It's Christmas Eve (duh) and I'm feeling down. I'm here with my family, as I should be and yet...I dunno...I still feel kinda empty.
Maybe it's because we still have no tree up. Maybe it's because we've all been working so hard in the family business, that now we're all too exhausted to enjoy
the warm, fuzzy Yuletide spirit.

Maybe it's because I got reported today for waiting in a "No Parking" zone and because the credit union ATM rejected my card.

Maybe it's because I feel like I'm becoming a recluse.
I don't ever seem to have the time nor the inclination to go spend time with friends anymore. And the less time I spend with my peers, the less I seem to have in common with them.

I'll probably snap outa this semi-funk I'm in fairly soon.

Nothing that a tequila shot and some butter cookies can't fix. Bring on the Sauza.

I'm absolutely beside myself! The boy next door has a crush on me, and he's absolutely gorgeous! Slight problem, he's only 7 years old.
His parents already have us engaged. I'm under strict instructions to wait another 10 years or so 'til he's ready for me.
I'm 23...what's another 10?

Only 3 more days before Christmas, and we STILL haven’t erected (heheh, I said “erected�, heheh.) our tree! I know we’re usually late with this thing, but this time we REALLY cuttin’ it close!

Daana’s Top Ten Christmas Songs:
10.) All I want for Christmas Is You - Mariah Carey.
9.) Any Christmas parang (so lively and festive!)
8.) Japanese Transistor Radio (dunno who sings this one but it cracks me up every time!)
7.)Is that You Santa Claus?- Louis Armstrong
6.)Santa Baby – Eartha Kitt (the Madonna version is too…juvenile )
5.)The Grinch- Busta Rhymz and Jim Carey
4.)Come All Ye Faithful (Had to put a traditional hymn in there)
3.)Jingle Bells- Barbara Streisand (Yknow…the one where she starts singin’ SO fast that ya can’t keep up with ‘er?)
2.) Sleigh Ride – I Dunno Who
1.) That parody of Michael Jackson’s “Thriller�, performed by Madd. The one where they sing about your hungry friends that only come around on Xmas day to eat out all de ham and jug.

Oh man, how to put into words the feeling of utter bliss
When you hear a song,
And it's like that PARTICULAR blend of rhythm, melody and words
Just speaks to you....moves you....flows right through your soul and lifts you to heights...
You feel at one with the music,
And all at once you want to fall on knees
And thank God Almighty for blessing you with ears.

I love me some percussion....gimme a good bass beat and I'll rock all night.

I tellya, this island is WAY too small! Ya can't get upto nuh kinda mischief at all widdout gettin' catch!
Well then, I guess that makes things more exciting!

C.O.T.
Never underestimate the power of prayer, my people. Ask and it shall be given unto you. And praying for others makes you feel especially warm and fuzzy.

If sex was materialised into an inanimate object, this
would be it....and this
would be my favourite position.

Talk about releasin' your Part B! Me-OW baby!

So far, this's the most commercial Christmas I've had. I haven't had time for shopping nor decorating, only working to get other people's money.
It's still early...maybe I can work this out.

My Yoga Mat

When I’m on my yoga mat, I’m in my own little world.
I feel invincible and somewhat above it all…
For a brief moment in time, my body is strong and perfect,
And does everything I ask of it.

Speaking of which, I have a Personal Achievement to announce!
I did 3 boy-style push-ups during my Saturday workout! Hell-Yeah!
I usually do the girl-style ones, but this time it seems like I developed the upper body strength to really work it! Yes man! I'se a soje!

C.O.T.

Somebody thought my Mum & I were sisters this morning…I haven’t quite made up my mind whether or not this bothers me.

C.O.T.

I bathed my Granddad’s dog Puppy (yeah, tha’s his name) this weekend. He’s such a drama queen (Puppy, not my Granddad…although Granddad has his moments too).
I had to tie his collar to the gate just so he wouldn’t run off, and THEN he acted like the whole thing was some big traumatizing experience! His body went limp and his eyes glazed over, as if he was tryin’ to astrally project his spirit to a happier time and place. After it was all over and he was lookin’ and smellin’ good, I untied him.
He looked at me in disbelief, then trotted off. Would you believe the first thing that idiot dog went and did, was go and roll up in one setta mud! Schuuuupes.

All day long I was looking forward to chillin' wid him tonight, but I guess I didn't realise how much.

I skipped for 2 extra minutes this afternoon, my energy seemingly boosted by the prospect of an actual date after so long.

I washed and conditioned my hair,then I lathered up with Herbal Essence Body Wash, so ya KNOW I was smellin' good.

I dressed, fixed up my hair and glossed up my lips.

My whole frikkin' aura was in "date mode"....then he called to say he was tired and he was just gonna crash tonight.

Well, I felt like crying. I hate being this disappointed!
Here I sit, at home, alone on a Friday night, looking all cute, and smelling absolutely delicious.
What a waste.

Why people’s gotta be so friggin’ hard-ears? It only seems like common sense to me that if you owe somebody money, you bloody-well PAY them! Ya don’t hem and haw and stall and all manner of foolishness!
Rule No. 1: You don’t fuck around with other people’s money! You just DON’T!

That uppity bitch now got me offset and I can’t even concentrate on workin’.
Aaaaargh! I need me one-a them punching bag things.

It always surprises me how much some guys are into women's feet.

I mean, yeah, pretty feet are all well and good, y'know, part of the whole package and all that, but for some fellas, The Feet is where it ALL starts!


Realization That Most Surprised Me About Myself:
Turns out I may not be entirely opposed to having my toes sucked.

Yee-ha! Down girl!

Another Independence Day has come and gone.
I thought the radio stations woulda made a bigger deal of it and play some frikkin' BAJAN music for a change. My bad, guess tha's just not the point of our Independence Day.

C.O.T.
Went to Coney Island on Friday, and rode all de baddest rides! Yup, I was a real soldier, and yet I felt like a little girl again! I guess I still am a little girl in the grand scheme of things.

Aw man...I want to blog some more, but I'm just too sleepy....
Y'know, it's a case of the mind is willing but the body ain' able.
I think I'll take the liberty of typing utter rubbish now and blame it on my poor sleep-deprived self.

I kinda want a puppy....but I dunno if I could take care of it...I mean, I've had dogs before, but it's been so long...what am I sayin', of course I could take care of it...I'm a competent young woman...maybe I should get a hamster...I always thought they were pretty cute...I wonder if they bite.....maybe I should get fish instead....they won't bite...wait, tha's not true....fish bite me all the time...Note to Self...no fish...

Okay, time to haul ass to bed now. G'night.

I’m fascinated by the ethics of BET.

People like Jennifer Lopez, Justin Timberlake, Bubba Sparxx, Stagga Lee, and Eminem will have their videos played back to back on Black Entertainment Television, while many ACTUAL Black people such as Lenny Kravitz and Sonique doan get no airplay atall atall atall!!

Wait! I know! Maybe the name of the network is less about the race of the featured musicians/artists, and more about the genres of music that are typically associated with Black people.
Hmm, I may have a point here…J-Lo, J-Tim, B-Spar and Em, may all be non-Black but at least they perform typically “black” music, WHEREAS L-Krav, and Niqs sing music typically enjoyed more by White people! Wow, that MUST be it, right??

What a load of crap. I happen to know many Black people, including myself, who have very eclectic tastes in music and would welcome Black musicians of ANY genre, even if only to provide a little variety on BET.
And whassup with the owners/producers of BET being White? I don’t have all the facts on this, but I do know that many of the video producers are white. Doesn’t it seem strange that the ones directing these videos and hence dictating what black hip-hop culture is supposedly about, are white?

I smell a conspiracy.

Invention Appreciation Day!

I’ve decided that every once in a while, I’ll dedicate a segment of my blog to honouring a great invention which has improved the quality of my life.

Today’s invention is The Car!

The car is such an immense convenience and yet it’s virtues often go unsung.

Why, can you imagine if every time I wanted to guh ‘cross by so ‘n’ so, I had to hitch Shaunté de mule up to de cart? It wud tek me 3+ hours to get wuh part I gine! Yeah, it’s a more environmentally-friendly transportation option, but it just about completely rules out goin’ to fetes!

Yes, I find that I too, take for granted, and sometimes even abuse, the privilege of being able to drive a car, and for this I am truly ashamed.

So don’t wait everybody,…hug a car today.

I realise that death does not bother me.
I have completely accepted the fact that we all must die, and that someday I will have to say goodbye to each and every person I know.
When someone passes away, I mourn not because that person has died, but because I'll never get to see them again in this lifetime. Maybe no-one else will understand the difference but that's the way I feel.

Maybe the reason it doesn't bother me is because I don't believe that death is the end. I know our spirits will re-unite with those of the ones we have lost.
I also feel somewhat comforted by the knowledge that those who have passed on, have been relieved of the worries and suffering of this world.

R.I.P. Aunty Betty.

The ball was last night. I think my performance coulda been better...it was just alright in my opinion. *sigh* The few days after a show or a competion are such an anti-climax for me. I'm on a dancing "low" right now. I'm both physically and mentally exhausted form the last two weeks of rehearsal sessions running late into the night. I think I'll go to bed early tonight.
Next on my agenda is the Jahbulani's "Strictly Latin 2004" Competition.
Whoah yeah. Just thinking about it right now makes me tired.

C.O.T.
I'm not deserving of his affection. He deserves someone who can return his feelings, someone who doesn't care what other people think.
Someone who can just let go.

I’m lonely…but I think it’s an insincere emotion (if there is such a thing) on my part, triggered by hearing about someone else’s developing romance. I’m perfectly fine most of the time, and this feeling of loneliness only seems to appear within me when I’m lead to believe that everyone else around me has someone to snuggle with. Suddenly I remember that I’m alone, and that I have been for such a long, long time.
One thing I gotta say though, I’m very good at talking myself outa these moods. Self-pity never solves anything.

C.O.T.

I find I like hip-hop WAY too much for someone who also opposes the objectification of women and the extravagant lifestyle promoted in this genre of music.
I can’t help it! The beat just gets a-hold of me and makes me wanna shake it!


Get ready for the percolatuh,
Dj gonna work the fader
C'mon, drop it like a hot potatuh
Everybody let's percolatuh!----Rah Digga

Y’know, prayer can be just as cleansing as a bar of soap. It comforting to know that I always have someone to talk to, no matter the topic.

C.O.T.
Practice last night was somewhat frustrating…I just can’t seem to keep my balance! The floor WAS slippery, but a good dancer never uses that as an excuse…they just deal with it. We messed up a couple times during the dance and at the end of it, the silence was just as loud as the applause was the night before. I’ll admit, I felt a little humiliated and angry with myself. I know Shane felt the same way too, since his mood changed to sullen and impatient after that. He always wears his heart on his sleeve. *Sigh * Only 4 more rehearsal days before the show too. We’ll need the practice.
And I’m getting nervous about my costume too. Will it be sexy enough? Will it fall JUST the way I want it to? Good thing I have a backup dress. No kick-pants to go with it though, so I better wear decent undies. Heheh!

C.O.T.
Well, I’m off the soup diet, and I’m on to my new and improved (not to mention tastier) eating plan! What I do is eat properly all week long, y’know, lotsa veggies, fruit, fibre, low/no fat/sugar/carbs/salt, then at the end of the week, I allow myself an item from my “Pig-Out Foods” list, so that I don’t have to feel deprived!
This Friday is a spare-rib dinner from TNT. Oh yeaaaaaah, can’t hardly wait.

I was scheduling an appointment into Lotus Organiser, when I took a look at the calender section and right at the bottom it said:

“44 more days”

I panicked!
I mean, I know it’s November 17th, but I never thought of it as
Only 44 More Days Left In The Year 2003!
All I can think about is how time is slipping through my fingers all too quickly! What am I gonna do? All of a sudden I’ve got the urge to find someone and cling to them for dear life! Only 44 more days left! How many people do I have to say “I love you” to? How many old ladies must I help across the road? Should I rush over to the hospital and give blood now, or should I do it tomorrow?
44 Days just isn’t enough time! I need time, I need time, I need time!

Good grief! Why is it that in the nicer clothing stores, the sexy dresses ARE ALL IN SMALL SIZES???
If I was a sensitive soul, my self-esteem would have shot 12 levels lower this morning as I searched in vain for a suitably fabulous formal dress for the ball next week. This is just not good enough!! Are big women not considered worthy of fine apparel?? It’s a friggin’ shame is what it is.
And my search continues.

C.O.T.
My ballroom partner is SO sweet to me! At practice last night, I had a big-time allergy attack (felt like I was gonna lose a vital organ out through my nose!) and I was sneezy and snotty and covered in bits of damp tissue-debris…and he STILL practised with me! He didn’t mind at all he said, as he took my moist, post-sneeze hand. There I was, feeling all self-conscious and gross, and he allayed my anxieties and danced with me. He really made me feel loved and appreciated.
I’m feeling really mushy about now.

C.O.T.
Confession time again! A couple days ago, my dad did some BASHMENT roast pork, and I couldn't resist its tantalising aroma, and I ended up havin' some of it! Yes I cheated! But I don't feel guilty about it cuz

1.) it was protein and not carbohydrate (carbs are the REAL dieting demons) and,
2.) This diet I'm on right now is BARE ish, and I frikkin' DESERVED that pork!