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!

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

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

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?

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.

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?

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.

It's officially Saturday. My 2nd latin competition will begin in about 21 hours. I just wanna get this one over with so I can relax.

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!

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.

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.

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."

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!

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.

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 have a cold again. This is the 3rd in 5 months. I need a good dose of sleep, but unfortunately I'm at work.
If this blog makes no sense, it's mostly because I'm doped up on cold medicine.

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.

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.

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!

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