Had an encounter with that weirdo "cultural officer" again. He said my collarbones "aren't happening".
Now what the heck is THAT s'posed to mean?? As if I don't have enough to worry about without adding my collarbones to the list.
He also commented that my neck muscles could use some strengthening. He recommends that I find a partner and start kissing. Dear Lord, please don't let that be a come-on. I will run, screaming, if I detect even the slightest hint of a flirt from this man.

C.O.T.

Shane has apologised profusely for treating me like shit over the last two months, and has even given me a bomb-diggy present to show his appreciation for my refusal to let him give up!
I, in turn, have been the perfect example of a gracious partner and refrained from slapping him upside the head and yelling "I TOLD you so!!!"

All's well in Daanesville for the time being.

I can't believe it.
Shane and I are now the reigning Strictly Latin dance champions!
We won BOTH the advanced categories last night! When they announced the winners we just stood there for several seconds, eyes bugging and mouths agape. I'll bet we looked like real poppets. No-one was more surprised than us. I felt like crying.

I guess I was just remembering all the frustration Shane and I went through, much of which was because of someone who was s'posed to be on our side, but instead, we found out, was waiting for us to fail.

Turns out that some people are just sore losers though. Which brings me to:

The "Unsportsman-like Conduct Of The Night" Award

This award goes to that bitch who threw the pep bottle at us when we were announced as the winners. And to think, she was talkin' good with me before my category too! Ha! She musse was upset cuz she get eliminate in HER category! And to top it off, she bandy too, cuz she miss wid de bottle!


Oh, and special mention goes to whoever tief de matching panty part of my costume (AFTER I performed in it, mind you.).
I tellya, what a night.

Bloody hell...I'm nervous.
My stomache is alive with the fluttering of many, many butterflies.
And the worst thing is, I don't feel like I can share this with my partner because the boy does not care.
Man, if I'm like this now, I don't know how I'll manage tomorrow.
The more I think about this competition, the more I feel like throwing up.
I just know I'd feel better if I had a willing partner, after all, we do feed off each other's energy.

I find that I have to keep reminding myself to breathe.

Looks like none of my friends will be able to make it tomorrow night. Great.

Please Lord, make him come to his senses.

Geez, nothin' is quite as boring as listening to/watching parents marvelling over the antics of their young child. I hate having to feign interest.

C.O.T.
Only 2 or so more days to go....why is he doing this to me? I hope he plans to "bring it" on Saturday night.

Awright now...here's the Cliff Notes version of

My Weekend
Friday night:

Went to Club Xtreme (compliments of Lani) for the first time in, geez... I dunno how long. Wasn't bad at all except for my usual problem: the blasted smoke. I came out absolutely reeking!


Saturday:

Another exTREMEly frustrating practice session. and this time it wasn't because of my partner. Well not entirely, anyhow!
I was havin a dificult time catchin' on to the steps and our instructor really wasn't makin' it any easier for me. I felt like crying and screaming , but I held it in until I drove away afterwards. I really felt defeated...for a brief moment I was actually convinced that there was no WAY I could be ready for this competition. Not in 7 days!!
Thank the Lord this funk didn't last too long.

On a brighter note, I had a visitor! Nothin' like a little company to take your mind off your problems! This dude is the one person who isn't phased by how "far away" I live!

"Yeah," he says on the phone "I comin' 'cross by you now!" as if he lives on the other end of the street instead of the other end of the island! Gotta love 'im!

Sunday:

Man, this afternoon Shane and I were focused! We sequestered ourselves away from the rest of the class, and we went to work! We finally finished our cha-cha routine! Yes! Things are lookin' up! He still has his moody stints but I find that's only when other people are around! If it's just the two of us, he's cool. That boy is too much.
Anyhow, I really think we can do it! 6 days and counting.

Monday:

T minus 5 days 'til the big competition. Is that anxiety I feel in the pit of my stomach, or just hunger?

Letter to An Ex-Flam

Dear Vern,

It's been quite a while, and most of the time I can say I'm over you, but I realise that only seems to be true when I manage to forget that you even exist.
The fact that you're so over me that you can tell your friends it's ok to pursue me.....bothers me more than I thought it would!
YOU ditched ME....YOU'RE the one who's s'posed to be alone and miserable, filled with regret and lamenting over what an idiot you are. It would definately make me feel better if you were. But of course, you don't even care. I want so badly to hate you, but I can't even manage that because you're so fucking nice.

C.O.T.

Well! I cannot beLIEVE this boy!
What am I gonna do with my partner? Tell me, WHAT??
Now he doesn't want to do the competition at all? What the fuck is THAT all about? After I've had to put up with his sucky attitude for the past few months, he now wants to pull this crap???
I think he's tryin' to get rid of me! I mean, he MUST be! You'd think that after I had a little chat with him about his attitude, and he seemed to get my drift, that he'd cheer the hell up??? Noooo, apparently that seems to be too much for him to handle!
Well, y'know what? I refuse to let him steal my energy! I'm goin' thru with this thing in spite of his sour face. If he wants to bail out, he's gonna have to come right out and say so!

I flexed to the cinema the other night to check out Havana Nights: Dirty Dancing 2 and my God, it has inspired me in a whole new way!
Yes, my new goal in life is to hunt down Diego Luna and force him to be my love-slave.

Oh but seriously, I dunno if it was the Cuban accents, or the HOTT nightclub scenes, but I was lovin' it. Makes ya wanna grind on somebody (hee hee).
I still Like Dirty Dancing 1 better, but this one ranks up there too.
Whoah yeah, tha's my kinda movie; can't go wrong with a little dancin' & romancin'!

*Sigh* I hate it when I get so wrapped up in a movie, that after it ends I feel hollow, like a chunk of my soul got ripped out.
I need to see this movie again, like I need my next rack of barbequed spare ribs.

C.O.T.

Turns out that Mr. Pep Talk from the other night, is also Mr. Push-up King! My boy was down on de ground last night doin' all kinda pushups : "knuckle-jumps", "one-handed", and "buxom-dance-partner-sitting-on-your-back" !
Damn! I was impressed!
I guess that explains his broad, muscular upper body which he can't seem to hide, even under those oversize t-shirts...

Breathe Daana,... breathe.

Last night I had a rather frustrating practice session...y'know, the kind where you and your partner don't feel like having anything to do with each other?

Well, I needed a break so I headed outside to cool off and clear my head. One of the newer guys followed me out, sat next to me and asked
"So, how's it going"

"Frustratingly slowly" I replied tensely.
"I can see that" he said, "That's why I came to talk to you."

And then we chatted. He gave me a pep talk, and it really cheered me up.
His openness caught me off-guard since, as I mentioned before, he's one of the NEWER members and, we haven't established anything more than a "general small-talk" type of relationship. Not that pep-talks are common among the more familiar members either! It was just so unexpected, and I was very touched by his gesture.
People don't realise it, but the little things one does, can leave a big impression on others.
He seems so much older than he is.

Little does he know, but he's got a friend in me. Hope I'll have the opportunity to repay his kindness.

I give my weekend a nice even 8 out of a possible 10.

Yup, it wasn't bad at all. Spent all Saturday morning doin' laundry and scrubbing the shower. I tellya, that there burns some serious calories, but no matter how hard I scrub, I can never seem to get it as clean as Mum can!
I feel de woman does sneak a professional in to do it, while everybody watchin' t.v.

Anyhow, that wasn't what earned the high Weekend Rating.

It was the night out wid de girls. We ate, we laughed and we "lick we mouts" (not me though...I rarely have anything to contribute in de way of juicy news cuz nobody friggin' tells me anything).

I vote for karaoke and pizza next time! And strippers.

C.O.T.

Last night I took in the Olympus double feature: Gothika/ House of The Dead.
Gothika was ok, but H.O.T.D. was high grade crap. A downright abomination. Do not watch this.

On the plus side, I was accompanied by a handsome young man who introduced me to the wonderful world of Cheesy Popcorn!

Cheesy Popcorn? Sounds Great! How do I get it?

1.) Go to cinema
2.) Buy box of popcorn
3.) Buy $1 cup of melted cheese
4.) Dump cheese on popcorn
5.) Dig in

Adds a delightfully gooey element to your movie-watching experience.

Woo!
Petey Pablo did a guest performance on BET's 106 & Park last night and during the interview afterwards, he took off his shirt to show all his 6 tatoos! Eeeeeeeek!
Brutha-man was lookin' MUCH buffer than in the video, and I was glued to my t.v.!

I still think he looks better in the video but he flexed his pecs for heaven's sake! A move garaunteed to make me blush and giggle like a 16 yr. old!

Cold doesn't do a damn thing for morning puffiness.

Not cold spoons, not cold cucumber slices, nothing. It just doesn't work. Not for ME anyway.

Had another "graveyard shift" practice session last night so I had the whole puffy eye thing goin' on this morning. Not pretty.

That creepy dance coach was there again (just when I thought I was safe), but he wasn't that creepy this time. He's just kinda eccentric, or as as he would put it, he has a distinct artistic personality.

"Oh hiiii!" he exclaimed as I approached the studio, "Y'know, I met your mother last week! She's so normal!"

(Huh?)

I decided that "Uh, thanks." was the best response.

He was QUITE disappointed and disgusted to learn that I 'm a meat-eater. He says he and his pals like to poke fun at meat-eaters. He says they point and snicker, and say "Oh, here come the cannibals!"

I'll admit, he stunned me with that one. *Sigh* Why must vegetarians be so corny (Get it? Get it?) ?

It just dawned on me that this is the second blog entry I've made about this character.
Dear lord, if I develop a crush on this person, I will kill myself.

Spare Rib Lover signing out.

I don't know how and I don't know when, but someone unexpected has somehow stumbled across my blogsite!
Accident or other wise,... I wonder....
Hmm, verrrrrrrrrry suspicious!

He's probably reading these words all like now! Are ya? Huh?

I like to keep my everyday contacts separate from my blog, but it looks like they're mingling a little more each day.

I'll try to refrain from censoring myself any more than usual.

C.O.T.

Y'know, I find there's something very sensual about drinking from a glass bottle.
Especially when it's an alcoholic drink ( though it still works for stuff like malt ).

It must be the combination of sensations: the smooth, cool glass and the fizz of the carbonated drink against your lips and tongue, which are a serious erogenous zone, I must say.

And THAT my friends, is the real reason why I mostly say "No thanks, I don't need it in a cup."!

Yesterday marked one whole year since I started my blogsite! That's right! It's my Blogging Anniversary!! And up to now, it STILL sounds like a cuss word!

I should really take a moment to thank the person who introduced me to this thing in the first place: Marcus a.k.a. The Invisible Man.


I really think I'd like to celebrate this milestone in some way, even if I have to stick one-a those tiny birthday candles in my mashed potatoes (I can eat that! That's an UN-processed carb!)

My Ideal Blogging Anniversary Celebration:

A magical night of Taboo and Pictionary,
With everybody on my Blog links list ( plus some others),
Complete with a chocolate anniversary cake and tequila shots,
Punctuated by subtle flirting from my crush-of-the-week,
And a couple hearty smooches for good measure.

Yup, them there is some good times.

Nothing makes you appreciate having a car at your disposal, like having that luxury taken away from you.
And it IS a luxury.

I guess I'd been taking it for granted, and now I'm bein' taught a lesson. Cha den, I can't do ANYTHING now!

Take now for example...right this minute I'd like to be able to go and check out the $10 double feature at Olympus
(yes, I actually have a free night since my partner decide he ain' practisin'. Schuuupes.)
but can I just pick up and go??
Why nooooo! Because I don't have a car!

Awright, now I'm startin' to feel like a spoiled rich kid, whining about her many "hardships".
There're plenty of people who don't have cars...and they manage just fine.

Even though I had spare ribs for lunch, yesterday was a bad day for me.

My brother was being even more unreasonable than usually. He's turning into a miserable old man before his time and that worries me. He's becoming like Dad...bitching about tiny, inconsequential details and basically getting on everybody's damn nerves.
Yup, it's a Boys vs Girls thing in my household and I hate it. Mum & I are the sunny, easy-going ones, while Dad & Warren are the dark clouds of doom.

I'd say I was in a pensive kinda mood all day. I was reflecting on my life...comparing my views to those of others, coming to the conclusion all over again, that I must be alone, and getting more and more depressed. I tellya, it's disappointing.


And THEN I burnt a batch of chocolate chip cookies.


That was the last straw. I kinda broke down and quietly shed a few tears into my barbequed ribs. I tried not to let anyone notice, but then guess who patted me on the back, and offered comforting words?

My Dad. Yeah, he has his moments, I guess.

Ash Wednesday yesterday heralded the start of the Lenten season and I, Naolat Kukamunga (bet nobody knew that was my last name), the Queen of Self-Deprivation, will be giving up all forms of processed carbohydrates. That's right, no macaronie pie, no toasted cheese sandwiches and CERTAINLY no caramel blondies! .

I ain't scurred tho, I've done this sorta thing before. 40 days ain' nattin!

C.O.T.

The secret phrase is...

"The chicken can stay."

First person to say this to my face gets a free lollipop.

At last, I have some evidence of personal growth to record!
I think I can finally say that my taste in men is truly ecclectic, and that I can appreciate the beauty in any type!

I can say this since I've developed a crush on Petey Pablo!
I've chosen to look at this in a positive light instead of admitting that I think I've lost my damn mind.
For the first time in my life, I find attractive, someone who fits into the African American, gangsta-rapper, hoochie-mama-lovin' mold.
That voice...those lips.

I can't believe I'm sayin' this, but those platinum teeth covers (or whatever they're called) really work for him.
Dear Lord, what's happening to me?


Freek-A-Leek - Petey Pablo

24, 34, 46, good and thick, and once you get it she'll work wit it.
Put a face and some cute lips, earing and a tongue and she'll know what to do wit it.
Make a name for herself, and she do her shit well, and know how to keep her business to herself.
Come over anytime a nigga call chick, 1 o'clock, 2 o'clock, (ding dong) and she right there.
And she know why she came here, and she know where her clothes suppose to be (off and over there).
Sniff a little coke, take a little x, smoke a little weed, drink a little bit.
I need a girl that I can freak wit,
and wanna try shit, and ain't scared of a big dick.
And love to get her pussy licked,
by another bitch, cus I ain't drunk enough to do that.

[Chorus:]
FREAKALEEK!
(Do you like it daddy?) Shameka
Keisha
(Do you like it daddy?) Tara
FREAKALEEK!
Shonda
(Do you like it daddy?) Sabrina
Crystal
(Do you like it daddy?)Daronda
FREAKALEEK!
Theresa
(Do you like it daddy?) Falicia
Tenisha
(Do you like it daddy?) Sharon
FREAKALEEK!
Monica
(Do you like it daddy?) Monique
Christina
(Do you like it daddy?) Yolanda

[Verse Two:]
I need to know a whole lot then to teachin' a broad, with my ding dong make her tongue tickin the bong.
Go on ahead so I dont have to do that far, I'm spoiled (and I don't like to work that hard).
I like to lay back, relax, and enjoy my time, and let your eyes roll back and my toes curl.
(I love when you do that girl) Until it comes time for me to have to give her hers.
Tell me what you want, do you want it missionary with your feet cramed into the head board?
Do you want it from the back with your face in the pillow so you can
yell it loud if you want to?
Do you want it on the floor? Do you want it on the chair?
Do you want it over here? Do you want it over there?
Do you want it in ya pussy? Do you want it in ya ass?
I'll give you anything you can handle!

Not the most enlightening lyrics out there, but the song has a catchy beat.

Suppose there's this thing that *Tawneesha is not s'posed to do, and she, like a good girl, refrains from doing it...how can one tell whether she refrained because
a) she knew it was the wrong thing to do, or
b) she just plain chickened out despite the fact that she really wanted to ?

And would the reasoning behind her non-action really matter as long as she did the right thing?
DOES the ends really justify the means?

Boy, I'm getting really philosophical here.

I just KNEW that quasi-b!tch had her eye on my dance partner! I know he's not my property, but she knows bloody well that we have a competiton to train for, and THEN sneaks (yes SNEAKS, cuz she wasn't planning on telling anybody much less ME) and commits him to performing in some other dance show with her???

Why, I oughta jump-kick that uppity heifer in the mouth! It wouldn't be that hard to do either cuz she's short.
And what about him? When was he planning on mentioning it to me?

Why do I feel like I just got horned?

Ladies and gentlemen, I have reason to believe I have a wierdo on my tail.
Not literally-speaking, of course, but the guy is just too odd for me.
I DID give him a fair chance, but after discovering that he's a closet-freak, I backed WAY off. Thing is, he keeps callin' me.

I guess I'm to blame for not tellin' the dude straight that I'm no longer interested, (more fuel for Govan's endless "Women" complaints) but good grief, if the object of my affection never returns my calls, never makes any effort to see me, and never even sounds particularly enthusiastic to hear from me, I would take the hint, big time!

So why can't he? I'm not worried though. I'll be a woman and just break it to him in person.

How could I have ever considered The Closet-Freak over my Muppet (a.k.a. "Him")?

V-Day has come and gone, and I'm still here in one piece.

I was rudely awakened by a wrong number on my cell phone...then I spent the morning doin' laundry...then I went to belly dancing class with Lani!!

No question, that was THE highlight of my day! Can't beat a good hip-rollin' session!

After that, I had to work for a couple hours. And then I spent the rest of the time alone at home. I'll admit, I nearly lost it there...so I gave up and went to sleep.
Hmmph, soon V-Day will be MY day!

C.O.T.

Webcams are officially my favourite piece of tecnology right now!! Anything that enables me to see my Muppet while he's thousands of miles away, is ALL that and bag of Caramel Blondies!

I believe in making small personal goals for oneself…y’know, first you accomplish the small ones then you move on to the big ones.

Well, one-a my small goals, is to make sure that I smell as good as possible, at all times.
Hence I’ve found myself with a collection of shower gels, lotions, body mists, colognes and scented oils.

When I step out of the shower having just washed & conditioned my hair, and I anoint my body with my Skin So Soft bath oil, I feel like a new woman. And of course I make sure everyone in the house catches a whiff.

Mum: “You smell like suh’in tuh eat!” (She doesn't understand why that'd be a GOOD thing)
Warren: “You smell awright…I guess.” (he says, barely glancing away from his computer game)
Dad: “You smell like a funeral parlour!” ( Would it kill him to say something nice?)

Most times I don’t derive much satisfaction from their responses, but I know that deep down I light up their lives with my refreshing aroma!

C.O.T.

Tomorrow's Valentine's Day...and even though I'm Valentineless as usual, I can't bring myself to denounce it as a materialistic farce of a "holiday". I can't help it, I think a Lovers' Day is a great idea, and I guess I'll keep saving up my V-Day energy for when I finally get myself someone to expend it on.
I tellya, he ain' gun know wha hit 'im! I'll send him roses, dedicate songs to 'im on de radio, I'll take him out for a romantic starlit picnic wid his favourite dessert, soothe him with a scented back-rub, ....damn, I'd be so good to him, I'd wish I WAS him!

I was just sifting through the attic of my memory and I came across files on the happy times I had in the St. Michael School Choir.

I guess I didn't realise it then, but I really did have a blast!
I think most people kinda thought the choir was cheesy, but I stuck to it for 5 years, and I enjoyed every minute.
I remember singing in the St Michael Cathedral for Founder's Day service...our voices rising in unison, above those of the other students.
Tears would come to my eyes as I heard my own voice contributing to a beautiful hymn. Those were the times I really felt like a part of something bigger than myself.

And our old choirmaster Mr. Spencer! Everybody else thought he was a real hard-ass, but I knew he was just misunderstood. Anybody who gave us a box of chocolates every Xmas, couldn'ta been THAT bad!

Those were the days, my friend.

C.O.T.
I was a bad, baaaaad, girl today! I ate a whole bag of Caramel Blondies! Now, I don’t know what a blondie is exactly, but these things were like moist, crumbly, nuggets of joy that melt in your mouth. I tasted one, and immediately wanted to praise the Lord and give up men.
I suspect cocaine is one of the main ingredients.

That song GraveDigger by The Dave Matthews Band has got to be the gloomiest song I’ve heard in quite a while, if not ever.
It makes me wanna lock myself in a damp cellar and cry until I pass out.

C.O.T.
Well, the show was pretty good...the tickets sold out!
I did mess up in some of the steps, but nothing big enough for me to kill myself over. The lollipop did drop out, but I was smooth enough to retrieve it in time to the music!
Man, am I relieved it's all over. Now I won't have to see that creepy "cultural officer" again! Hooray! However, I WILL miss wearing fishnet stockings.

C.O.T.
Will anything ever be good enough for my father?

Okay.....the show starts in less than 4 hours. Yup, I'm nervous...yet excited.
Gotta keep my mind on Cyd Charisse...my dancing role model. She was smoothness cyan dun. She woulda dun up dis show.

Things to remember:

1.) Keep my eyes up off the floor
2.) Flirt like crazy with Shane for the rumba
3.) Flirt like crazy with the audience for the jive
4.) Put the lollipop down my bra and not just down my shirt (otherwise it'll fall out with all the bouncing around)
5.) Have fun.

Bettina got kicked again last night. I may need one-those "nipple-shields" recently made famous by a certain popstar.

We trained with this supposed "dance coach" who's experience in ballroom is highly questionable (if existant at all!).
I don't think I've ever met a man more full of crap!

Asking Shane & I what we bring to the dance that is "Bajan" (Latin is not and will never BE Bajan)!
Makin' us do all kinds of crazy warm-up exercises like patting our heads, and scratching ourselves!
Pulling our rumba to pieces when we REALLY need to focus on our jive!

Telling us we need to connect, we must have a connection, we must connect with each other, there must be a connection between us, he needs to see our connection, blah-blah-blah CONNECT, blah-blah-blah CONNECT....

I dunno...maybe we just need some velcro to help with this frikkin' "connection"! (Schuupes, why can't I ever come up with these retorts when I'm on the spot?)

Plus, he's got bad breath. Maybe that's due to some food debris stuck in that charming "dollar sign" gold cap adorning his right upper incisor. Ugh.

Warning: The contents of today's blog may come across as somewhat shallow.

I don’t believe this. I finally get my hands on my much-sought-after conditioner, and I use it, only to find that it just doesn’t work like how it used to!
Those bastards at the L’Oreal laboratories must’ve changed the formula on me! Great. NOW what am I gonna do?

C.O.T.
Dad taped my guest appearance on Mornin' Barbados this morning, and I must say, I look quite retarded on camera.
One word: Ew.

It's Friday afternoon, and instead of being engulfed in that delicious Weekend energy, I'm pensive and irritable.

How can that boy be so apathetic about our practice sessions? It's only 7 more frikkin' days 'til this @#$&% performance, and he's still being so frustratingly picky about what steps we use in our routine! I could understand his point if we had 2 months, but we only have 7 days!!
He's never seen me in bitch mode, and Lord knows I've been patient with him, but if he keeps this up, I AM GOING TO BLOODY LOSE IT!

I can just feel the frustration and anxiety bubbling inside me like hot, green bile.

I feel like grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him until his teeth rattle! Until realization flickers into his eyes! Until some sort of reasoning is jolted into his rebellious, teenaged mind!

Aaaaaaaaaargh!!!!

I got to be a guest on Chat Room this morning.
I was nervous before I went on, but after I sat in those big ol' comfy chairs, it was a piece-a cake!
Maybe I should consider a career in televised media!


C.O.T.
My partner kicked me in the boob last night, at dance practice. He apologised profusely, but that doesn't change a thing...I'm STILL gonna get him back tonight. I MUST avenge the pain inflicted on poor Bettina.
Thank heavens Ichiko wasn't harmed.

Gotta look after my "girls" y'know.

Okay, so I finally found my L'Oreal NutriMoisture conditioner.
*big ol' sigh of relief*
This'll play a big part in my effort to grow my hair out.

C.O.T.
I recently bought myself a new bra in an unusual colour....seafoam green!
When it comes to the "boulder-holders" I'm an all-black kinda girl, so this is a definate change for me! I'm workin' my way up to fire-engine red!
I tellya, pretty undies really give you a mood boost!

C.O.T.

He misses me! Unbelievable! Knowing that the one you miss, misses you back, is absolutely stupendous!

When I go to ballroom practice, I make sure that I leave all my issues, and my funky moods at the door, 1.)out of regard for my partner, and 2.)because I came to enjoy myself while learning the routines.

Is it so unreasonable to expect my partner to do the same for me? We’re s’posed to feed off each other’s energy, but if all I’m getting’ from him is sulky, teenaged attitude, how am I s’posed to be able to focus? People need to realize that their own attitude will have an effect, however slight, on those around them.
No man is an island, dammit. He needs to get his friggin’ act together. If he doesn’t enjoy this, why the hell is he here?

C.O.T.
I desperately need to source some L’Oreal Nutri Vive Revitalizing Conditioner. Every place I check seems to be out of stock. Anyone who can provide info onb this product, will be rewarded with some chocolate chip cookies

My condolences to Lani on her loss. You'll be re-united on the Other Side.

C.O.T.
Yesterday was a most excellent Errol Barrow Day! All I did was eat cereal and watch t.v. for the entire time! Yee-ha, it was bashment! Oh wait, I DID go to ballroom practice the night, so it wasn't a complete success in "couch-potativity".

C.O.T.
Tuesday night, I snapped outa my "I-miss-that-beautiful-man" funk and I went to the BoomTribe fete. Sometimes I even amaze myself at how short-lived my bouts of melancholy are.
I'll never understand why people come out of their homes to go to a party and then stand up with a drink in their hand, and complain about how bored they are!

It's a P A R T Y! Everybody knows what goes on at a party, right? You dance, you socialise, maybe have a couple drinks, and you enjoy yourself! The party-throwers can only provide the location, the music, and the beverages...the actually partiers are responsible for how much fun they get outa the experience! You can't roll into a shin-dig with your face set-up and then wait around for fun to "happen" to you! Gotta put a little effort into it man! Pretty soon, people are gonna expect to have their own waists pelted FOR them!
I can't stand to see young people acting like a buncha stiff-jointed, miserable, geriatrics.

As for me, I shook it like a salt-shaker as usual!

Today is a bad, bad day.

I wish it would rain. I hate being sad on a bright, beautiful morning.

He's leaving tomorrow...and I'm starting to feel lost already. Dear Lord, what am I gonna do NOW?

Given the circumstances, I think I'll dedicate this blog to Him.

Top Ten Reasons That I Dig His Stuff

He makes me laugh
He's friendly
He treats his Mother with naff love and respect
He's SO creative
He looks like an adorable cross between a muppet and a bunny (and somehow makes it sexy)
His perspective on life is so unique
He can tell me wha's goin' on in his head
He loves to dance
His cheerful, easy-going nature (so easy to love)
He's a good listener


Yup, He's pretty much the shiznit. Almost makes me wanna re-think my view-point on long-distance relationships. Almost. And in a moment of weakness, I almost told Him about my blog! Again, almost! Cheezonbread, dis must be love fa true! Haha!!

I went to the doctor this morning. It’s so intimidating. Every time I go, a nurse hands me a little cup with my name on it and says “Go fill this up in the bathroom.” At least I hope she’s a nurse.
I realized that nobody ever tells me what to DO with it after I “fill it up”. I always just put it on the little table tha’s right outside the washrooms. I guess whoever picks it up knows what to do with it.
And then there’s the near-endless waiting. Seems like you spend an eternity there, listening for when they call your name on the intercom. Usually I’d read a magazine to help me pass the time, but this time the magazines looked a litte lame. Instead, I let my thoughts wander….and I checked out the mother & aughter duo sitting across from me. I could tell from their accents that they were C’bbean but I couldn’t pinpoint their exact origin.
After a while, for no reason whatsoever, I started to find them rather irksome. It’s not like they were bein’ loud or annoying in any way, not even that they smelled bad (they weren’t close enough for me to tell), but somehow, I just found myself wishing they’d get up and leave!
How odd.

Why do people find it so appealing to knock back de booze until they lose all social functioning?
I mean, it’s awright to have a few drinks with your friends and get a buzz and all that, but to guzzle ‘til you behave like a mental patient, throw up, and then finally pass out??? Not only is it unhealthy, but it’s so unattractive (Heheh, do I have my priorities straight, or what?)!

I would never want people to have that image of me stuck in their heads: a blurry-eyed, staggering idiot, without the sense to know when to hold it down wid de liquor.
I can’t count the people I know who start many a conversation with “You! A night I duh SO r**hole drunk dat….” And they’re actually boasting!

Do these people realize how they’re looked upon by their peers when they’re lying outside a club next to a pool of their own vomit? With a mixture of disgust and mild amusement. How could anyone be comfortable with that?

C.O.T.

I can’t believe I felt animosity towards this girl. How could I have been so cruel and insensitive?
I have completely changed my mind; my heart goes out to Her now. She’s “alone”, far away from Her home for the first time in Her life, and She has to watch the man She cares about in the arms of another woman. I’ve been there and it stings like a bitch. He really messed up this time. Now I REALLY feel like takin’ Her out for lunch or somethin’.

I got my fix!

I got to spend a little quality time with Him...again, we weren't actually alone, but She didn't seem as demanding of His time on this round as she was before.

See? I can live with that! I'm an easy person to please (maybe even too easy)! I don't need to dominate His every waking moment....all I'm askin' for is a little attention and affection. And a little goes a long way with me!

She's not bad, just misunderstood.

I'll admit, I was a smidge too quick to narrow my eyes and regard Her with contempt, as slight as it may have been, BUT there's no mistaking it, she DOES have feelings for Him. She’d have to be made of stone if she didn’t! He’s just so frikkin’ loveable! Can’t blame the girl for that, however, she DOES need to recognize the hierarchy while she’s here in Bim.

I’m not worried though. Yeah, she gets to fly back with Him and I only have Him for a few short weeks, but this chick is definitely not a threat to me. I just gotta make my peace with this sitch and make the most of it! Who knows, I may even invite 'er to the movies or suh’in! Afterall, tourism is our business and we gotta play our part!

(Yeah Ade, that WAS the “group thing” you walked in on! ;) )

That’s it….I’m officially confused.
Last night was s’posed to be a romantic little rendez-vous for Him and me, but when I went over to pick Him up, my “plan train" came to a screeching halt when his apartment mate, who he brought here WITH Him on His vacation, chirped “So, where we goin’?”

So much for THAT idea! Long story short, my little outing turned into a group thing, and I kept a careful eye on Little Miss Ruin-Daanz’-Fun.
I dunno, her body language leads me to believe that there’s something goin’ on between the little pipsqueak and Him…or at least that it's one of her New Year's resolutions! Needless to say, neither of these two prospects sits well with me.

There’s nothing like a little jealousy to get the Part B showing! She’s probably a perfectly lovely person, but all I can think about is how short and plain she is, and how nasal her voice sounds.

Why in bloody hell, did He have to bring her down here anyhow? I must somehow devise a plan to distract her long enough for me to talk to Him and get to the bottom of this.

Ok phew, now that 2/3 of the Hot Boy crew has returned to their studies overseas (can’t wait ‘til summer when they return to distract me some more), maybe now I can concentrate on Him. Hope He’s ready to concentrate on me!

C.O.T.

Now that the new year is upon us, I find myself pondering certain questions that seem unanswerable to mere mortals…questions such as:

Why does my foot itch every time I wash dishes?
Will my brother really die if he doesn’t taste each yogurt that crosses our threshold, or is he only pretending?
When will I get the nerve to wear my fabulous fake eyelashes out in public?
Will Marcus ever blog again?
How do suicidal moths know when you’ve just poured a glass of milk or opened a tub of margarine?

The answers my friend, are blowin’ in the wind.

C.O.T.

My Grandad’s in the hospital. On the outside he looks bright and high-spirited, but who knows what’s goin’ on within those walls of flesh. We gotta wait for the tests. The doctor, assigned to him, is a young, earthy guy, with a warm bedside manner and an attractive haircut. Guess who’s developed a mild crush on ‘im. I am such a little girl sometimes.

I can't believe I forgot to post my New Year's resolutions! I must be lapsing. Right, so here I go:

1.)I resolve to at least ATTEMPT to refrain from being too judgemental. There's so much negativity in the world, and I don't want to be one of the contributors. I don't want to be one who is so quick to condemn others who have a different perspective.

2.) I resolve to at least ATTEMPT to stop aquaintances from becoming strangers again. You know how it goes...one week you see someone in the street and you stop to talk, the next week, you just nod your hellos, and the next you walk past each other with no acknowledgement whatsoever! I think it's absolutely tragic when this happens, so by golly, I'm gonna take a stand on this!

This means I have work to do. One of my former best friends has become just an acquaintance to me and whenever I think about it, I feel a twinge in my heart. We've grown apart and it hurts. Well, now I'm bound by my resolution to try to regain contact with this lost sister. I'm going to email her right now.
Maybe I"ll let y'all know how it turns out.

Partied at Xtreme last night with some groovy Russian peops. They had a surprising grasp on the whole rhythm and dancing thing! They represented and I was impressed!
It was like sardines in a can and WAY too crowded for the Iyah, but to de Ruskies the club seemed fairly empty! Well I never!

C.O.T.

What is it about me that screams "Outside Woman"??? What do I have to do to be "Mujer Numero Uno" in someone's eyes?? Do I need to bitchify myself? Shall I cuss and hit the men? Is that what they like? I don't want to have to drug or liquor them up, but tha's lookin' like what I'll have to do!

I must say, if the rest of the year is anything like the first day, then good grief, I better hang on to my heinie cuz it’ll be over in a flash (the year, not my heinie)!

I woke up around 3:15 pm. Headed to the beach around 4:15 with the Lanster. Hooked up with our favourite Hot Boys of the week. Big up to de original “Toodles” Crew!
Hung out with them for pretty much the rest of the night.

But I must mention the highlight of the day…which leads me to a…

C.O.T.
Right, so when I first saw Him there was a combination of my two main Greeting Options:
I started off walking, then broke into a kind of skippy jog, and nearly knocked him over in my excitement, all the while squealing “Omigosh! Hiiiiiiiiiiii!” I didn’t quite have the guts to layeth the smoocheth down in broad daylight in de middle of Accra though, so I just kissed ‘im on the cheek.
Oh man, this is gonna be epic.

Aaaaaaargh!
I don't believe this!
T- 1 hr and 30 minutes to party time, and I'm having extreme HAIR issues!!
I really should known this was gonna happen. I tried out this new steam hair presser tonight, thinkin' I'd be rockin' a straight 'do, but surprise, surprise, this kinda thing (which looks like some kinda medeival torture device) DOES NOT WORK ON NATURAL BLACK-PEOPLE HAIR!

Schuupes, so now my hair looks all frazzled and it's too late to really fix it, so I'm gonna have to pull it back in one! Dammit! This kinda thing can really offset a girl's night!

Anyhow, I guess I'll try to rise above and beyond this minor setback, and focus on the bigger issue here: It's the end of 2003!!!! AAAAAAAAAGH!!!! AAAAAAAAAGH!!
AAAAAAAAGH!!!!




Happy New Year, everybody.

About 10 years ago, one of the little-boys-next-door, who had a crush on me moved away to the States.

Tonight, I heard a knock on the door, I answered it, and who should I see standing before me, but the previously skinny and eye-level-to-a-belly-button, little pipsqueak, now transformed into a handsome, 6'1" 17 yr. old!
I really wished I took a lil' time out to fix my hair before I went to the door.

Cha....he really grew into those big buck-teeth of his.

Lord save me from these young boys!

(I know, I know, I need help, right Spidude?)

The New Year is looming ahead of me and I’m getting a sense of impending doom.
Okay, maybe tha’s a little dramatic, but I’m still feeling rather attached to 2003. I’m not ready for Twenty-Oh-Four. I feel like hiding in my bed, safe under my sheets.
3 more days…Yikes…I’m getting that familiar panicky feeling in my stomach. I need to keep reminding myself to breath.

C.O.T.
On a brighter note, the Coolest Guy I’ve Ever Known is comin’ home in about 2 days and x hours! Yet another reason to hold my breath! All now, I’m tryin’ to decide what’s the most appropriate way to greet him. Should I:

a) Walk up casually, give ‘im a big bear hug and say “Welcome back Star! I miss ya bad enough!”
OR
b) Run up enthusiastically, wrap my arms around ‘im like I’ll never let go, and kiss ‘im like Aragorn kissed Arwen at the end of LOTR, Return Of The King (dat was SO hot!).

Each has its pros and cons.

Right now, I'm a little overwhelmed at the number of sexy men within my reach. More in a minute.


There should be a lime at Vaucluse every weekend! The vibe was warm and "Woodstocky" as usual! We drank, we laughed, we drank some more, we danced, I challenged some upstart to a wukkin' up competion (we BOTH won, heheh). My butt is sore from wukkin' up on the roof of Lani's mum's jeep. It was a good time, and I wished I could live in that moment forever.
However, I was dragged away to Club Xtreme, which was okay, I guess. The vibe wasn't as warm and free, and I WAS a little tired at this point, but things perked up when I saw the boys.

Boy Number 1: This's the same beautiful guy that I can't help but stare at, whenever he's in my vicinity. The same one whom I can never seem to work up the nerve to approach. I made a little progress last night though: we passed each other in the doorway and shared what I thought was a smoldering gaze. I'll admit, I like the mystery.

Boy Number 2: I dunno why I'm dedicating blog space to this guy, but whenever I see a fella that I'm struck with an instant attraction for, I like to run with that feeling. He had spiky hair, a strong torso and a rugged adorableness to him. Enough with the sentences, let's do this in point form.

* I asked him to dance (props to me!)
*Turns out he can't dance if you paid him.
*He's from Canada which may explain the dancing.
*I didn't mind teaching him.
*He came back for more.
*His name's Mitch
*I'll dream about him for a couple nights to come.

Joy To The World, I say!

Merry Christmas to all the peops out there in Bloggerland. I had a good day, even though I didn't make it to church. I was wiped out! I hope God understands.

Here were my Xmas activities:

1.)Went by somebody for a Garlic Pork breakfast
2.)Came home & chilled for a bit
3.)Went by a next body for lunch
4.)See number 2.
5.)Went to Sunbury Plantation and BASHED THE F*** OUT!

That was exACTLY what I needed! I socialized, I danced, I got nuff Xmas hugs and kisses...it was fabulous! Oh, and warm Hypnotique isn't as bad as it sounds.
I wanna give a shout out to all my BloggerChicks that came out spread the Xmas cheer! You all know who you are!

Yay! And MORE bashin' this afternoon!

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!

It's Day 6.
It's unbelievable how the minute you can't have something, it becomes your heart's desire.
Last night I dreamt I ate some pancakes, and I woke up in a semi-panic cuz I thought I cheated! My dad said that people on diets become obsessed with food.
I can see his point.

Weekends will be a real challenge for me, since I'll be spending more time inside my house which is also the home of:

1. A shitload of fattening foods and,
2. My father (who thinks fat women should be assassinated) and my brother (who inherited my father's "skinny" genes).

As you can imagine, those components are about as helpful to me as a brick to the head.

C.O.T.
I'm not happy with the song my partner and I decided on, but I had to give in since none of the songs I picked were the right tempo.
Oh well, this'll give me a chance to hone my skills as an actress....y'know, see if I can bring suh'in special to the song.

I feel like huggin' somebody!

Okay, I've emerged from that cocoon of misery in which I was enveloped yesterday.
Ahhh, feels good to sing again!

I've made peace with the fact that I've only lost 2 lbs, I've accepted that my father is a jerk sometimes, and I've even convinced myself not to take THAT guy seriously, since he doesn't know what the hell he's talkin' about 75% of the time.

Plus, it’s FRIDAY! Hell yeah! My partner and I should be rendezvous-ing tonight, to try to pick out a suitable song to perform our rumba to, for an upcoming ball. That should be fun.

C.O.T.
It’s Day 5 of this diet, and I’m still riding high. Haven’t cheated at all, and tha’s an achievement in itself, lemmuh teyya! Today’s Beef /Chicken/Fish with Tomatoes Day.

I’m on to Day 4 of this diet. By now, I shoulda lost 5-7 lb according to the instructions. I have lost 2 lbs.
My soup supply is dwindling so I need to buy more cabbage and tomatoes.
I’m feeling discouraged and downtrodden.

C.O.T.
He did it again. He ALWAYS says the wrong thing to me. Can’t he tell when he’s about to say suh’in stupid or insulting, and just shut the fuck up instead?

C.O.T.
There’s no pleasing people. If you’re a bitch, they complain. If you express joy, or maybe just like to have a pleasant expression on your face, they call you an airhead. Well, if I’m happy, I’m gonna fuckin’ show it. “They” can suck out.

C.O.T.
Last night we performed at the NIFCA Finals. I think we did good too. There’s a chance we’ll make it to the Gala. Yay.

C.O.T.
Do I need my father’s approval for my actions? No. But it would it be nice for him to give me a compliment for once or be proud of something in which I was participating.
Shite.

Y'know...maybe there IS suh'in to be said for foreign men.

Saturday night I got to hang out with 6 foine young men from Trinidad, Colombia, de U.S. , and Jamaica, and I dunno if it was just because they were from somewhere else or what, but I've become quite enthralled with these guys!
I never thought it was possible to develop a crush on a group instead of an individual!

One has exTREMEly kissable lips,
one has sexy teeth (you'd have to see 'em!) and locks,
another has a cool, charismatic personality, and can dance
Another seems admirably dedicated to his passion (football),
the next has the whole Asian thing goin' for 'im (I'm very interested in learning more about Asian men *grin*)
and de last one is just an all-round attractive guy, with deep dark eyes.

And of course, all had such different accents. It was a nice change of scene.

Thank you Lani, for my night out with the men!


C.O.T.
Today is Day 1 of this Fat-Burning 7-Day diet I’m on. My sustenance for the next 7 days will mostly be from this cabbage and tomato soup I made this morning.
I had it for breakfast and it wasn’t so bad, but I just finished a thermos full of the stuff for lunch and I dunno how I’m gonna make it through the week.
*Sigh* Right now I’m feeling so very, very, low.

Ahhh, today I have taken an important step in my journey to truly knowing Me. I just love these little revelations of self discovery! I rewarded myself by tryin' out a sub from Mamma Mia's.
Italian sausage with mozarella and sun-dried tomatoes. Bellisimo!

C.O.T.
You! Scandal and conflict is EVERYWHERE! Just when you think everything is smooth and glossy, you realise that's ONLY because you haven't been payin' attention!

And, as usual, this undercurrent has absolutely nothing to do with me, so I'm free to just amuse myself by observing the disguised drama.
See, I have a sneaking suspicion that she's cosying up to my ballroom partner for a reason...she wants to steal him away. I say let her cosy all she wants...he ain't goin' nowhere. Of that, I am sure.
This'll be fun!

This blog is dedicated to that blockhead who COULDA had me years ago when I was younger and quite frankly, dumber.

You idiot! I was like a puppy back then! I woulda followed you anywhere and given you anything...well maybe not anything, but most of what you asked for, all to try to make you care about me!
And I was so stupid! I actually thought you DID care! I ignored the fact that you never called me and that you used me as your personal taxi service. And when I finally realised what a lowlife you were, you wouldn't even face me like a man! You avoided me like the plague! You frickin' RAN from me, you chickenshit!

And years later, you come waltzing back on to the scene (w'happen, she realise you ain' sayin' nuttin?) wanting forgiveness and yes, I forgave you when I really shoulda spit in your face! But to try to re-kindle that one-sided romance?? Please! I laugh at you now!

In the words of Gwen Stefani :
You want me badly...but you cannot have me!

It seems like all the men in my life are suffering from a case of extreme misery.

My grandfather…well, he’s your classic grouchy old man who never goes anywhere, so the only way he can make conversation is by complaining about any and everything, from his electricity bill to his coffee table which he found displaced 2 inches to the left of it’s normal position.

My father…he’s quickly turning into a grouchy old man himself. It shows especially when he’s trying to mold me into “Good Little Wife” material by coercing me to cook. Incidentally, I did some stewed chicken last night with no prompting from him, and um did taste REAL gud yuh! See? When I cook of my own free will, THA'S when you can taste the love in the food. :)

My brother…I dunno wha’s wrong with him, but he like he feel he’s my fadda. Playin’ he hollarin’ out my name and quarrellin’ wid me over stupidness. Sometimes I wish he’d spend more time asleep just so I can get some peace.

My ballroom partner…never before have I met a fella with such sudden mood swings. One minute he’s cool and kixy…the next he’s silent and sullen, and if I try to cheer him up he looks at me wid an expression that says “Why is this piece of human excrement talking to me?”

Or is it just me? Seems like I’m a common facter in their lives…could I be the one makin’ these men miserable?
Man, I doubt it! I think they all just need a good dose of anti-depressants!

Useless Information

N - my favourite letter
32 - no. of moles on my body.
Red - colour of lipstick I put on this morning (gives me a kind of power rush).
Anything But Ordinary - song by Avril Lavigne, that's been stuck in my head all day.

Sometimes I get so weird
I even freak myself out
I laugh myself to sleep
It's my lullaby
Sometimes I drive so fast
Just to feel the danger
I wanna scream
It makes me feel alive

Is it enough to love?
Is it enough to breath?
Somebody rip my heart out
And leave me here to bleed
Is it enough to die?
Somebody save my life
I'd rather be anything but ordinary please

To walk within the lines
Would make my life so boring
I want to know that I
Have been to the extreme
So knock me off my feet
Come on now give it to me
Anything to make me feel alive

Is it enough to love?
Is it enough to breath?
Somebody rip my heart out
And leave me here to bleed
Is it enough to die?
Somebody save my life
I'd rather be anything but ordinary please
I'd rather be anything but ordinary please.

Let down your defences
Use no common sense
If you look you will see
that this world is a beautiful
accident turbulent succulent
opulent permanent, no way
I wanna taste it
Don't wanna waste it away

Sometimes I get so weird
I even freak myself out
I laugh my self to sleep
It's my lullaby

Is it enough?
Is it enough?
Is it enough to breath?
Somebody rip my heart out
And leave me here to bleed
Is it enough to die?
Somebody save my life
I'd rather be anything but ordinary please

Is it enough?
Is it enough to die?
Somebody save my life
I'd rather be anything but ordinary please
I'd rather be anything but ordinary please.

Ok, so I guess it’s obvious that nothin’ much has been goin’ on in my life.
Well, maybe not NOTHING…my ballroom studio performed 2 line dance routines at the NIFCA semi-finals and we made it through to the finals! Tha’s SOMEthing, ain’t it?

And yesterday I had a personal triumph…for a while now I’ve been tryin’ to persuade this (mostly online) buddy of mine to come to a b’room class to check out what we do…and he actually turned up yesterday!!

Damn, I forgot how goodlookin’ he is. Too bad he brought some chick with ‘im and THEN left before I could chuck some latin moves at ‘im! He’ll be back though…even if I have to drug & drag ‘im!

C.O.T.
I did absolutely NUTTIN this weekend. I was s’posed to head out to Red Rooster to get the free bar-snack I won in a radio call-in contest on Friday, but my couch was just too sweet Satduh night!
Why do people try to make me feel inadequate for stayin' home?

C.O.T.
For the morning so far, I have sneezed a grand total of 37 times. Sometimes I get the suspicion that I may be allergic to oxygen itself.

Most Interesting Thing So Far For The Week (And It's Only Monday)

Ya never know what other people think of ya, hear? This is a MSN conversation I had today, with a male aquaintance of mine. I'm NIFCA-ist, by the way.
(Names have been changed to protect the identities of the inexcusably stupid.)


The Guy says:this might sound like a weird question but are u um like, a lesbian?

NIFCA-ist says: Wha??????
NIFCA-ist says: Ahahahahahahaha!!!!
NIFCA-ist says:HAHAHAHAHAAAA!
NIFCA-ist says:Was that s'posed to be a serious question??

The Guy says:er
The Guy says:no
The Guy says:not at all

NIFCA-ist says:No seriously, did you just ask me that being serious??

The Guy says: yes

NIFCA-ist says: No *his name here*! I am not a lesbian!!
NIFCA-ist says:Good god, what on earth gave you any doubts?

The Guy says:I dunno whybut u give off a lesbian vibe

NIFCA-ist says:WHA???????
NIFCA-ist says:A les....
NIFCA-ist says:A vibe...???
NIFCA-ist says:I am speechless.

The Guy says:sorry
The Guy says:I dunno man

NIFCA-ist says:Awright...leme calm down and look at this rationally
NIFCA-ist says:Ok...Could you do me a favour and describe this vibe that you seem to pick up from me?
NIFCA-ist says:Maybe it'll help me understand your warped point of view.

The Guy says:I dunno, u just don't seem like someone that goes for guys ....
The Guy says: and the way u talk...it's lesbiany
The Guy says: ne'er mind

NIFCA-ist says:I TALK "lesbiany"????

The Guy says: yes

NIFCA-ist says:How???

The Guy says:u know...like how lesbians talk...I can't describe it

NIFCA-ist says:I have no idea how lesbians talk!
NIFCA-ist says:I don't know any lesbians!

The Guy says:it's not a bad thing...I love lesbians
The Guy says:oh ...*insert ashamed/sad emoticon here* I'm sorrryyyyyyyyy
The Guy says:I didn't mean anything by it
The Guy says:if it's any comfort u'd make a hot lesiban

NIFCA-ist says:I don't think I'm ready to take that as a compliment just yet!
NIFCA-ist says:De man reason dat I don't look like the type that likes guys. *insert shocked emoticon here*

The Guy says: I'm sorryyyyy
The Guy says:hey I've got it...u don't act girly
The Guy says:that's it...that's why

NIFCA-ist says:I do too act girly!

The Guy says:nuh uh

NIFCA-ist says:How would you know anyhow?

The Guy says:general conversation with you...like back at bcc

NIFCA-ist says:Hol' on...what is typical "girly" behaviour for you?

The Guy says:I dunno...like ditsy...and giddy headed
The Guy says:u just seemed like confident
The Guy says:and self assured
The Guy says:sorta like a guy
The Guy says:know what I mea?


Is this guy braindead, or what? He automatically assumes that a female who ISN'T ditsy/giddy-headed, and IS confident and self-assured (wow, I had no idea I came across that way to anyone), is a lesbian??? And even MORE insulting, that all hetersexual females are airheads with low self-esteem??

Maybe they should quarantine this boy before his ignorance spreads.

Well, I made dinner tonight...but only under duress.
As soon as my brother and I got home, my father got Warren to mow the lawn, and he chucked two packages of mince meat in front of me and said "Here. Do something with that."

Aaaaaaaaargh! It gets me so vex that my father is hellbent on making me cook ! If he wanted me to cook to help out or because he thinks I'd be a better person for it, fine, I could deal with that....but NO! He wants me to cook because he thinks it's a woman's duty to cook!!! How in the name of Destiny's Child did I end up being born to a sexist father???

Needless to say, since I was cooking against my will, I didn't put any love into the food, and the mincemeat ended up too salty!
Dah Fuh Lick Yuh!!!!

Oh boo-hoo, what man will ever want me now?

Ohhhhh, all this thunder and dark clouds...usually they don't affect me much, but for some reason I'm feeling unusually lascivious this time.

"My whole body tingles, in need of an amorous entanglement. I need that heat."

He was staring at me again last night.
Why does he DO that? And why is it that he irks me so? I know he's attracted to me but it's like everything he says is just the WRONG thing! He tries too hard and it just doesn't work for him!
And it seems like I'm the only one who notices this. It must be me.
I just wish he'd stop staring at me when he thinks I'm not payin' attention.
And he could really try harder to hide the fact that whenever it looks like he's speaking to me, he's REALLY speaking to my breasts.

Okay, so I caved and had a piece of apple-pie last night.

I find that my resolve is so much weaker at night, when everything is quiet.
That's when I hear the voice of my Part B so much more clearly. She's so persuasive.

I also blame Lani and my brother. Lani's the one who baked the pie in the first place, and my brother is the one who didn't eat it fast enough to prevent it from tempting me.

Not gonna be too hard on myself though. I'm back on track!

C.O.T.

Damn, it's so hot right now!

Most Perfect Scenario I Can Think Of At The Moment

Me, stretched out in a big macramé hammock, underneath a tamarind/almond/shak-shak tree, beside a little table with a boombox (playing some Toni Braxton) and a pitcher of ice-cold lemonade, with a 19 yr. old, bare-back Polynesian hunk massaging my feet.

Ahhh, now THA'S what I'm talkin' about!

Captain's Log, Star-date 3.14

I would kill for a stick of sugarless gum right about now.

Hark! What was that thunderous racket? Sounded like a herd of panicked wildebeest just stampeded through the bridge! Or maybe it was just my empty stomache...

So what greeted me this morning for breakfast?
OATMEAL of all things!
Don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful to my Mum for making breakfast, but she’s s’posed to be on this low-carb diet too! We're tryin' out the "buddy system" approach. Anyhow, after I scolded her, she put on her best expression of wide-eyed innocence and said,
“Sorry Daanz, I didn’t know you meant oatmeal too.” Meanwhile scooping spoonfuls of the gooey stuff into her mouth.

Sigh…how am I s’posed to be strong when my own MOTHER is fighting me on this?
But oh, the tantalizing smell of warm, sweet, thick oatmeal…I’m proud to say that I resisted valiantly.

Score 1 for de Iyah.

Yummy Food That I'll Have To Give Up On This Low-Carb Diet I'm Trying

Anything wid flour in it (Sandwiches, pizza, pies, cakes, cookies [oh no! Not the cookies!] etc.)
Anyting wid sugar in it (alcohol, icecream, juice, soda, breath mints etc.)
Cereal
Tortilla chips
Macaroni pie
Potato (salad, mashed, baked, scalloped, etc.)

No more rotis...just protein, fruits and vegetables.

Why am I doin' this to myself?
I deserve only your pity for this.

I think this chick at ballroom is tryin' to steal my partner.
Why must she keep comin' and "borrowing" MY partner when dey got nuff udda men dat ain' got no friggin' partner??? Schuuupes.
Little does SHE know that her ploy ain't gonna work! She'll just have to find her own! Sneaky bitch.

C.O.T.
Forgot to mention that my new latin shoes
arrived the other day. I got 'em in flesh-coloured satin with 3" heels.
I dunno who these people are tryin' to fool when they call anything "flesh-coloured"! I mean, that certainly isn't the colour of MY flesh! Oh well, it'll still work I guess. It'll have to, cuz there's another show comin' up in November and we have some SERIOUS work to do!
I still haven't forgotten about my dream shoes
,...I'll just have to wait a little longer 'til we can be together!

My brother's surprise birthday party came off great! He was comPLETELY clueless about it, and the look on his face when everyone came out and yelled "Surprise!" was priceless!!!

And for once, HIS friends were way sportier than mine! Whassup with that? My friends gettin' old or wha?
And one-a his friends, who I thought was a whiny spoilsport at first, turned out to be bare kix after a few Banks'!
And did I mention hot? My man start doin' a strip tease to some groovy "flamming music" I had on....slowly unbuttonin' de shirt to reveal a surprisingly well-sculpted torso! Well...what was I supposed to do?
I did the only thing that seemed appropriate under the circumstances...I put a quarter in his belly-button! Haha! I know it's not nice to go encouraging the inebriated in their drunken antics, but he's just so much more FUN when he's tipsy, it's unbelievable! Plus he's a hottie.

Would it be wrong for me to try to pull at my little brother's friend?

Recently I’ve been struck by all the instances I see of gold-digging women around the place. I mean. I see absolutely gorgeous women hanging around with um, less-than-attractive-lookin’ fellas, and I’m told time and time again “Money, Daana, money.”

Awright, hold up! Am I the shallow one here?? Don’t looks count for ANYTHING anymore?
With women I mean, cuz with men it seems like looks are at the very top of their “Required qualities” list.
I just couldn't bring myself to be with someone who looked like say...Old Dirty Bastard from the Wu-Tang Clan, no matter WHAT the average balance on his bank account is! Please!

According to the typical BET music video, any uncouth, no-class, face-looks-like-a-horse-pooch-dat-been-shot-wid-platinum-bullets idiot out there can have his freakin’ PICK of long-legged, scantily-clad women, as long as he’s “ballin’”! Makes me sick. Then again, that IS how hookers operate. (And to think, this is the general image bein’ shown on the ONLY tv network that supposedly represents Black people. But that’s another blog.)

I myself have been accused of only goin’ for fellas that’re good-lookin’, and yeah, I’ll admit, if a guy looks hot he gets my attention initially, but by Tyson Beckford, if he doesn’t have the brains and good-nature (very important) to back it up, then he ain’t my type!

I finally got to see 28 Days Later last night with a couple friends. And yes, it was worth the wait.

I think this movie has had a profound affect on me. I was paranoid on the whole drive back home. Check me lookin' around nervously, half-expecting a mob of red-eyed madmen to jump out in front my car.
I can still feel the bitter taste of adrenaline in my mouth. It was THAT frikkin' scary!

And the main character, Jim (Mr. "Hello?", himself) cleans up REAL good.
That's right, I've developed a crush on him too. I gotta stop with these movie-star crushes of mine. It's a sickness, but it feels so good.
me/ refrains from squealing "Omigosh! He is SO cute!"

I need to see this man, uh movie, again.

Happy October everybody!

I hereby solemly swear that, if I am so lucky as to celebrate my 50th birthday, I will do everything in my power to refrain from

1.)Becoming a miserable old coot, too set in her ways to try anything new
2.) Boring everyone in my immediate vicinity with the same old tired stories
3.) Bothering about every little insignificant piece of crap that should present itself
4.)Immediately dismissing the reasoning of my younger (and more savvy) relatives.

Old people can be so vexing.

C.O.T.

If I could have 4 wishes right now (the standard 3, then 1 extra), and the genie granting them insisted that they could only be selfish, frivolous wishes), I know one of 'em would be to have a voice like Aretha Franklyn, Joan Armatrading and Carla Thomas.
A rich, powerful, soulful voice.
Yup, I'd be a blues/jazz singer on the weekends!

I need meat.
Aw man. I'm sitting here..absolutely starving. Yes yes, I DID have lunch, but good grief, there were no spare ribs!

My body is absolutely craving spare ribs. I think I may be deficient in Vitamin BBQ sauce, but I can't be sure about that. I'll get a second opinion from my doctor.
I need to haul my a$$ to TnT or suhin' before I collapse.


C.O.T.

What the hell is up with me? I gotta be allergic to SUH'IN around here, cuz recently I've just been erupting into these alarming fits of sneezing in the middle of the night, in the middle of the day, while driving, etc.
I took drastic measures yesterday and de-dusted my room as much as humanly possible, but it didn't work! I'm STILL sneezing like a friggin'....uh...thing that sneezes a lot.
Maybe I'll cave and get some allergy medicine to accompany my spare ribs.

I think I may have a challenge here.
I've entered a new ballroom partnership, and so far, I'm not sensing the same level of enthusiasm about it from my partner as I have.
This means that I'm gonna have to take charge in some ways,…assume the role of Initiator.
The problem with that, is that this is a role that I’m definitely not used to playing. This is gonna be difficult as rass.
If this is how he’s gonna be for the whole time we’re together, then I’m gonna have to rely on myself for motivation for the BOTH of us. Even thinking about it is draining me right now.
This’ll require a truckload-a inner strength and perseverance. Qualities which I’ve always wanted to develop in myself, and I guess this is my chance.
Yup, this’ll be good for me…like a kind of therapy.

Bring it on.


C.O.T.
I have a sneaking suspicion that Rix still reads my blogs.
RIX, IF YOU READ THIS, I’LL KNOW! YOU CAN’T HIDE IT!

I will never understand how anyone can use the words "I love you" so freely. Those are some dangerous words right there. They set off all kindsa bells and whistles in your head. Not to mention all dem chemical reactions that cloud your judgement.
*Sigh* All that commotion caused by what's s'posed to be JUST words. Just words, my ass.
And the sentence "I think I'm falling in love with you." wreaks JUST as much havoc on your system.

Isn't there s'posed to be some sorta standard length of time that a couple has to be "going out" before one or both parties involved decide that they're in love? Like a year, maybe?
Shit man, this ain' no game.
People cannot just go around saying "I love you" all willy-nilly like it ain't nuttin'! That can really mess someone up!

On a somewhat realated topic...

Rix ain't goin' nowhere for a while to come. Yup, he's gonna be in my life in a big way, and while I'm glad about that, I still gotta resist that temptation.
Damn cookie!

Okay...so I'm having a bit of a block as to what to blog about. So this here'll be fictional.
Yes, this is what my life SHOULD be like:

Good grief, this week is gonna be tough, but at least I got through the dreaded Monday alive! Yesterday, we had the new lighting system installed for the stage, so we had to practise the whole cabaret routine out on the lawn, of all places!
It wasn't TOO bad though, especially since HE showed up again to watch me!
Jonathon, beautiful Jonathon, always actin' like he doesn't want me. When's he gonna stop the facade and just give in?
He pretended to be "just passing by" again. Yeah right. I tellya, if he wasn't so bloody fine, I'd give up on him altogether.
Oh, who am I kidding! My heart was his from the first time i saw 'im! Just wish he'd get his act together.

Oh, and the place was PACKED again last night, as usual! Monty, our manager, gave us some big news after the show too: we're booked to go on a Caribbean tour for the next 3 months!
I couldn't believe it!
As head choreographer, dance principal in the show, AND lead singer in the band, this means I got some SERIOUS wuk to do!

Ok tha's it for now. Better grab some rest when I can!

Well, my quest for Beautiful Feet has been temporarily way-laid.
Yup, the toenail on the 2nd toe (my favourite one!) on my left foot has finally come completely off after hangin' on for a few weeks. Even though I knew I'd lose it (ever since I sustained the injury from a clumsy moment on my cruise when I banged my foot into my ballroom partner's heavy sneaker. I saw stars that day.), I still feel a sense of loss.
So much so, that I was inspired to write this poem:

Stripped Digit

Poor little toe,
Devoid of a nail
How could I know
You were destined to fail?

You lie with the others
Too pink and too naked
No more like your brothers
Not sure I can take it.

Where once was a nail
Now is uncovered skin.
I think I'll still paint you
Just so you'll fit in

Even though you're so bare
You haven't lost your "cutes"
Could this be an excuse
To buy some new boots?

All is not lost
Little toe, just hang on
You'll grow a new nail
And you're still my best one!

Yesterday was an unusually busy Saturday for me...instead of sleeping 'til 12, which is what I normally do after partying the night before, I got up at eight-friggin'-thirty to meet a guy(let's call 'im Bryan) in order to "help him out" as he put it, and be his partner for a Rhino Ryder excursion!

A Rhino Ryder is like a combination jet-ski/rubber dinghy, which seats 2 people, and the passenger has to sit RIGHT up behind the driver (i.e. in panty-mode) in order for this thing to go as fast as it can. Hmm, now that I think about it, it seems kinda sus...y'mean he had NO other female friends willing to do this thing? If this turns out to be a come-on (which I suspect it is), how can I turn him down nicely?

Oh well, I had a blast though! I should really make an effort to try more typical "tourist" activities!

The only thing that I had a slight problem with, happened during the snorkelling. Well, the whole point of the snorkelling was to feed the fish, and I guess I knew this but dammit, I am just NOT comfortable being surrounded by hundreds of fish, the size of your fore-arm, in a feeding-frenzy!
Our guide, Adrian, assured me that these fish were herbivorous, but I wasn't too sure...they kept circling me...slowly...watching me...waiting for the slightest sign of fear.
The other guide Hugh, a sadistic bastard, kept tossing bread over by me so that the fish would suddenly swoop around me in a blizzard of bubbles, fins and breadcrumbs! Just lemme catch him alone pun a night without that damn loaf-a bread!


The best part was the ride back in, when I got to drive! There are some things that just need to be said, and this is one of em':
Bryan drove like punk-ass beeyatch compared to me! I was all up in that Rhino Ryder mo'fo'!
Zig-zaggin' and doin' aqua-doughnuts and ting! Never mind I collided with some big-ass metal bouy that one time, I still rocked the boat...literally! :)

Yee-HA!

Whoah yeah...the more I look at them the more I want them...
This yearning grows stronger and stronger,... I can feel it in the very core of my being...
They are so sexy.
I'd love to have them...BOTH of them! A little double-team action never hurt anyone, right?

Someone told me the other day that lust is a bad thing, but I can't help it!
Behold the sexiness!!

Just lookin' at them turns me on...I'd love to feel them holding me as I rumba seductively across the floor.

They say the toes are erogenous zones.
One day they will be mine.

My grandfather's present housekeeper is quite a character. She seems unhindered by certain social graces that prevent most people from making personal comments to people they barely know. So I wasn't that surprised when, after not seeing me for months and months, the first thing out of her mouth this morning was
"Wait Daana, you hair look mock! You got on mock hair?" Slightly irritated, but not at all surprised.

This is, after all, the same person who informed me, with much authority that
"Drinkin' cold water does mek ya fat. You didn't know dat??"
If this is true, then people, throw out out your gym clothes, and stock up on cheesecake, because all hope is lost.

More of Daana's Dislikes

Raw onion in salads (or in anything for that matter)

Deodorant pads (who the hell wants that strong "potpourri" scent down there?)

Aquaintances who insist on standing WAY too close when speaking to you
(The question is not "What do ya do IF a golfball hits you" but "What do you do WHEN a golfball hits you?")

Mosquitos (Where in the name of all that is sacred are they COMING from?)

Soapscum (How DOES my mother get it off the shower?? I've tried and failed many times. I think she's Wonder Woman)

Chauvinistic males (What, you too good for housework?)

Elephant Man's voice (it just grates on my nerves...how is his work called music?)

I'll have to post something on my "Likes" again to even things up.

Well, I went to Boatyard on Saturday at the last minute...and it was great!
Looks like there's some sense to this white pants thing...cuz I wore a white miniskirt and I got nuff positive feedback. Imagine if I'd gone all out and went with the pants!

Slight C.O.T.

There's this young man that I see at fetes every now and then and he's just.... beautiful. He makes my aura swirl.
I saw him again at Boatyard and this time I found out his name.
I'd love to be able to go up and talk to him, and maybe I will someday, but right now, it's like I just can't.

I see 'im usually standin' along the perimeter of the dancefloor, talkin' to his boys, not really dancing at all, until later in the night, after he's had a few drinks.
All of a sudden I feel like a stalker, because I find I just love watching him.
And I realise that the reason I don't go up and try to get to know him (aside from the fact that I'm chicken-shit of course) is that I have a feeling that his personality won't match his looks.
He'll turn out to be too boring, or brawling, or maybe a crackhead.

For now, I'm happy with just being able to look at him.