating other people's cookies!
Or maybe the cookie isn't quite baked enough, and could use some more time in the oven before it's ready for eating!
Anyhow, here's where the iron-will comes in handy. Even though all you really wanna do is tear the wrapping off the cookie and lick off all the creamy filling,
it'd be so admirable if you could rise above and beyond your natural human cumpulsion and just say,
"No, I will NOT have this cookie!" and go and look for a carrot instead.
My partner-for-now, Mark, and I won our division of the latin competition last night! Yes man, we ruled.
First thing he said to me after the competition was " Now, you're no longer my problem!" He really knows how to make a gal feel special.
So now, I gotta get used to my future partner, Shane. This'll be rather interesting since in the latin dances you have to execute a good many....ahem...suggestive (to put it nicely) moves.
Did I mention Shane is 16? He's cool though and a real sweetie, so I have a feeling I'll get over any shyness pretty soon!
C.O.T.
I know I've been blogging a lot about self-restraint recently, but I've realised that this a quality that I admire so much. Lemme paint a scenario:
Here you have this cookie.
(the word "man" may be substituted for the word "cookie", if it applies to you)
Now, you know very well you're not s'posed to have this cookie, (this cookie is especially bad for you)
but the cookie is just there for the taking and if you're quiet enough, you can actually hear it calling to you.
By now, you want that cookie so bad, and you think to yourself,
"It's only a cookie...what harm could there POSSIBLY be in me havin' this cookie??"
But what you need to consider, is that that cookie might belong to someone else! And you can't just go around eating other people's cookies!
Or maybe the cookie isn't quite baked enough, and could use some more time in the oven before it's ready for eating!
Anyhow, here's where the iron-will comes in handy. Even though all you really wanna do is tear the wrapping off the cookie and lick off all the creamy filling,
it'd be so admirable if you could rise above and beyond your natural human cumpulsion and just say,
"No, I will NOT have this cookie!" and go and look for a carrot instead.
Saturday, June 07, 2003
Friday, June 06, 2003
I'm a Blogger Without A Cause today.
Why? Because I felt like blogging but I have no point.
I'll probably just ramble aimlessly along, jumping from one train of thought to the other, much like a butterfly in a flower garden.
Again, I find myself giving up much-needed sleep in favour of other, less productive, yet way more enjoyable activities. Why do I do this to myself?
What do you do when faced with an undeniable temptation? Do you cave or do you resist with every fibre of your being?
Will you be strong, do the right thing, be a shining example of an iron will?
Or will you crumble, and partake in that guilty pleasure that you crave?
I guess it all depends on the consequences of caving...e.g.if anyone'll get hurt, if it'll turn out okay in the long run, if cheescake is involved...that kind of thing.
I like to think I'm pretty strong-willed, but I'm only foolin' myself.
I'm weak, dammit. I don't WANNA resist! And like I said before, self-deprivation is cruel!
Why? Because I felt like blogging but I have no point.
I'll probably just ramble aimlessly along, jumping from one train of thought to the other, much like a butterfly in a flower garden.
Again, I find myself giving up much-needed sleep in favour of other, less productive, yet way more enjoyable activities. Why do I do this to myself?
What do you do when faced with an undeniable temptation? Do you cave or do you resist with every fibre of your being?
Will you be strong, do the right thing, be a shining example of an iron will?
Or will you crumble, and partake in that guilty pleasure that you crave?
I guess it all depends on the consequences of caving...e.g.if anyone'll get hurt, if it'll turn out okay in the long run, if cheescake is involved...that kind of thing.
I like to think I'm pretty strong-willed, but I'm only foolin' myself.
I'm weak, dammit. I don't WANNA resist! And like I said before, self-deprivation is cruel!
Thursday, June 05, 2003
Today I was taken out to lunch...and broken up with!
The wierd part was that the guy and I weren't actually together in the first place!
The guy's whole reasoning is that it makes no sense for him to even pursue me, because if I were to respond to his advances , I would become too great a temptation for him to stray away from his Christian ideals! And so, he "dun wid me"!
Well, now that I'm re-telling the story, I don't know whether to be flattered or offended!!
But I tellya, at the time, I just thought it was hilarious x 10! I laughed and I laughed. Right there in the middle of Ideal Restaurant, 2nd floor Cave Shepherd.
And that right there, was the highlight of my day so far.
The wierd part was that the guy and I weren't actually together in the first place!
The guy's whole reasoning is that it makes no sense for him to even pursue me, because if I were to respond to his advances , I would become too great a temptation for him to stray away from his Christian ideals! And so, he "dun wid me"!
Well, now that I'm re-telling the story, I don't know whether to be flattered or offended!!
But I tellya, at the time, I just thought it was hilarious x 10! I laughed and I laughed. Right there in the middle of Ideal Restaurant, 2nd floor Cave Shepherd.
And that right there, was the highlight of my day so far.
Wednesday, June 04, 2003
Well! So far, today has been quite an interesting day for me. I'm not the only one who feels the need for confession these days.
How do some people get the nerve to confess their attraction for that person who makes their aura swirl? HOW, I ask? Especially if that person appears out of reach (you get 10 more points Rix, JUST for that!).
I think it's beyond me for the time being. However, I want you all to bear witness as I make this oath:
I, Daana Naolat Linton, hereby solemnly swear that before I draw my last breath,
I will find the courage to confess to the object of my affection at any given point in time,
that I dig his stuff.
There. Now I have to do it or I'll be struck down by lightning.
The threat of a horrible death is always an effective motivator.
How do some people get the nerve to confess their attraction for that person who makes their aura swirl? HOW, I ask? Especially if that person appears out of reach (you get 10 more points Rix, JUST for that!).
I think it's beyond me for the time being. However, I want you all to bear witness as I make this oath:
I, Daana Naolat Linton, hereby solemnly swear that before I draw my last breath,
I will find the courage to confess to the object of my affection at any given point in time,
that I dig his stuff.
There. Now I have to do it or I'll be struck down by lightning.
The threat of a horrible death is always an effective motivator.
Tuesday, June 03, 2003
Y'know, I make an effort to be all "zen" and not let the little, insignificant problems in life get to me, but sometimes I slip up and I get so frustrated at utter nonsense!
For example: my hair!!
Sometimes it's cool. It generally does what I want it to do, no problems or anything.
And then, suddenly, with NO provocation, it rises up against me!!
I tellya, it's like a &%$@#! mutiny on top my head!!
And to be perfectly honest, a little dirt goes a long way when it comes to keeping my hair under control.
Right after I wash it, it gets on like a runaway slave!
It's here, there, and EVERYwhere, like it's tryin' to jump right off my scalp!
I can't count the number of times I've resisted the urge to grab up a knife,
(not a scissors, a knife! Because I've wanted to hurt it like it has hurt me!) and just slash it all right off!
My own mother will give me no sympathy. Her solution to my every hair drama is "Straighten it to rass!"
Not in those exact words, but you get the point. I think I almost caught her trying to put a tape player with the theme music from a "Dark & Lovely" commercial, under my pillow.
Her unwillingness to accept my hair in it's natural state is exasperating.
C.O.T.
I dunno why I keep letting these delivery guys stress me out. Yesterday the postman (who has an extremely sexy voice I must say) indicated that he thought I was 30!!! He was SO surprised when he learned I was in fact 23.
Of course this put a serious damper on my otherwise chipper mood.
I told my Mum about it and she tried her best to comfort me:
"It's your hairdo.", she said. "It's too severe. I think you should straighten it."
For example: my hair!!
Sometimes it's cool. It generally does what I want it to do, no problems or anything.
And then, suddenly, with NO provocation, it rises up against me!!
I tellya, it's like a &%$@#! mutiny on top my head!!
And to be perfectly honest, a little dirt goes a long way when it comes to keeping my hair under control.
Right after I wash it, it gets on like a runaway slave!
It's here, there, and EVERYwhere, like it's tryin' to jump right off my scalp!
I can't count the number of times I've resisted the urge to grab up a knife,
(not a scissors, a knife! Because I've wanted to hurt it like it has hurt me!) and just slash it all right off!
My own mother will give me no sympathy. Her solution to my every hair drama is "Straighten it to rass!"
Not in those exact words, but you get the point. I think I almost caught her trying to put a tape player with the theme music from a "Dark & Lovely" commercial, under my pillow.
Her unwillingness to accept my hair in it's natural state is exasperating.
C.O.T.
I dunno why I keep letting these delivery guys stress me out. Yesterday the postman (who has an extremely sexy voice I must say) indicated that he thought I was 30!!! He was SO surprised when he learned I was in fact 23.
Of course this put a serious damper on my otherwise chipper mood.
I told my Mum about it and she tried her best to comfort me:
"It's your hairdo.", she said. "It's too severe. I think you should straighten it."
Monday, June 02, 2003
I'm so unbelievably happy today! I feel like a puppy with a rawhide bone! I feel like skipping down Broad Street and swinging on the lamp posts!! This is absolutely ridiculous. I need to just hold it down. But I can't, I just can't!
Even now, as I sit in the frozen tundra of my office, I can't feel the cold.
It can't penetrate my warm, happy pink-orange aura today!
Even now, as I sit in the frozen tundra of my office, I can't feel the cold.
It can't penetrate my warm, happy pink-orange aura today!
Sunday, June 01, 2003
I woke up this afternoon feeling like an old woman. I was stiff and groggy as if hung-over. I worked HARD for the whole of the last week, and I felt it ALL when I got up!
The much-anticipated Ball was last night, and even though we frigged up a couple times, I still think we rocked the house!!
C.O.T.
Time for another captivating episode of "Confession Corner" with your host, me!
I've developed a dislike for someone who I shouldn't have.
I'm forced to be in this person's presence for a little while and it would REALLY help if I could stand him!
And, just to balance things out, I've developed a little crush on somebody who I shouldn't have!
And I can't even tell my best friend
about it because:
a.) she'd just sigh in exasperation, figuring I'm goin' through a phase, and more important,
b.) she left the island.
The best thing for me to do is just push the whole crush thing outa my head because it's as far-fetched as it gets.
Okay, I feel a little better now.
The much-anticipated Ball was last night, and even though we frigged up a couple times, I still think we rocked the house!!
C.O.T.
Time for another captivating episode of "Confession Corner" with your host, me!
I've developed a dislike for someone who I shouldn't have.
I'm forced to be in this person's presence for a little while and it would REALLY help if I could stand him!
And, just to balance things out, I've developed a little crush on somebody who I shouldn't have!
And I can't even tell my best friend
about it because:
a.) she'd just sigh in exasperation, figuring I'm goin' through a phase, and more important,
b.) she left the island.
The best thing for me to do is just push the whole crush thing outa my head because it's as far-fetched as it gets.
Okay, I feel a little better now.
Thursday, May 29, 2003
Even though I have a cold, here I am at work.
I am such a trouper.
Due to an excess of phlegm, my voice has taken on the husky, sultry tone of a cafe jazz-singer.
I think I like it.
I feel like putting on a sexy evening gown and heading to the nearest karaoke jam session.
Chaaa, I think I'd rock the joint! Or at least spread my cold germs to everybody in the place!
I am such a trouper.
Due to an excess of phlegm, my voice has taken on the husky, sultry tone of a cafe jazz-singer.
I think I like it.
I feel like putting on a sexy evening gown and heading to the nearest karaoke jam session.
Chaaa, I think I'd rock the joint! Or at least spread my cold germs to everybody in the place!
Wednesday, May 28, 2003
Tuesday, May 27, 2003
I'm fighting off a stress attack here. Here's why:
1. My dance studio is holding a ball in 5 days in which I am performing.
2. There's a competition in 11 days in which I am competing.
3. My seamstress hasn't STARTED making my costumes yet.
4. My quickstep routine seems to be undanceable for some reason.
5. I've sustained an injury to my toe, and for the life of me, I can't recall how!
6.Lately, I seem to be living out of a suitcase because of all the practice sessions.
7.My bedroom is a jungle of crumpled clothes, fitness aids and miscellaneous junk.
8. I see no hope of redemption from this chaos for at least 2 more weeks
I need a frescante espresso.
1. My dance studio is holding a ball in 5 days in which I am performing.
2. There's a competition in 11 days in which I am competing.
3. My seamstress hasn't STARTED making my costumes yet.
4. My quickstep routine seems to be undanceable for some reason.
5. I've sustained an injury to my toe, and for the life of me, I can't recall how!
6.Lately, I seem to be living out of a suitcase because of all the practice sessions.
7.My bedroom is a jungle of crumpled clothes, fitness aids and miscellaneous junk.
8. I see no hope of redemption from this chaos for at least 2 more weeks
I need a frescante espresso.
Monday, May 26, 2003
I hate trying on clothes, especially in the presence of skinny people!
Why is it that my brother can sit on his ass all day long, eat NAFF food and somehow manage to lose 3 lbs,
while I have been bustin' my butt with rigourous dance routines for the last month and a half, all the while eating food with little fat, sugar, salt AND taste, and I've friggin'-well GAINED 1 lb?!?!
This is bull-shit. SOMEbody's gonna pay for this.
C.O.T.
I've come to the conclusion that self-deprivation is cruel. When one starts depriving oneself of desired objects or experiences, a kind of tension builds up inside, and it's just not healthy!
I dunno about anybody else, but when I find myself in this situation, I feel like my whole aura is thrown into a state of discord!
I change from being my own best friend, to a harsh "Enforcer"...someone who always says "No, you can't!" or "No, you shouldn't!
One can't live like that.
So my advice to anyone, is not to deny yourself those little pleasures we all crave, just have them in moderation!
However, if you find pleasure in stabbing people, I'm sorry, but you really should give that up altogether.
Why is it that my brother can sit on his ass all day long, eat NAFF food and somehow manage to lose 3 lbs,
while I have been bustin' my butt with rigourous dance routines for the last month and a half, all the while eating food with little fat, sugar, salt AND taste, and I've friggin'-well GAINED 1 lb?!?!
This is bull-shit. SOMEbody's gonna pay for this.
C.O.T.
I've come to the conclusion that self-deprivation is cruel. When one starts depriving oneself of desired objects or experiences, a kind of tension builds up inside, and it's just not healthy!
I dunno about anybody else, but when I find myself in this situation, I feel like my whole aura is thrown into a state of discord!
I change from being my own best friend, to a harsh "Enforcer"...someone who always says "No, you can't!" or "No, you shouldn't!
One can't live like that.
So my advice to anyone, is not to deny yourself those little pleasures we all crave, just have them in moderation!
However, if you find pleasure in stabbing people, I'm sorry, but you really should give that up altogether.
Sunday, May 25, 2003
Like a plantation owner to a slave, ballroom owns me right now!
Whassup with these twice a day rehearsals? I mean, I DO have a life outside of ballroom...don't I? I can't remember anymore.
All de talk, I'm gonna miss all the group practice when it's over!
C.O.T.
The last minutes of Saturday are draining away as I type this...I'm about to go out feting, and honestly...I'm tired!
Why do I do this to myself??? My body is pleading with me for sleep and I'm cruelly ignoring its pitiful cries. Why? Because right now, I'm lookin' DAMN foine, and I can't deprive all those hot boys out there, of all-a dis!!
Off I go!
Whassup with these twice a day rehearsals? I mean, I DO have a life outside of ballroom...don't I? I can't remember anymore.
All de talk, I'm gonna miss all the group practice when it's over!
C.O.T.
The last minutes of Saturday are draining away as I type this...I'm about to go out feting, and honestly...I'm tired!
Why do I do this to myself??? My body is pleading with me for sleep and I'm cruelly ignoring its pitiful cries. Why? Because right now, I'm lookin' DAMN foine, and I can't deprive all those hot boys out there, of all-a dis!!
Off I go!
Friday, May 23, 2003
Today is the anniversary of my Granny's death.
I'm not goin' to turn this into a festival of tears and mourning though. Instead, I'll celebrate her life, remember the lessons she taught me (eg. "Never be jealous of anyone Daan, because you don't know what problems they have")
and be glad that I got the chance to let her know that she was a role model of mine.
C.O.T.
Beach yesterday was cool. Let's work the "point form" thing, shall we?
*Witnessed (for the first time in my life) a beach wedding! It was beautiful.
Among the other impromtu wedding guests were a few
known
bloggers
!
*Daana The Lagger made an appearance again. There I was, in the presence of a gorgeous, NICE young man, and I make NO effort to find out if he's taken, if he wants my #, if he'll gimme his...etc.
Yeah, yeah, I know I gotta get over this shy thing, but doesn't make any sense my beatin' myself up about it, cuz I get quarrel wid enough from other people
!
I'm not too worried though, I'll see 'im again.
I hope.
C.O.T.
I have now joined the Proud CellPhone Owners club. Only I'm not exactly proud. In fact, I feel a bit like a sell out (a cell out, even!).
Everybody else seems so much more excited about MY cell phone than I do.
Bizarre
I'm not goin' to turn this into a festival of tears and mourning though. Instead, I'll celebrate her life, remember the lessons she taught me (eg. "Never be jealous of anyone Daan, because you don't know what problems they have")
and be glad that I got the chance to let her know that she was a role model of mine.
C.O.T.
Beach yesterday was cool. Let's work the "point form" thing, shall we?
*Witnessed (for the first time in my life) a beach wedding! It was beautiful.
Among the other impromtu wedding guests were a few
known
bloggers
!
*Daana The Lagger made an appearance again. There I was, in the presence of a gorgeous, NICE young man, and I make NO effort to find out if he's taken, if he wants my #, if he'll gimme his...etc.
Yeah, yeah, I know I gotta get over this shy thing, but doesn't make any sense my beatin' myself up about it, cuz I get quarrel wid enough from other people
!
I'm not too worried though, I'll see 'im again.
I hope.
C.O.T.
I have now joined the Proud CellPhone Owners club. Only I'm not exactly proud. In fact, I feel a bit like a sell out (a cell out, even!).
Everybody else seems so much more excited about MY cell phone than I do.
Bizarre
Wednesday, May 21, 2003
Yesterday I had a few personal triumphs I'd like to share:
1.)I somehow managed to survive on a single packet of "Batchelor's Slim-A-Soup" instant soup for lunch (Corn 'n' Chicken flavour for the curious),
2.) I turned down free cheesecake, and
3.)after work, I changed into my sneakers and speed-walked all the way from the office to my 2nd home, (Broad Street to the Gymnasium).
Yup, I felt SO good with myself, that for dinner, I celebrated with two pieces of Chefette chicken, smothered in bbq sauce.
Oh well.
On a positive note, I've realised that my new favourite condiment is barbeque sauce. "Hickory-smoked" to be specific.
1.)I somehow managed to survive on a single packet of "Batchelor's Slim-A-Soup" instant soup for lunch (Corn 'n' Chicken flavour for the curious),
2.) I turned down free cheesecake, and
3.)after work, I changed into my sneakers and speed-walked all the way from the office to my 2nd home, (Broad Street to the Gymnasium).
Yup, I felt SO good with myself, that for dinner, I celebrated with two pieces of Chefette chicken, smothered in bbq sauce.
Oh well.
On a positive note, I've realised that my new favourite condiment is barbeque sauce. "Hickory-smoked" to be specific.
Tuesday, May 20, 2003
Daana's Workout Tip for Today:
When in doubt, do 50 crunches.
Never underestimate the power of the crunch, people! A couple situps never killed anybody!
C.O.T.
Here's an update on the DHL guy situation:
we're right back at square one! He's regressed to his usual "not-acknowledging-Daana's-presence" condition!
My Goddess, doesn't a kiss mean anything anymore???
Y'know what, I think he must be somewhat intimidated by me....after careful consideration, I don't think there could be any other possible explanation! I mean, the man jokes around with EVERYBODY in here except me! One question keeps popping into my head: Is he crazy??
I can't believe I've had 3 blogs on him already. How many blogs does it take for it to count as an obsession?
When in doubt, do 50 crunches.
Never underestimate the power of the crunch, people! A couple situps never killed anybody!
C.O.T.
Here's an update on the DHL guy situation:
we're right back at square one! He's regressed to his usual "not-acknowledging-Daana's-presence" condition!
My Goddess, doesn't a kiss mean anything anymore???
Y'know what, I think he must be somewhat intimidated by me....after careful consideration, I don't think there could be any other possible explanation! I mean, the man jokes around with EVERYBODY in here except me! One question keeps popping into my head: Is he crazy??
I can't believe I've had 3 blogs on him already. How many blogs does it take for it to count as an obsession?
Monday, May 19, 2003
Without any further ado, I present the most recent addition to my blogging circle,
ladies and gentlemen....
my best friend
!
Hope that link works.
ladies and gentlemen....
my best friend
!
Hope that link works.
I feel like I'm emerging from my coccoon of melancholy now, thank Shaniqua.
I think it has something to do with this Frank Sinatra & Tommy Dorsey cd that we have playing in the office.
It's weird, this music is so old, the kinda stuff my Granddad would tap his feet to,...but, wonder of wonders, I think I like it!
It has a soothing effect on me. It makes me think back to the days when it only cost a nickel to see a movie (in black and white of course), and kids actually used to dance to real music, instead of convulse like an epileptic to all this senseless noise....
What the hell am I talking about?? I gettin' on like I experience dis ting firsthand!
But I couldn't have,... could I?
I think it has something to do with this Frank Sinatra & Tommy Dorsey cd that we have playing in the office.
It's weird, this music is so old, the kinda stuff my Granddad would tap his feet to,...but, wonder of wonders, I think I like it!
It has a soothing effect on me. It makes me think back to the days when it only cost a nickel to see a movie (in black and white of course), and kids actually used to dance to real music, instead of convulse like an epileptic to all this senseless noise....
What the hell am I talking about?? I gettin' on like I experience dis ting firsthand!
But I couldn't have,... could I?
Sunday, May 18, 2003
Here I am. I'm still down.
At least I have ballroom this evening to cheer me up.
Apparently, I'm the type of chick to whom fellas only confess their admiration for, when they're drunk.
Is it the beer goggle effect or what? This is not a comforting thought.
I swear, I'm gonna stop going out altogether for all the good it does me.
If I feel like dancing, I'll dance in my room.
If I feel like drinking, I'll mix my own damn piña coladas.
I have a family who loves me, so I'll just hang with them.
Blah.
At least I have ballroom this evening to cheer me up.
Apparently, I'm the type of chick to whom fellas only confess their admiration for, when they're drunk.
Is it the beer goggle effect or what? This is not a comforting thought.
I swear, I'm gonna stop going out altogether for all the good it does me.
If I feel like dancing, I'll dance in my room.
If I feel like drinking, I'll mix my own damn piña coladas.
I have a family who loves me, so I'll just hang with them.
Blah.
Friday, May 16, 2003
Despite the fact that's it's Friday, I find myself on the verge of melancholy, and this time I'm not sure why.
I'm usually good at figuring out WHY I'm in a bad mood and this helps me to snap out of it...but this time...
Slight C.O.T.
Why must I be so mindful of of others' feelings before I speak?
Why can't I learn to cut with a sharp tongue when the urge hits me?
If someone hurts me, why can't I let myself make them hurt like I do?
.....
I just went over to the window and looked out. It's raining, and there's an old woman standing barefoot on the sidewalk with all her things in 3 plastic bags.
Makes me realise that
a.) I'm young, warm and dry,
b.)I really don't have ANY problems and
c.)that I should quit my whining and cheer the %$@* up.
Only now, I feel worse than ever.
.
I'm usually good at figuring out WHY I'm in a bad mood and this helps me to snap out of it...but this time...
Slight C.O.T.
Why must I be so mindful of of others' feelings before I speak?
Why can't I learn to cut with a sharp tongue when the urge hits me?
If someone hurts me, why can't I let myself make them hurt like I do?
.....
I just went over to the window and looked out. It's raining, and there's an old woman standing barefoot on the sidewalk with all her things in 3 plastic bags.
Makes me realise that
a.) I'm young, warm and dry,
b.)I really don't have ANY problems and
c.)that I should quit my whining and cheer the %$@* up.
Only now, I feel worse than ever.
.
Thursday, May 15, 2003
Yesterday was a gooood day!!
What with all the presents and the not-so-surprise birthday cake from my coworkers (I had to bring my own candles, but that's cool).
And thanks for the b'day wishes, all you bloggers!
But the REAL highlight of the day was when I made the DHL guy (the one who doesn't really talk to me)
give me a birthday kiss!!!
Never mind I had to give him some cake and the kiss was only on the cheek, it was still a very soft, sweet kiss. I wouldn't mind another couple. :)
What with all the presents and the not-so-surprise birthday cake from my coworkers (I had to bring my own candles, but that's cool).
And thanks for the b'day wishes, all you bloggers!
But the REAL highlight of the day was when I made the DHL guy (the one who doesn't really talk to me)
give me a birthday kiss!!!
Never mind I had to give him some cake and the kiss was only on the cheek, it was still a very soft, sweet kiss. I wouldn't mind another couple. :)
Wednesday, May 14, 2003
Go, go, go, go, go Daanie,
It's my birthday!
Yup, today, it really IS all about me!!!
The Attention-Seeker pointed out that I should be getting flowers delivered to the office, and be taken out to lunch and all that. Schuuups, I refuse to let her make me feel bad. I'll just go out and get my OWN damn flowers and lunch!
C.O.T.
Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you, one of my favourite songs right now....
Fever For The Flava - Hot Action Cop
Do you think that I can get some chickie chickie
Maybe gets a little finga sticky sticky
You my electrical lip balm flava
I gotta do ya until the next song saves ya
And can I get a little zip zip lookie lookie
Can I get a little uh uh nookie nookie
Hey whatcha say, it doesn’t matter anyway
You won’t do another ’cause you’re getting with me
She got the power of the hootchie
I got the fever for the flava of the cootchie
And did I mention, hey pay attention
Gonna take that bootie to the nudie dimension
I got the green glow under my car
I got the boom boom system you can hear real far
[Chorus]
Oh hey hey hey hey hey hey oh pretty pretty shy whoap
Oh hey hey hey hey hey hey oh pretty pretty fly whoap
What do I have to say to get inside girl what do I have to say
Can I get a little yum, yum kitty kitty
Just a little sumthin sumthin itty bitty
Do you wanna get triple x groovie
Gimme gimme some of that kinda movie
And let me spin ya like a record wicky wicky
Let me get you butt naked licky licky
Here we go yo here’s the scenario
Gonna strip you down like a car in the barrio
Ya got the power of the hootchie
I got the fever for the flava of the cootchie
I’m your lovey dovey bedtime playa
Call me the super sexy boogie man slayer
I got the green glow under my car
I got the boom boom system you can hear real far
[Repeat Chorus]
I got the fever for the flava of a cootchie
Yo hey ma yo hey ma yo hey mamama hootchie
I got the fever for the flava of the cootchie
Yo hey ma yo hey ma yo hey mamama hootchie
Whoap Whoap Go!
Do you think that I can get some chickie chickie
Maybe gets a little finga sticky sticky
You wanna suck it like a bong hit wacky
You gotta be my First Lady Jackie
She got the power of the hootchie
I got the fever for the flava of the cootchie
Let’s party hardy and rock n’ roll
We drink Bacardi and smoke a bowl
I got the green glow under my car
I got the boom boom system you can hear real far
[Repeat Chorus]
I got the fever for the flava of the cootchie
Yo hey ma yo hey ma yo hey mamama hootchie
I got the fever for the flava of the cootchie
Yo hey ma yo hey ma yo hey mamama hootchie
Whoap Whoap Go!
I wouldn't call myself a slack or dirty-minded person by any means, but I find myself likin' a lotta wutless songs these days!!
Could it be a sign from my "inner dib"?
It's my birthday!
Yup, today, it really IS all about me!!!
The Attention-Seeker pointed out that I should be getting flowers delivered to the office, and be taken out to lunch and all that. Schuuups, I refuse to let her make me feel bad. I'll just go out and get my OWN damn flowers and lunch!
C.O.T.
Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you, one of my favourite songs right now....
Fever For The Flava - Hot Action Cop
Do you think that I can get some chickie chickie
Maybe gets a little finga sticky sticky
You my electrical lip balm flava
I gotta do ya until the next song saves ya
And can I get a little zip zip lookie lookie
Can I get a little uh uh nookie nookie
Hey whatcha say, it doesn’t matter anyway
You won’t do another ’cause you’re getting with me
She got the power of the hootchie
I got the fever for the flava of the cootchie
And did I mention, hey pay attention
Gonna take that bootie to the nudie dimension
I got the green glow under my car
I got the boom boom system you can hear real far
[Chorus]
Oh hey hey hey hey hey hey oh pretty pretty shy whoap
Oh hey hey hey hey hey hey oh pretty pretty fly whoap
What do I have to say to get inside girl what do I have to say
Can I get a little yum, yum kitty kitty
Just a little sumthin sumthin itty bitty
Do you wanna get triple x groovie
Gimme gimme some of that kinda movie
And let me spin ya like a record wicky wicky
Let me get you butt naked licky licky
Here we go yo here’s the scenario
Gonna strip you down like a car in the barrio
Ya got the power of the hootchie
I got the fever for the flava of the cootchie
I’m your lovey dovey bedtime playa
Call me the super sexy boogie man slayer
I got the green glow under my car
I got the boom boom system you can hear real far
[Repeat Chorus]
I got the fever for the flava of a cootchie
Yo hey ma yo hey ma yo hey mamama hootchie
I got the fever for the flava of the cootchie
Yo hey ma yo hey ma yo hey mamama hootchie
Whoap Whoap Go!
Do you think that I can get some chickie chickie
Maybe gets a little finga sticky sticky
You wanna suck it like a bong hit wacky
You gotta be my First Lady Jackie
She got the power of the hootchie
I got the fever for the flava of the cootchie
Let’s party hardy and rock n’ roll
We drink Bacardi and smoke a bowl
I got the green glow under my car
I got the boom boom system you can hear real far
[Repeat Chorus]
I got the fever for the flava of the cootchie
Yo hey ma yo hey ma yo hey mamama hootchie
I got the fever for the flava of the cootchie
Yo hey ma yo hey ma yo hey mamama hootchie
Whoap Whoap Go!
I wouldn't call myself a slack or dirty-minded person by any means, but I find myself likin' a lotta wutless songs these days!!
Could it be a sign from my "inner dib"?
Tuesday, May 13, 2003
Quote Of The Week:
I don't like de colour brown unless it's lipstick or skin.- Some girl on Broad Street.
I believe I have perfected the art of good listening.
Through the use of various facial expressions and well-placed "uh-huh's" I can make just about anyone believe that:
1.) I am paying attention to what they are saying,
2.)I am interested in what they are saying,
and 3.) I understand what they are saying.
These skills come in quite handy when cornered by The Mouth (the otherwise nice woman who works in this office, and who will just not shut up!).
C.O.T.
I've been eating a lotta crap lately. I know I shouldn't but I just can't seem to make myself associate lettuce with ANYTHING good!
I don't like de colour brown unless it's lipstick or skin.- Some girl on Broad Street.
I believe I have perfected the art of good listening.
Through the use of various facial expressions and well-placed "uh-huh's" I can make just about anyone believe that:
1.) I am paying attention to what they are saying,
2.)I am interested in what they are saying,
and 3.) I understand what they are saying.
These skills come in quite handy when cornered by The Mouth (the otherwise nice woman who works in this office, and who will just not shut up!).
C.O.T.
I've been eating a lotta crap lately. I know I shouldn't but I just can't seem to make myself associate lettuce with ANYTHING good!
Monday, May 12, 2003
And now, here's a simple dessert recipe for
Creme Caramel
Ya gine need: 1 can evap. milk
1 can condensed milk
4 eggs
3 tbsp of sugar
Melt de suger in a big ol' glass dish in a oven set at 325. Doan let de suga burn on pun de dish doh!
While de sugar meltin', mix togedda de milks and de eggs.
Once de sugar dun melt, pour in de egg an' milk mixture, and put 'um back in de oven fuh 'bout a hour.
Check it every 15 minutes or so to mek sure 'um doan burn.
Enjoy!
*This Martha Stewart moment brought to you by Naolat Productions*
Creme Caramel
Ya gine need: 1 can evap. milk
1 can condensed milk
4 eggs
3 tbsp of sugar
Melt de suger in a big ol' glass dish in a oven set at 325. Doan let de suga burn on pun de dish doh!
While de sugar meltin', mix togedda de milks and de eggs.
Once de sugar dun melt, pour in de egg an' milk mixture, and put 'um back in de oven fuh 'bout a hour.
Check it every 15 minutes or so to mek sure 'um doan burn.
Enjoy!
*This Martha Stewart moment brought to you by Naolat Productions*
What the heck is up with all the baby fever around me?
I went to dinner at family friends' house Saturday night, and there were three youngish couples there.
Among them all, they had 1 toddler, 2 young babies, and 2 buns in the oven! Of course, for the duration of the night, the topics of conversation never strayed very far from teething, baby formula, midnight feedings, etc.
I tried hard not to have any personal contact with them lest I catch the dreaded "breed bug" tha's goin' around.
Unfortunately, I'm not sure if that worked, cuz yesterday, while preparing the whole chicken for Mothers' Day lunch, I caught myself holding it under the armpits (or is it wingpits?) and bouncing it, much in the same way one would bounce a giggling baby!
Someone help me.
C.O.T.
Confession time again people. At the same dinner on Saturday night, there was a man to whom I found myself very attracted.
Here's the kicker: He was in his late thirties and balding. Definately not a classic example of male beauty.
As if that wasn't bad enough, he was a member of the afore-mentioned "Go Forth and Multiply" club (GOFAM.).
*Sigh* I dunno what's wrong with me these days.
On retrospect, I think I'm gonna look on the bright side of this. I should be proud of myself, dammit!
This shows that I'm developing a more varied taste in men (either that or SOMEbody wukkin' some obeah pun me).
Too bad his baby girl and pregnant wife were there.
I'm kidding, I'm kidding!!!
Ouside Woman No.1 signing out.
I went to dinner at family friends' house Saturday night, and there were three youngish couples there.
Among them all, they had 1 toddler, 2 young babies, and 2 buns in the oven! Of course, for the duration of the night, the topics of conversation never strayed very far from teething, baby formula, midnight feedings, etc.
I tried hard not to have any personal contact with them lest I catch the dreaded "breed bug" tha's goin' around.
Unfortunately, I'm not sure if that worked, cuz yesterday, while preparing the whole chicken for Mothers' Day lunch, I caught myself holding it under the armpits (or is it wingpits?) and bouncing it, much in the same way one would bounce a giggling baby!
Someone help me.
C.O.T.
Confession time again people. At the same dinner on Saturday night, there was a man to whom I found myself very attracted.
Here's the kicker: He was in his late thirties and balding. Definately not a classic example of male beauty.
As if that wasn't bad enough, he was a member of the afore-mentioned "Go Forth and Multiply" club (GOFAM.).
*Sigh* I dunno what's wrong with me these days.
On retrospect, I think I'm gonna look on the bright side of this. I should be proud of myself, dammit!
This shows that I'm developing a more varied taste in men (either that or SOMEbody wukkin' some obeah pun me).
Too bad his baby girl and pregnant wife were there.
I'm kidding, I'm kidding!!!
Ouside Woman No.1 signing out.
Friday, May 09, 2003
Awright, I'm-a do this in point form today.
*Anyone who says they don't like chocolate just hasn't found the right form of chocolate!
I used to one of those people.
*Some girl was handing out pink carnations for Mother's Day, and she gave me one. This was a bright spot in my day, only to be outdone by....
*....the"Cute Fed-Ex Guy" sighting in the corridor of our building. Our conversation was much longer this time since it mostly consisted of him teasing me about said Mothers' Day carnation.
Slowly but surely, I'm winning him over!
*Anyone who says they don't like chocolate just hasn't found the right form of chocolate!
I used to one of those people.
*Some girl was handing out pink carnations for Mother's Day, and she gave me one. This was a bright spot in my day, only to be outdone by....
*....the"Cute Fed-Ex Guy" sighting in the corridor of our building. Our conversation was much longer this time since it mostly consisted of him teasing me about said Mothers' Day carnation.
Slowly but surely, I'm winning him over!
Thursday, May 08, 2003
I've been posting comments to other people's blogs for the last 2 days and they just won't appear in the comments window!
Was there a unanimous decision to put me on "block" status or something?
C.O.T.
Pantyhose is an evil, evil thing.
It was produced by Satan himself, to cause chaos and turmoil in the lives of women (and some men).
I swear, if ya find the colour you want (sheer black), they'll be too frigging short and the crotch will only go as far up as the middle of your thigh!
If you find a pair long enough, they'll start to bag and sag at the ankles by about noon!
If then you find a pair that actually fits you perfectly, they'll cost $424.99, and they'll get a run in them for no reason whatsoever, as soon as you put them on!
THEN, if you're lucky enough to find a pair in your colour, that fits you perfectly, that's reasonably-priced, that by the grace of The Almighty you manage to put on without running them,...
somewhere, somehow, a vicious stray cat will find your ass and rip them to shreds!!
Schuupes, animal rights my big toe! That flea-ridden varmint messed with the wrong chick this time though.
May the R.S.P.C.A. never find the bones.
Was there a unanimous decision to put me on "block" status or something?
C.O.T.
Pantyhose is an evil, evil thing.
It was produced by Satan himself, to cause chaos and turmoil in the lives of women (and some men).
I swear, if ya find the colour you want (sheer black), they'll be too frigging short and the crotch will only go as far up as the middle of your thigh!
If you find a pair long enough, they'll start to bag and sag at the ankles by about noon!
If then you find a pair that actually fits you perfectly, they'll cost $424.99, and they'll get a run in them for no reason whatsoever, as soon as you put them on!
THEN, if you're lucky enough to find a pair in your colour, that fits you perfectly, that's reasonably-priced, that by the grace of The Almighty you manage to put on without running them,...
somewhere, somehow, a vicious stray cat will find your ass and rip them to shreds!!
Schuupes, animal rights my big toe! That flea-ridden varmint messed with the wrong chick this time though.
May the R.S.P.C.A. never find the bones.
Wednesday, May 07, 2003
Guess what I discovered while getting ready for work this morning....wait for it....wait for it.....a grey hair! Me!
I've always wanted two streaks of white hair on either side of my head and it looks like I may be on my way to getting it!
Or maybe I'll just go white all over, like Storm.
Crawl would like that, I'm sure.
This is by far the most exciting thing that's happened to me all week!
Except for yesterday when the weird old janitor in our office winked at me...twice. I wish he wouldn't do that.
I've always wanted two streaks of white hair on either side of my head and it looks like I may be on my way to getting it!
Or maybe I'll just go white all over, like Storm.
Crawl would like that, I'm sure.
This is by far the most exciting thing that's happened to me all week!
Except for yesterday when the weird old janitor in our office winked at me...twice. I wish he wouldn't do that.
Tuesday, May 06, 2003
Why is it that whenever I go to the bank, behind me in the queue, there will always be a crusty, wierd old man who mutters to himself and insists on invading my personal space? It never fails.
I swear there must be a Crusty Old Men's Association (officially known as C.O.M.A.) that monitors my movements and sends one of their operatives into the bank behind me, with the sole purpose of making me uncomfortable!
I swear there must be a Crusty Old Men's Association (officially known as C.O.M.A.) that monitors my movements and sends one of their operatives into the bank behind me, with the sole purpose of making me uncomfortable!
Monday, May 05, 2003
Our DHL guy refuses to speak to me.
He jokes and chats with everyone in here except the Iyah.
In the group "Employees Who Sit In Full View Of The Door", I've been working here the longest, so ya would THINK he'd be more familiar with me! Even when he calls the office on the phone, he askes to speak to someone else JUST to ask if our package is ready to send off! What is his problem?
I don't even know why this bothers me so much.
He jokes and chats with everyone in here except the Iyah.
In the group "Employees Who Sit In Full View Of The Door", I've been working here the longest, so ya would THINK he'd be more familiar with me! Even when he calls the office on the phone, he askes to speak to someone else JUST to ask if our package is ready to send off! What is his problem?
I don't even know why this bothers me so much.
Sunday, May 04, 2003
All of a sudden, I find mutants sexy. Especially if they have dark blue skin, and tantalizing yellow eyes.
Crawl, if you ever read this, I love you baby! You turn me on in ways I never thought possible! I don't care that you only have a total of 6 fingers...it's not what you got, it's how you USE it!
C.O.T.
I don't like to cook.
I've been denying this to myself for the longest while, for fear that all the fellas I know will roll their eyes and put me in the category they like to call
"These 90's/New-Age/Femenist Women"
I know deep down that I should cook from time to time, but I realise that I don't like to do it mostly because my father keeps telling me that I have to cook, and he's sexist.
Yet another mental block I need to get over.
C.O.T.
I hate how people look at me when they find out I've never been in love. Their whole attitude changes to one of pity and condescension.
Fart on on all of them!
Crawl, if you ever read this, I love you baby! You turn me on in ways I never thought possible! I don't care that you only have a total of 6 fingers...it's not what you got, it's how you USE it!
C.O.T.
I don't like to cook.
I've been denying this to myself for the longest while, for fear that all the fellas I know will roll their eyes and put me in the category they like to call
"These 90's/New-Age/Femenist Women"
I know deep down that I should cook from time to time, but I realise that I don't like to do it mostly because my father keeps telling me that I have to cook, and he's sexist.
Yet another mental block I need to get over.
C.O.T.
I hate how people look at me when they find out I've never been in love. Their whole attitude changes to one of pity and condescension.
Fart on on all of them!
Friday, May 02, 2003
It's been two days since my last blog....and STILL no sign of spare ribs.
I may just have to go get 'em myself.
C.O.T.
It's Friday...
I know I should be rejoicing and doing cartwheels etc., but I don't feel like I have anything to look forward to for the next 2 days.
Maybe it's because there were so many bank holidays recently that my internal "Weekend-Detector" is all screwed up, and now sub-conciously, I think it's Monday!
I may just have to go get 'em myself.
C.O.T.
It's Friday...
I know I should be rejoicing and doing cartwheels etc., but I don't feel like I have anything to look forward to for the next 2 days.
Maybe it's because there were so many bank holidays recently that my internal "Weekend-Detector" is all screwed up, and now sub-conciously, I think it's Monday!
Tuesday, April 29, 2003
I'm sitting here, minding my own business, quietly doin' some work,
when ALLUVVASUDDEN I got this unbelievable craving for meat!! I know..wierd.
And not just ANY meat either....barbequed spare ribs.
I think I kind of....need it right now. It's like this powerful yearning that's emanating from the very core of my being.
It's almost as if I don't get some spare ribs soon, I might have to chew on someone's arm.
when ALLUVVASUDDEN I got this unbelievable craving for meat!! I know..wierd.
And not just ANY meat either....barbequed spare ribs.
I think I kind of....need it right now. It's like this powerful yearning that's emanating from the very core of my being.
It's almost as if I don't get some spare ribs soon, I might have to chew on someone's arm.
Monday, April 28, 2003
National Heroes' Day Activities:
This morning I tried my hand at bakes again...and they PULLED, if I do say so myself!
Washed BOTH my parents cars...
Went to the beach. Why do people have to go and play cricket on a crowded beach? It makes NO sense.
Went to Ballroom.
I'd say it was an 80% productive day!
This morning I tried my hand at bakes again...and they PULLED, if I do say so myself!
Washed BOTH my parents cars...
Went to the beach. Why do people have to go and play cricket on a crowded beach? It makes NO sense.
Went to Ballroom.
I'd say it was an 80% productive day!
Sunday, April 27, 2003
Last night I dreamed I was a member of some group who were carrying out a plan to destroy the Earth.
Now, it wasn't MY idea to destroy the Earth, and I certainly didn't WANT it to happen, but I wasn't as upset about it as I could've been!
The plan was to set off this Super-Missile/Bomb in a strategic place on the planet to cause world-wide flash-flooding....and all I could think about was how I hoped I would die in the explosion and NOT the flood!
And then, I looked at the clock and realised that we only had 21 hours left until the End Of The World, so we all had to scramble around to try to enjoy our last moments alive. I remember I was lookin' for someone to smooch.
How bizarre....I wonder what it all means.
C.O.T.
I hate feeling invisible...and I hate being around people who make me feel invisible.
Now, it wasn't MY idea to destroy the Earth, and I certainly didn't WANT it to happen, but I wasn't as upset about it as I could've been!
The plan was to set off this Super-Missile/Bomb in a strategic place on the planet to cause world-wide flash-flooding....and all I could think about was how I hoped I would die in the explosion and NOT the flood!
And then, I looked at the clock and realised that we only had 21 hours left until the End Of The World, so we all had to scramble around to try to enjoy our last moments alive. I remember I was lookin' for someone to smooch.
How bizarre....I wonder what it all means.
C.O.T.
I hate feeling invisible...and I hate being around people who make me feel invisible.
Saturday, April 26, 2003
I was in a quiet, pensive mood today....verging on miserable.
I wanted to go out, but then, when a friend called me up to go out, all I wanted to do was lounge around in my pajamas. One of my annoying traits: I'm indecisive sometimes. It even gets on MY nerves.
C.O.T.
I'm seeing interracial couples everywhere (other than the "rent-a-dred/old tourist woman" couples, that is!). I think it's so nice that people can overcome such obvious differences and get together like that.
I dunno if I could be comfortable goin' out with a white guy. Not that they're not cute, hell, some of 'em are downright scrumptious. It's just that Bajan white guys never seem interested, and foreign white guys seem TOO interested, if ya know what I mean.
I wanted to go out, but then, when a friend called me up to go out, all I wanted to do was lounge around in my pajamas. One of my annoying traits: I'm indecisive sometimes. It even gets on MY nerves.
C.O.T.
I'm seeing interracial couples everywhere (other than the "rent-a-dred/old tourist woman" couples, that is!). I think it's so nice that people can overcome such obvious differences and get together like that.
I dunno if I could be comfortable goin' out with a white guy. Not that they're not cute, hell, some of 'em are downright scrumptious. It's just that Bajan white guys never seem interested, and foreign white guys seem TOO interested, if ya know what I mean.
Friday, April 25, 2003
Thieves!
Dirty rotten SCUM of human life!!! Not only do they take what doesn't belong to them, but in their greedy haste to get it, they DESTROY whatever is in their path! No %$@#& respect for other people's property!
Why can't we go back to the old ways? Why can't we cut off the hands of all those teefin' bastards? Why do the majority of them get away with it? Is there some higher power that watches over them?
It's absolutely crushing to think that one could work so hard for something, only to have some vile degenerate snatch it up with their cruddy, thieving fingers.
It's a goddamned VIOLATION, and not only is a physical object lost or destroyed, but a little part of one's spirit too!
Thieves, I spit on you!
Dirty rotten SCUM of human life!!! Not only do they take what doesn't belong to them, but in their greedy haste to get it, they DESTROY whatever is in their path! No %$@#& respect for other people's property!
Why can't we go back to the old ways? Why can't we cut off the hands of all those teefin' bastards? Why do the majority of them get away with it? Is there some higher power that watches over them?
It's absolutely crushing to think that one could work so hard for something, only to have some vile degenerate snatch it up with their cruddy, thieving fingers.
It's a goddamned VIOLATION, and not only is a physical object lost or destroyed, but a little part of one's spirit too!
Thieves, I spit on you!
Thursday, April 24, 2003
Throat infection turned out to be a full out cold! Now where the hell could I have picked THIS up? This is the 3rd cold I've had for the year.
My immune system is TOTALLY wack!
Couldn't bare the thought of spending the whole day in the wintery conditions of the office so my ass stayed home today!
I gotta say, I DID feel kinda guilty spending the whole day in the house when I only JUST came back from vacation.
But hey, I'll get over it.
C.O.T.
Whassup with all the gym-mania I see lately?? Everybody always talkin' about they goin' to de gym... Not that it's a bad thing, of course...I guess it's cool that people taking such an active role in their health.
Personally, I'd rather get my work-out while shakin' my booty. And believe it or not, you can work up quite a sweat doin' chores, eg. cleaning the bathroom, sweeping the floors, raking leaves, mowing the lawn...etc.
And the bonus is, the house looks great! Yup, I excercise efficiently!
You, I sound a bit like Martha Stewart, yuh. That's not a good thing.
My immune system is TOTALLY wack!
Couldn't bare the thought of spending the whole day in the wintery conditions of the office so my ass stayed home today!
I gotta say, I DID feel kinda guilty spending the whole day in the house when I only JUST came back from vacation.
But hey, I'll get over it.
C.O.T.
Whassup with all the gym-mania I see lately?? Everybody always talkin' about they goin' to de gym... Not that it's a bad thing, of course...I guess it's cool that people taking such an active role in their health.
Personally, I'd rather get my work-out while shakin' my booty. And believe it or not, you can work up quite a sweat doin' chores, eg. cleaning the bathroom, sweeping the floors, raking leaves, mowing the lawn...etc.
And the bonus is, the house looks great! Yup, I excercise efficiently!
You, I sound a bit like Martha Stewart, yuh. That's not a good thing.
Wednesday, April 23, 2003
Here I am, rotting away in the frozen tundra of this office. The one thing I've missed is the constant internet connection!
And now, I've got a throat infection. It's as if my very immune system is rebelling against my being here.
Oh, how I long to frolic once more, in the sunshine, grains of white sand sparkling against my scantily-clad body... how I crave the soothing aroma of SPF 30 non-comedogenic sunscreen...alas, I left my heart at Accra.
And now, I've got a throat infection. It's as if my very immune system is rebelling against my being here.
Oh, how I long to frolic once more, in the sunshine, grains of white sand sparkling against my scantily-clad body... how I crave the soothing aroma of SPF 30 non-comedogenic sunscreen...alas, I left my heart at Accra.
Tuesday, April 22, 2003
My last day of vacation...strangely enough, I'm not that heart-broken. Maybe I've just had enough staying up late and getting up even later.
Yeah, I said it! I've had enough of waking up late! The time has come for me to confess again: I...am a morning person!
Well, more of a morning person than anyone else I know around my age.
Awright, on to my exciting Last Day of Vacation! I've separated my activities into 2 categories to make this easier...
Before 2pm: Cleaned my room. Gave myself a pedicure. I WILL have beautiful feet if it kills me!
After 2pm: Went to the beach, in one last effort to become the same Brown Goddess on the outside that I am on the inside!
This time was different though...THIS time I had my best friend for company! Makes all the difference in the world.
We discussed EVERYTHING about EVERYBODY on that beach...at length! From the guy who looked like he was expecting twins, to the "voluptuous" chick in the thong. Man, I figure if SHE cuh wear one and look good, I could get away wid it too!
I swear, if anybody overheard our conversations, we might just be mistaken for catty, airheads! *Gasp*
Saw a guy I used to go out with there too. Every time I see 'im, I want 'im all over again. But as the song goes, "he dun me wrong, and he ain't no good for me." Rats.
Thus concludes the highlights of my day.
Y'know what? Confession is good for the soul.
Yeah, I said it! I've had enough of waking up late! The time has come for me to confess again: I...am a morning person!
Well, more of a morning person than anyone else I know around my age.
Awright, on to my exciting Last Day of Vacation! I've separated my activities into 2 categories to make this easier...
Before 2pm: Cleaned my room. Gave myself a pedicure. I WILL have beautiful feet if it kills me!
After 2pm: Went to the beach, in one last effort to become the same Brown Goddess on the outside that I am on the inside!
This time was different though...THIS time I had my best friend for company! Makes all the difference in the world.
We discussed EVERYTHING about EVERYBODY on that beach...at length! From the guy who looked like he was expecting twins, to the "voluptuous" chick in the thong. Man, I figure if SHE cuh wear one and look good, I could get away wid it too!
I swear, if anybody overheard our conversations, we might just be mistaken for catty, airheads! *Gasp*
Saw a guy I used to go out with there too. Every time I see 'im, I want 'im all over again. But as the song goes, "he dun me wrong, and he ain't no good for me." Rats.
Thus concludes the highlights of my day.
Y'know what? Confession is good for the soul.
Monday, April 21, 2003
I Love Club Xtreme
The lights, my god, the lights! And the music! And the free drinks! Yaaaaaay!! Usually, free drinks aren't an issue for me, but dammit, I tried suh'in new!
I had, not 1, not 2...not even 6...but 7 Passoa and pineapples! An all time record for me! And I was only a TAD tipsy.
I only have one suggestion for the management: Death to Smokers!!! My hair smells like a frigging ash-tray.
Guinness Rush Hour Extract:
I waan big-up gals like Honey-Roasted and she sista , Tanama, Gemenii, and a man like Grind! Wha part RaithX did?
I was definately in "puppy-mode" last night (i.e. over-the-moon happy, for no apparent reason)!
Question: Why is it that every time I come home from a fete my body gotta feel like I went jumpin' down Spring Garden??
The lights, my god, the lights! And the music! And the free drinks! Yaaaaaay!! Usually, free drinks aren't an issue for me, but dammit, I tried suh'in new!
I had, not 1, not 2...not even 6...but 7 Passoa and pineapples! An all time record for me! And I was only a TAD tipsy.
I only have one suggestion for the management: Death to Smokers!!! My hair smells like a frigging ash-tray.
Guinness Rush Hour Extract:
I waan big-up gals like Honey-Roasted and she sista , Tanama, Gemenii, and a man like Grind! Wha part RaithX did?
I was definately in "puppy-mode" last night (i.e. over-the-moon happy, for no apparent reason)!
Question: Why is it that every time I come home from a fete my body gotta feel like I went jumpin' down Spring Garden??
Sunday, April 20, 2003
Ahhh, last night was divine!!
Here's the break down:
1. Had dinner with a handsome and charming man! Someone once said "Life is as good as the company you keep." In that case my life was fairly rosy last night!
Question: What IS it about fancy restaurants that gives them the right to charge you NAAAAFFFF moolah for 2 scrawny pieces-a shrimp, and a thimble full-a dipping sauce? I'll never get it!
2. Went dancing! A Latin Night was held to allow the peops in de ballroom fraternaty to mingle with the Russian dance troupe that performed here a while ago!!
It got fairly bashy after a while too, cuz de Russians wanted a taste of de "Wukkup Phenomenon"!! One of them ACTUALLY spun pooch properly! And den hit us wid a tremble that dun up de place!!! He was hot, ya!
I need me a Russian man.
Here's the break down:
1. Had dinner with a handsome and charming man! Someone once said "Life is as good as the company you keep." In that case my life was fairly rosy last night!
Question: What IS it about fancy restaurants that gives them the right to charge you NAAAAFFFF moolah for 2 scrawny pieces-a shrimp, and a thimble full-a dipping sauce? I'll never get it!
2. Went dancing! A Latin Night was held to allow the peops in de ballroom fraternaty to mingle with the Russian dance troupe that performed here a while ago!!
It got fairly bashy after a while too, cuz de Russians wanted a taste of de "Wukkup Phenomenon"!! One of them ACTUALLY spun pooch properly! And den hit us wid a tremble that dun up de place!!! He was hot, ya!
I need me a Russian man.
Friday, April 18, 2003
Daana's New Favourite Sandwich:
Roasted eggplant and brie, with mango chutney, alfalfa sprouts and mayo, on a whole-wheat hoagie.
Simply orgasmic.
C.O.T.
It's Good Friday, which means all 4 members of the Linton family are home at one time. The house feels crowded. I dunno HOW I managed to wrestle my way to the computer but, with the grace of God, I managed it!
Where did the tradition of staying home and doing nothing on a Good Friday come from? If breaking this tradition is a sin then we're all goin' to hell in a hand-basket cuz
we went out periwinkle-ing just now, and it wasn't bad. We got half a plastic bag full! I really need to get out and around my beautiful country more often...check out all the less frequented coastlines.
When we got back home, I did some bakes! Yes, I actually cooked something. And I can be quite justified in saying that my bakes are "hard like big rock!"
My brother nearly chipped a tooth.
Wonder what else I can ruin?
Roasted eggplant and brie, with mango chutney, alfalfa sprouts and mayo, on a whole-wheat hoagie.
Simply orgasmic.
C.O.T.
It's Good Friday, which means all 4 members of the Linton family are home at one time. The house feels crowded. I dunno HOW I managed to wrestle my way to the computer but, with the grace of God, I managed it!
Where did the tradition of staying home and doing nothing on a Good Friday come from? If breaking this tradition is a sin then we're all goin' to hell in a hand-basket cuz
we went out periwinkle-ing just now, and it wasn't bad. We got half a plastic bag full! I really need to get out and around my beautiful country more often...check out all the less frequented coastlines.
When we got back home, I did some bakes! Yes, I actually cooked something. And I can be quite justified in saying that my bakes are "hard like big rock!"
My brother nearly chipped a tooth.
Wonder what else I can ruin?
Wednesday, April 16, 2003
Beach again today!
I felt like a movie star, posing on the lounge chair, sippin' my bottled water ( it was actually tap water) on the white sandy beach of a tropical island. I could definately get used to this! Beach liming all day, and dancing all night! All I gotta do now is formulate a money-making plan to sustain my dream lifestyle.
C.O.T.
Awright, if I understand this right, the point of the blog is to act as some kind of outlet for anything that's on the blogger's mind....maybe even,... dare I say it, a confessional! With that, I bring to you another shocking episode of....
Daana's Deep Dark Secrets *cue the spooky organ music*
Okay, this is really hard for me to say, but...I can never really relax while in the sea because I always get this feeling that some fish, or a shark, or a supposedly-extinct sea-monster will creep silently up to me when I'm not paying attention, and EAT ME TO DEATH!!!! AAAAAAAAH!
Phew. I think I feel a little better now.
I felt like a movie star, posing on the lounge chair, sippin' my bottled water ( it was actually tap water) on the white sandy beach of a tropical island. I could definately get used to this! Beach liming all day, and dancing all night! All I gotta do now is formulate a money-making plan to sustain my dream lifestyle.
C.O.T.
Awright, if I understand this right, the point of the blog is to act as some kind of outlet for anything that's on the blogger's mind....maybe even,... dare I say it, a confessional! With that, I bring to you another shocking episode of....
Daana's Deep Dark Secrets *cue the spooky organ music*
Okay, this is really hard for me to say, but...I can never really relax while in the sea because I always get this feeling that some fish, or a shark, or a supposedly-extinct sea-monster will creep silently up to me when I'm not paying attention, and EAT ME TO DEATH!!!! AAAAAAAAH!
Phew. I think I feel a little better now.
Tuesday, April 15, 2003
Today was a BEE-YOO-TEE-FULL day in Bim! Warm sun, blue sky...ahhhhhhh, perfect day for the beach!
Yes, I went to the beach! Only for an hour, but it was still groovy.
While I was takin' a little dip to cool off, the life-guard that was checkin' me out earlier approached me, "Escuse me, may I have a word with you?"
I start thinkin' "Schuupes, here come the cheezy lines now. These men cyan just do dey job insteada harassin' de people girl children!"
He then hit me wid "See dem sandy patches of water? Don't swim in dem! If you get into trouble, I gine have to rescue ya." , and then he walked off.
Daanz humbled in a one.
Yes, I went to the beach! Only for an hour, but it was still groovy.
While I was takin' a little dip to cool off, the life-guard that was checkin' me out earlier approached me, "Escuse me, may I have a word with you?"
I start thinkin' "Schuupes, here come the cheezy lines now. These men cyan just do dey job insteada harassin' de people girl children!"
He then hit me wid "See dem sandy patches of water? Don't swim in dem! If you get into trouble, I gine have to rescue ya." , and then he walked off.
Daanz humbled in a one.
Quote Of The Week
"Consider me your pimp." - Mark, my present dance partner.
My whole life I've been taught that exibiting "ho" characteristics was a bad thing, and here Mark goes encouraging me in this direction!
Then again, we WERE dancing the rumba (very seductive dance, this one). I believe his exact words were:
"Awright, you're s'posed to make ALL the men in the room want to rush on to the dancefloor and gang-bang you...including me, but you won't do it cuz I don't get turned on that easily"
*sigh* Why he's gotta bring it so raw sometimes?
"Consider me your pimp." - Mark, my present dance partner.
My whole life I've been taught that exibiting "ho" characteristics was a bad thing, and here Mark goes encouraging me in this direction!
Then again, we WERE dancing the rumba (very seductive dance, this one). I believe his exact words were:
"Awright, you're s'posed to make ALL the men in the room want to rush on to the dancefloor and gang-bang you...including me, but you won't do it cuz I don't get turned on that easily"
*sigh* Why he's gotta bring it so raw sometimes?
Monday, April 14, 2003
I didn't actually make it to the beach today so my Pale Period has been extended one more day.
Was telling my future dance partner about my Tanning Plans online this morning and he said "You look good the way you are.". I was extremely flattered since
a.) he's never really complimented me before and
b.) he's 16... I'm not sure why this makes it count more, but it does.
Things Daana Did Today:
1. Watch a whole lotta t.v. (at least 5/8th's of it was Discovery and BBC, so I don't count it as a waste of time)
2. An hour and a half of yoga ( they call me Ms. Lotus Position)
3. Make an anklet. (to aid me on my quest for gorgeous feet)
4. Work on my bestfriend's birthday present.
Hmm, when I list 'em like that, it doesn't look like much.
Was telling my future dance partner about my Tanning Plans online this morning and he said "You look good the way you are.". I was extremely flattered since
a.) he's never really complimented me before and
b.) he's 16... I'm not sure why this makes it count more, but it does.
Things Daana Did Today:
1. Watch a whole lotta t.v. (at least 5/8th's of it was Discovery and BBC, so I don't count it as a waste of time)
2. An hour and a half of yoga ( they call me Ms. Lotus Position)
3. Make an anklet. (to aid me on my quest for gorgeous feet)
4. Work on my bestfriend's birthday present.
Hmm, when I list 'em like that, it doesn't look like much.
Ahhh, I found out that food tastes better when you're on vacation...even the very air smells sweeter!
It's Monday morning and I woke up at 6:10am.
Pathetic.
Maybe I'll mosey along to the beach today. I wish I was more comfortable goin' to the beach alone. This's one- those things I gotta get over myself.
It's Monday morning and I woke up at 6:10am.
Pathetic.
Maybe I'll mosey along to the beach today. I wish I was more comfortable goin' to the beach alone. This's one- those things I gotta get over myself.
Saturday, April 12, 2003
Went to the "international" Dancehall Queen competition last night! Unfortunately, I couldn't see much because there were, according to the chick standing next to me,
"so much raaaaashooooole people in hey, ya c*nt!"
Once in while I caught a glimpse of the stilleto-booted feet of the contestants trembling above the heads of the spectators.
I can only imagine what they were doin'!!! The Japanese contestant didn't do too bad, but she STILL can't wuk de waistline like de C'bbean gals!
A girl like "Bling Kitten" won! Bling Kitten, ya madman! The name still got me!
"so much raaaaashooooole people in hey, ya c*nt!"
Once in while I caught a glimpse of the stilleto-booted feet of the contestants trembling above the heads of the spectators.
I can only imagine what they were doin'!!! The Japanese contestant didn't do too bad, but she STILL can't wuk de waistline like de C'bbean gals!
A girl like "Bling Kitten" won! Bling Kitten, ya madman! The name still got me!
Friday, April 11, 2003
Hubba-hubba
I just had my 2nd "Cute Fed-Ex Guy" sighting for the week. This time he was in my building, and he saw me from down the corridor and waved.
I, with my usual quick wit, asked him "What are you doin' in here?"
Yes, I knew it was a dumb-ass question before the words left my lips, but it was like I had no control.
Luckily, he didn't call me on it! Instead he replied "Man, I'm here waiting for somebody to buzz me into this office."
I then responded with "Well, happy waiting! See you!", and walked off in what I hoped was a saucy manner.
*sigh* I dunno wha's the matter with me.
I just had my 2nd "Cute Fed-Ex Guy" sighting for the week. This time he was in my building, and he saw me from down the corridor and waved.
I, with my usual quick wit, asked him "What are you doin' in here?"
Yes, I knew it was a dumb-ass question before the words left my lips, but it was like I had no control.
Luckily, he didn't call me on it! Instead he replied "Man, I'm here waiting for somebody to buzz me into this office."
I then responded with "Well, happy waiting! See you!", and walked off in what I hoped was a saucy manner.
*sigh* I dunno wha's the matter with me.
Thursday, April 10, 2003
Why can't I just be attracted to the one who actually gives a damn about me? The one who actually CARES how my day went? Why can't I look at him and see the man of my dreams, instead of a clueless nuisance? How can I make myself feel something, when all I feel is absolutely nothing.
Why can't I stop being that tired cliche about the woman who never wants the one who'll treat her the best?
Dear God, the questions won't stop.
Dammit, you can't help who you fall for, and I think THAT is one of the saddest things I've ever learned.
Why can't I stop being that tired cliche about the woman who never wants the one who'll treat her the best?
Dear God, the questions won't stop.
Dammit, you can't help who you fall for, and I think THAT is one of the saddest things I've ever learned.
Two more days to go, 'til I fyah de wuk for a week!
I'm still not sure what my vacaton activities will be yet.
I'm havin' second thoughts about campin' out on the beach, afterall I don't like tan-lines, and since my body is once again monchromatic (thanks to spending all day in a freezing office with flourescent lighting),
I'm not all that eager to stripe it up again!
An empty nudist beach would do me good, although I doubt I'd have the guts to actually strip down in public.
I'm still not sure what my vacaton activities will be yet.
I'm havin' second thoughts about campin' out on the beach, afterall I don't like tan-lines, and since my body is once again monchromatic (thanks to spending all day in a freezing office with flourescent lighting),
I'm not all that eager to stripe it up again!
An empty nudist beach would do me good, although I doubt I'd have the guts to actually strip down in public.
Wednesday, April 09, 2003
According to the clock on my computer, I only have 18 more minutes to make a blog for Wednesday 9th April. I dunno if I can stand the pressure.
Today has been such a non-day. Nothin' of interest to report. Wait, I lie...while I was waiting to be picked up by my ride this evening after work, that cute Fed-Ex guy drove by, slowed down, beeped AND waved at me! All with a big smile. Woo!
It's really silly, but just a little attention from the right guy will make my day.
So much for my "liberated, independent-woman" facade!
Today has been such a non-day. Nothin' of interest to report. Wait, I lie...while I was waiting to be picked up by my ride this evening after work, that cute Fed-Ex guy drove by, slowed down, beeped AND waved at me! All with a big smile. Woo!
It's really silly, but just a little attention from the right guy will make my day.
So much for my "liberated, independent-woman" facade!
Tuesday, April 08, 2003
Quote of the Week:
"Daanz, you know any young girls lookin' for a sugar-daddy?" - my Grand-dad
Spending time with my grandfather is changing me...despite my best efforts, I think I'm getting hooked on...Days of Our Lives! I found myself actually defending it to my brother the other day.
"Seriously Warren, if ya watch it, it gets interesting fa real!"
C.O.T.
I haven't hugged anyone for at least 3 days. I can't believe I actually noticed that. I think I'm under-touched.
Human skin has millions of nerve endings and if they don't get enough stimulation, the individual , to whom the skin belongs, may suffer from serious "touch withdrawal".
Symptoms include:
Short attention span
Craving of salty snacks.
Frequent urges to take part in some form of physical activity
I need a neck massage.
"Daanz, you know any young girls lookin' for a sugar-daddy?" - my Grand-dad
Spending time with my grandfather is changing me...despite my best efforts, I think I'm getting hooked on...Days of Our Lives! I found myself actually defending it to my brother the other day.
"Seriously Warren, if ya watch it, it gets interesting fa real!"
C.O.T.
I haven't hugged anyone for at least 3 days. I can't believe I actually noticed that. I think I'm under-touched.
Human skin has millions of nerve endings and if they don't get enough stimulation, the individual , to whom the skin belongs, may suffer from serious "touch withdrawal".
Symptoms include:
Short attention span
Craving of salty snacks.
Frequent urges to take part in some form of physical activity
I need a neck massage.
Monday, April 07, 2003
Ahhhh yessss Pinky, only 5 more days until vacation, and then... we can take over the world!
All like I now I gotta plan what I'm doin' for my....vacation *cue choir of angels*
I know I gotta get my ass to the beach for sure...someone called me "red" the other day, and that just ain't wukkin' fa me!
I really gotta put some thought into this vacation (*cue choir of angels*) itinerary of mine. I am not, repeat NOT going to waste a minute of it. So far, according to the 1st draft of my plan, I should be spending every waking moment either a.) watching t.v., b.) on the computer, c.) at the beach or d.) partying.
I may need to make a few adjustments.
All like I now I gotta plan what I'm doin' for my....vacation *cue choir of angels*
I know I gotta get my ass to the beach for sure...someone called me "red" the other day, and that just ain't wukkin' fa me!
I really gotta put some thought into this vacation (*cue choir of angels*) itinerary of mine. I am not, repeat NOT going to waste a minute of it. So far, according to the 1st draft of my plan, I should be spending every waking moment either a.) watching t.v., b.) on the computer, c.) at the beach or d.) partying.
I may need to make a few adjustments.
Sunday, April 06, 2003
I went to Calypso Spektakula 2003 last night. It was.....okay.
Just okay because a.) I didn't spin as much pooch as I would liked, and b.) the fights, good lord, the fights. Denise Belfon (that's Ms. Wow to you!) was a highlight as usual and I STILL think More Gal by Wanski is de best song from T'n'T carnival this year!! So there.
C.O.T.
I'm thinking about establishing an International Friends Day (if there isn't one already, that is! Dey got so many official "Days" now...I hear April 17th is International Pantyhose Day! That sounds like an invitation for all potential bank-robbers to do their thing!)
I don't think I show enough appreciation for my friends...
I need to thank God that I have people that I can be totally wierd and silly around, and they'll only look at me funny for a couple minutes.
*sigh* That's a real friend!
Just okay because a.) I didn't spin as much pooch as I would liked, and b.) the fights, good lord, the fights. Denise Belfon (that's Ms. Wow to you!) was a highlight as usual and I STILL think More Gal by Wanski is de best song from T'n'T carnival this year!! So there.
C.O.T.
I'm thinking about establishing an International Friends Day (if there isn't one already, that is! Dey got so many official "Days" now...I hear April 17th is International Pantyhose Day! That sounds like an invitation for all potential bank-robbers to do their thing!)
I don't think I show enough appreciation for my friends...
I need to thank God that I have people that I can be totally wierd and silly around, and they'll only look at me funny for a couple minutes.
*sigh* That's a real friend!
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