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(DT)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767192391571892305.post-6020984467774249076</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Dec 2008 07:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-15T10:06:27.305+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">festive season mayhem</category><title>Back to reality but still standing</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-iwXJCsiN0/SUYKui0qbqI/AAAAAAAAAcs/_gE4v-zhcXc/s1600-h/Epic+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279919407876435618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-iwXJCsiN0/SUYKui0qbqI/AAAAAAAAAcs/_gE4v-zhcXc/s400/Epic+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;The much debated subject matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well &lt;a href="http://www.roxilla.co.za/"&gt;Rox&lt;/a&gt; has to be one of the coolest chicks I have met in a really long time! We innocently met for drinks after work; what began with a banged knee and a lost earring ended up being quite a &lt;a href="http://www.roxilla.co.za/2008/12/14/weekends-epic/"&gt;night…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was an awesome jam-packed weekend full of my favorite things!! Dancing, Champagne, good company, swimming on the top of the world and sunrise on the beach and that was just one night! On Saturday after a brief comatose state on my couch for 30 minutes, I went through to Hout Bay for yet more cocktails! Followed by yet another brief stint in Long Street! Sunday was spent exploring Hout Bay – which I had no idea was so funky! I met some incredibly unusual people, spent too much money at the market, drank a bottle of Moet - which to my absolute dismay was slightly corked!&lt;br /&gt;My drive to work this morning was also pretty surreal, a combination of the breathtaking views on the coastal road and still feeling somewhat high from lack of sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But crash, bang, now I am in an office, white walls and bad coffee! Sitting next to a tiny girl who chews unbelievably loudly for her size! Here I am again, wondering how the hell I can I can inform this wee scrap of a girl that chewing then swallowing can be just as efficient without the accompanying soundtrack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16th December – Day of Reconciliation – No work – Outstanding! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;My view this morning... life's a bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279919422857940658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G-iwXJCsiN0/SUYKvaoiDrI/AAAAAAAAAc0/nJ2Iepsi6ZE/s400/Epic+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767192391571892305-6020984467774249076?l=dancefloortragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dancefloortragedy.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-to-reality.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (DT)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-iwXJCsiN0/SUYKui0qbqI/AAAAAAAAAcs/_gE4v-zhcXc/s72-c/Epic+019.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767192391571892305.post-7990936464355721271</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Dec 2008 11:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-12T15:04:53.883+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">meme</category><title>Friday Bliss</title><description>It is a stupendously beautiful day in the city! – I have been frightfully busy at work and the unproductive Friday plan – as usual didn’t quite pan out! I am looking forward to cocktails with &lt;a href="http://www.roxilla.co.za/"&gt;Rox&lt;/a&gt; later - but before I go she has also tagged me to do a &lt;em&gt;Random Things Meme&lt;/em&gt;, which I will happily oblige.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Random Things about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I drive really fast, I try to drive carefully but I am very impatient.&lt;br /&gt;2) I can spend hours in water - bath, pool, the sea. I am at my happiest under water.&lt;br /&gt;3) Not a day goes by when I am not saddened by what has happened to my great love affair. We are practically strangers passing in the night and when he is with me, he makes me feel as sexy as dry toast. The resentment is always there, lurking just below the surface…then there are the lies...&lt;br /&gt;4) My biggest accomplishment this week was making Christmas biscuits with festive icing, I haven’t baked since I was a kid, unfortunately I still make the same mess.&lt;br /&gt;5) I really love Christmas, one of my dreams is to have my own home, have fairy lights everywhere, become a domestic goddess and make an amazing meal for my family.&lt;br /&gt;6) My greatest blessing this year was starting yoga – I love how it has changed my body, I love feeling stronger and more fit. I love that for an hour I think of nothing, I go into a trance type state. I love feeling detoxed and energized. I love my instructor and his sincerity. I love that there is no success when you bring an inflated ego into the room. I love that I have seen this happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag &lt;a href="http://taysuniverse.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tay&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://sunrisechipncheez.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sunrise&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://chocomumbojumbo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Prixie&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://louisa123.wordpress.com/"&gt;Louisa&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://beingbrazen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brazen &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rules:&lt;br /&gt;- Link to the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;- Write six random things about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;- Post the rules on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;- Tag people at the end of your post and link to them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767192391571892305-7990936464355721271?l=dancefloortragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dancefloortragedy.blogspot.com/2008/12/friday-bliss.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (DT)</author><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767192391571892305.post-5503023110997181658</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Dec 2008 15:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-09T17:49:19.398+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fashion nightmare</category><title>Topsy turvy wind</title><description>Wearing a short dress today was not a good idea! Now I have to walk three blocks and start praying...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767192391571892305-5503023110997181658?l=dancefloortragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dancefloortragedy.blogspot.com/2008/12/topsy-turvy-wind.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (DT)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767192391571892305.post-729720252049728988</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Dec 2008 07:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-09T09:59:30.204+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Army Wives has to be the the most schmaltzy and mawkish programme I have ever seen</category><title>Tuesday game Plan</title><description>Objective: To be productive and complete all those flagged items in my Inbox. To plan the rest of the week, clearing the way for a unproductive Friday. Then to hit Long street later for a coffee and to listen to some Jazz. So today I want to work and play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to come back here, to this rather miserable looking blog (I am thinking about wordpress but it scares me) and write about the Champagne Festival!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is good not to have a hangover!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767192391571892305-729720252049728988?l=dancefloortragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dancefloortragedy.blogspot.com/2008/12/tuesday-game-plan.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (DT)</author><thr:total>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767192391571892305.post-8725643660254618888</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Dec 2008 13:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-08T15:21:41.413+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Trying to get through the day with very little brain activity</category><title>What man should I be dating?</title><description>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Should Be With an Earth Sign!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsignguyshouldyoudatequiz/earth-sign.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your best match is a Taurus, Virgo, or Capricorn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? You like your guys to pamper, wine, and dine you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that you're a gold digger, you just like the finer things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Earth Sign will go all out to woo you - and enjoy doing it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you'll never find a more trustworthy or loyal match!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsignguyshouldyoudatequiz/"&gt;What Sign Guy Should You Date?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767192391571892305-8725643660254618888?l=dancefloortragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dancefloortragedy.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-man-should-i-be-dating.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (DT)</author><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767192391571892305.post-3849992197139189570</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Dec 2008 11:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-09T09:37:08.699+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hangover</category><title>The after effects</title><description>&lt;strong&gt;Had&lt;/strong&gt; an amazing awesome weekend - gave the man a bit of bitchy intoxicated hell last night - but other than that - It was wonderful, fun and I cant write any more because I am that hungover...&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe I can sum it up with a some words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Midnight &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;swimming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;*Champagne&lt;/span&gt; Champagne &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Champagne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Girl talk&lt;br /&gt;*Moonbeam and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Thumbelina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ice Cream&lt;br /&gt;*Food - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Lot's&lt;/span&gt; of delicious food: Salmon, Tuna, oysters, sorbet&lt;br /&gt;*Expensive&lt;br /&gt;*Lot's more swimming&lt;br /&gt;*Restaurants&lt;br /&gt;*Feeling sexy and laughing my head off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767192391571892305-3849992197139189570?l=dancefloortragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dancefloortragedy.blogspot.com/2008/12/after-effects.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (DT)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767192391571892305.post-5521564604066161859</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Dec 2008 13:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-05T15:42:27.173+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Friday</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">shopping</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Long street</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Little white dress</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">I Love Franschhoek</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">going for broke</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">champagne</category><title>I am in love...</title><description>&lt;div&gt;With Long Street.&lt;br /&gt;Where have you been my whole life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel as though I have just awoken from a tomb. I will never set foot in another mall again.&lt;br /&gt;I have discovered shops still making tie-dye dresses – I can’t believe it! Antique shops with thousands of gems to be discovered. Incense wafting in the streets, ice cold beers sitting on tiny wonky tables.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I brought a cappuccino, a hop skip and jump away from my office; they play jazz inside, it’s also a Wi fi hot spot, it is &lt;strong&gt;also&lt;/strong&gt; next to a music shop which is African and funky and has display’s of tin guitars in the windows. The music hits you as you walk pasted – reggae – it totally reminds me of the old 206 in Orange Grove Joburg! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; is next to a book shop with about 20 books on display I would happily buy, &lt;strong&gt;which&lt;/strong&gt; is next a GOTH shop!!!!! Good gracious flippin hell…words fail me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I indulged in a dangerously flimsy and short, white dress that cost an exorbitant amount, but it’s summery and perfect for the occasion I have been looking forward to the whole year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.franschhoek.org.za/"&gt;The Festival of Bubbles&lt;/a&gt;! It will be my third time and I am tremendously excited! A day in Franschhoek, sun, music, champagne, strawberries and a little white dress – perfection!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276298935872920274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 329px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-iwXJCsiN0/STkt7Vl6GtI/AAAAAAAAAck/OdXMwxIledA/s400/Champgne+Fes.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a crazy week and I am so looking forward to this weekend&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767192391571892305-5521564604066161859?l=dancefloortragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dancefloortragedy.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-in-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (DT)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-iwXJCsiN0/STkt7Vl6GtI/AAAAAAAAAck/OdXMwxIledA/s72-c/Champgne+Fes.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767192391571892305.post-8750664152214196792</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Dec 2008 13:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-04T16:14:47.897+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">can't go backwards</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dolls house</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">heart in walls</category><title>Looking for a home in JHB?</title><description>Before moving to Cape Town, I bought myself a little home – a dolls house. I absolutely loved it at first glance. It was like a house built just for me! More garden than home, an arched entrance with creeping roses, a lemon tree in the back yard, railway sleeper steps with white pebbles. I planted a bay tree and a bouganvillae and countless herbs. I planted thousands of impatients, ferns ,rose bushes and happily watched them grow. I cannot describe the joy I would experience watering my garden, spending Sundays at nurseries and sitting on my patio with a glass of wine. I would lie in bed at night, staring at my beautiful lilac walls and just smile. I was delighted with every new household purchase. It broke my heart leaving my doll’s house and then having to rent it out to someone who would never and could ever, love it and cherish it as much as I had – but it needed to be done, ( and besides I was trading my lovely home for a wedding, husband and house in the winelands – HA!) My tenant gave her notice about a month ago and ever since that letter arrived I was seriously considering moving back to Joburg and taking up residence in my beautiful home once again! Well I have come to my senses, and with my ever increasing enjoyment of single life in this beautiful city, I am looking for another tenant to look after my humble home for yet another year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Beautiful little townhouse in a well run security complex. Very close to shopping malls and the highway. Perfect for a single female or male. There is 24 hour security, (which you need in Joburg!) Open plan lounge and kitchen with two bedrooms and one full bathroom. It has laminated floors throughout with a lovely small garden in the front, a covered patio and peaceful private garden at the back. Covered parking for two cars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Landlady Extraordinaire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275936918391503826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G-iwXJCsiN0/STfkrJYYO9I/AAAAAAAAAcc/jbLy6whsaqs/s400/door_and_rose-bush.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767192391571892305-8750664152214196792?l=dancefloortragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dancefloortragedy.blogspot.com/2008/12/looking-for-home-in-jhb.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (DT)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G-iwXJCsiN0/STfkrJYYO9I/AAAAAAAAAcc/jbLy6whsaqs/s72-c/door_and_rose-bush.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767192391571892305.post-6922035098033758019</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Dec 2008 10:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-02T15:47:11.736+02:00</atom:updated><title>Frantic thoughts</title><description>It’s a slippery state of affairs. Learning new programmes, understanding the different dynamics that exist within different groups. Wishing I could type faster, learn faster. Feeling the tug of the holiday season along with work ambitions. Days are going by at lightning speed; my bank balance is doing the same. It is hot and my shoes are killing me, I want to sit and stare and think but I also want to complete a thousand projects and walk away feeling successful, motivated and excited. There is a plethora of diagrams and tables and images running through my mind but I can’t seem to collate the tasks in order to create something that makes sense. I am certain this isn’t making sense, but there is no time to deconstruct. So much stuff, so many people around all of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275144065826716434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G-iwXJCsiN0/STUTlDacexI/AAAAAAAAAb4/3IKmc_8e6ko/s400/north-pole-moon2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767192391571892305-6922035098033758019?l=dancefloortragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dancefloortragedy.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-slippery-state-of-affairs.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (DT)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G-iwXJCsiN0/STUTlDacexI/AAAAAAAAAb4/3IKmc_8e6ko/s72-c/north-pole-moon2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767192391571892305.post-5437384389124659960</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Dec 2008 10:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-01T12:26:28.213+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mean Mondays</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bad hair</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kuir</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">plastic</category><title>Bad Hair day</title><description>It is going to be a long day. I am looking forward to sushi at lunchtime but Mondays really do suck. Monday is a day of insignificance, a day you know you will probably achieve very little, make allowances and justify this fact – because let’s face it guilt on a Monday will really just cause unnecessary misery.&lt;br /&gt;It was a lovely weekend. Being a somewhat shy and rather reserved person, having very sociable neighbors in Stellenbosch has been a very pleasant experience. I have also learnt what it means to truly Kuir – a marvelous Afrikaans word for socializing, getting together in a rather unorganized, casual, warm and seamless manner. Many discussions about pots and pans, where to buy the best produce, how to make curtains on the cheap and how much we hate noise on Saturday mornings. I also discovered a wonderful store –I was the only sorry ass female in the dark about this miracle place – Plastics for Africa. It is amazing – R8 for a plastic tub on a hook – I have no idea what I will use this wonderful perfectly pink plastic bucket for – but I just know it will come in handy!&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was sadly ruined by a really bad haircut – my hairdresser is German and I think he misunderstood me when I carefully mentioned that I wanted to keep my hair long! I hate it – I look ridiculous with a head of a thousand curls. I am going to have to do maintenance in the mornings – irons and blow dryers and shit – I hate hair maintenance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Monday you can finish now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767192391571892305-5437384389124659960?l=dancefloortragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dancefloortragedy.blogspot.com/2008/12/bad-hair-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (DT)</author><thr:total>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767192391571892305.post-1309856550742377483</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Nov 2008 22:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-28T15:13:24.585+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">30th Birthday</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Home</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">goth</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">family</category><title>Nostalgia</title><description>&lt;div&gt;Thank Goodness it is Friday - my head has cleared and finally I am feeling more human!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have started thinking about what it means to be away from home and away from those I love and cherish more than words can say, I am starting to wonder why I am here...but this could just be a sad bit of nostalgia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My birthday celebration was fantastic! It was a surprise party, the one where you walk into a deadly silent house only to have your wits scared out of you once everyone leaps out and screams "surprise" In honour of my dark eccentricities the theme was Goth and I was happily welcomed with " House of Fun" by Madness and then a number of Rock classics. I  drank copious amount of champagne in blood red flutes garnished with cherries and ate huge amounts of chocolate cake thoughtfully decorated with black icing and silver stars! It was all just too good to be true!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The gifts were personal, meaningful and mind blowing and ranged from handwritten letters of inspiring words, my most favourite perfumes, whiskey and wine (Which I couldn't bring myself to bring back to the Cape - having already traveled that distance already) and the most amazing scrapbook from my angel Mom - of my 30 years on this earth! There were tears...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway I am thoroughly blessed, that is all I can say!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nostalgia &lt;/strong&gt; [no-stal-juh, -jee-uh, nuh-]&lt;br /&gt;–noun 1. a wistful desire to return in thought or in fact to a former time in one's life, to one's home or homeland, or to one's family and friends; a sentimental yearning for the happiness of a former place or time: a nostalgia for his college days.&lt;br /&gt;2. something that elicits or displays nostalgia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lovely dog&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273094393399851458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 395px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G-iwXJCsiN0/SS3LaamzucI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/I1bCc4pNkU8/s400/scruffy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The B day balloons!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273095294322721170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G-iwXJCsiN0/SS3MO2zjwZI/AAAAAAAAAbY/LOWcqGY3SJI/s400/pics+to+be+sorted+451.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273095294959067794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G-iwXJCsiN0/SS3MO5LRopI/AAAAAAAAAbg/tMmFIvl0tY8/s400/pics+to+be+sorted+508.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The loveliest place in Jozi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767192391571892305-1309856550742377483?l=dancefloortragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dancefloortragedy.blogspot.com/2008/11/nostalgia.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (DT)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G-iwXJCsiN0/SS3LaamzucI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/I1bCc4pNkU8/s72-c/scruffy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767192391571892305.post-2268388453784209184</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Nov 2008 14:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-26T16:40:54.474+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">had better days</category><title>I am just a stunning picture of health</title><description>Well the flu beat me to the ground this time. My head is heavy and the occasional eruption of coughing and spluttering as caused many a work colleague to keep a safe distance. It feels as though my Joburg trip was a life time ago, it is a frantic time of year. Christmas just round the corner, and a thousand things to organise.  I can’t believe my beloved November is almost over!  I haven’t had time yet to take up all the “It’s your birthday month” special offers. (The Body Shop had the best loyalty program I have ever fallen for!)&lt;br /&gt;There is so much to catch up on; this sickness has stolen some precious days from me – especially since I am starting to have so much fun in my life and so much fun in this city!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have time for two things:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn the traffic department to hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;LIVE TO THE POINT OF TEARS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767192391571892305-2268388453784209184?l=dancefloortragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dancefloortragedy.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-just-stunning-picture-of-health.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (DT)</author><thr:total>12</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767192391571892305.post-4352626635304483789</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Nov 2008 12:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-20T14:30:26.241+02:00</atom:updated><title>Blah</title><description>I am so sick. I can’t hear, I can’t eat without gasping for breath. But I have decided it is a good thing, keeps me distracted from missing my family and friends back home. It keeps the nostalgia at bay.&lt;br /&gt;Come now Friday, quickly…these old bones need sleep!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270715908591603986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 392px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-iwXJCsiN0/SSVYMYOaURI/AAAAAAAAAbI/i9m5XH13JpI/s400/UndertheWeather.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767192391571892305-4352626635304483789?l=dancefloortragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dancefloortragedy.blogspot.com/2008/11/blah.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (DT)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-iwXJCsiN0/SSVYMYOaURI/AAAAAAAAAbI/i9m5XH13JpI/s72-c/UndertheWeather.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767192391571892305.post-7147560181880643384</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Nov 2008 12:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-19T14:38:58.882+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sick</category><title>Back in the city</title><description>It was a crazy weekend! I have never crammed so much into two days before!! The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Joburg&lt;/span&gt; sun was bright and hot, the people were awesome! I forgot how many men there are in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Joburg&lt;/span&gt; and the women…they are tough chickens!&lt;br /&gt;It was AWESOME! As soon as I stepped off the plane, my immune system weakened in the wind and now I am horribly sick – I feel goofy and completely out of it!&lt;br /&gt;I am really looking forward to this weekend so I can recover!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767192391571892305-7147560181880643384?l=dancefloortragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dancefloortragedy.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-in-city.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (DT)</author><thr:total>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767192391571892305.post-835370929312904659</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Nov 2008 07:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-14T10:13:43.442+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Turning 30</category><title>Happy Birthday to me!</title><description>14 November 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a beautiful day, it is Friday and it is my &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;30th Birthday&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't say I feel oder - BUT - no one can mess with me now - I have clout - I am 30!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exciting times ahead and a weekend of celebrations!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268416730293423218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-iwXJCsiN0/SR0tGlndTHI/AAAAAAAAAaw/diWsyVTrO_E/s400/Gothic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767192391571892305-835370929312904659?l=dancefloortragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dancefloortragedy.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-to-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (DT)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-iwXJCsiN0/SR0tGlndTHI/AAAAAAAAAaw/diWsyVTrO_E/s72-c/Gothic.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>14</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767192391571892305.post-4016897824847131746</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Nov 2008 21:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-12T23:41:49.439+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Wine and being contemplative</category><title>The Crystal ball effect</title><description>&lt;a href="http://expensivemistakescheapthrills.co.za/"&gt;ExMi&lt;/a&gt; is giving away a &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.cosmictarotthrills.wordpress.com"&gt;tarot card reading&lt;/a&gt;. I have always had a fascination with tarot cards. I was given my first pack of cards by this crazy friend of mine from high school who fell pregnant at 16 and was sent to a single mother’s home in Pretoria. The girl was as wild as they come and would talk me into doing all sorts of questionable things – which is another story entirely. Anyway she decided the best way to make her life more enjoyable in the confines of a home, was blatant stealing.&lt;br /&gt;Six months pregnant, and she was walking out of shopping malls armed to the hilt with stolen goods and hitching a ride home. Sadly she died of an overdose nine years ago – but the cards were a gift from her and I can only believe that she stole them with the kindest of intentions, given her reality at that time! I can’t help but think of her when I think about the tarot, and the day she made me cut my finger so we could become blood sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first reading had a profound effect on me especially this card which seemed to be the dominant one at the time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267887724189358866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-iwXJCsiN0/SRtL-YTymxI/AAAAAAAAAao/7EAgu_-DqxY/s400/RWS_Tarot_09_Hermit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I hope that my hermit stage is coming to an end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I contemplated getting another reading a &lt;a href="http://dancefloortragedy.blogspot.com/2007/01/one-hell-of-week.html"&gt;while ago&lt;/a&gt;, but decided to go see a career psychologist instead – it was a huge massive waste of time and money. The old retired man asked me what I think I am good at and what would I like to do, I was like duh – not work! His advice was to get into something creative – he really dazzled me with his insight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the idea of the cards as a guide; I am attracted to the idea that a picture can tell a thousand words. I don’t believe for one minute that there is anything sinister and evil in this fascination, that is the type of mentality as people thinking devil worshipers lurk around every corner! Ancient mystic arts can’t all be idealist foolishness – can they? It is probably the old goth in me…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767192391571892305-4016897824847131746?l=dancefloortragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dancefloortragedy.blogspot.com/2008/11/crystal-ball-effect.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (DT)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-iwXJCsiN0/SRtL-YTymxI/AAAAAAAAAao/7EAgu_-DqxY/s72-c/RWS_Tarot_09_Hermit.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767192391571892305.post-2974492092362234173</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Nov 2008 11:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-12T13:51:13.572+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lessons</category><title>What I have learned in my twenties.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;*Life really can be full of surprises, from the physical beauty around us to the surprising    kindheartedness of people.&lt;br /&gt;*We can always hurt someone, often more than we realise.&lt;br /&gt;*Not everyone is like me, what I deem correct and true is not necessary the same for others.&lt;br /&gt;*People often mistake my passion for being stressful and intense.&lt;br /&gt;*It is always easier being honest, once I have been lied to by someone, regardless how small and seemingly harmless their lie has been – my feelings towards them change forever.&lt;br /&gt;*Fear is common in every human being and is often mistaken for selfishness or arrogance.&lt;br /&gt; *Reading results in a massive subconscious accumulation of knowledge never fully realised but continuously appreciated in the strangest moments.  Reading also allows for a much needed rest from reality and refreshes the imagination with possibility.&lt;br /&gt;*Appearance is important. As much as I wish it weren’t true, how you present yourself is how you are judged, people are fast and lazy thinkers. The trick is to reflect your personality into your presentation and not appear superficial.&lt;br /&gt;*There are people who say many things and do nothing. I quickly lose faith in those people.&lt;br /&gt;*It is far more important to listen than to talk, as long as the other person has the same respect – because sometimes I need to be heard.&lt;br /&gt;*I love being on my own, but it is far from the happiness I experience being surrounded by people who sincerely love me. There is also no greater loneliness than spending time with someone who regards your company as insignificant.&lt;br /&gt;*You learn to love someone when you forgive all their faults.&lt;br /&gt;*There is nothing unusual about wanting a fairytale. There are those who have found theirs on this mortal earth and I want mine.&lt;br /&gt;*Hangovers will always ruin your day – unless you are happily in love and get to spend the day in bed with your lover who also likes bad TV.&lt;br /&gt;*Turning thirty is not going to be the end of my world!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are many more...maybe tomorrow&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767192391571892305-2974492092362234173?l=dancefloortragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dancefloortragedy.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-i-have-learned-in-my-twenties.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (DT)</author><thr:total>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767192391571892305.post-8512296411471718235</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Nov 2008 15:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-11T17:15:31.504+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Awesome strength of nature</category><title>Not too much going on</title><description>I think I have indulged in enough dramatics for one week – I am making myself cringe.&lt;br /&gt;It is so windy – I fear leaving this building and taking flight! It has been a very long day and now I am looking forward to a lovely dinner with a friend, a bottle of wine and a good night’s sleep!&lt;br /&gt;As long as I make to my car in one piece.&lt;br /&gt;The answer my friend is blowin in the wind…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767192391571892305-8512296411471718235?l=dancefloortragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dancefloortragedy.blogspot.com/2008/11/not-to-much-going-on.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (DT)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767192391571892305.post-3027756876198040366</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Nov 2008 15:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-10T17:37:34.756+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">My final week</category><title>Drama queen unleashed</title><description>Finally after trying on an exhausting amount of clothes with colour, I finally ended up with items of beige and white and one gorgeous long purple skirt. A tiny modicum of success. I even tried on this amazing looking yellow and black striped maxi dress at YDE, but to my horror the voluminous and sexy shape had been created by a weird tail sewn on the back. It had to be the most ridiculous item of clothing I have ever encountered! I stood for a good couple of minutes holding my tail, looking in the mirror and wondered if the world had gone mad. Anyway colourful clothes are the very least of my troubles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be in a state of mourning for the next four days! I know I am being silly, I know I am being dramatic – but hell I will get onto the cheerful balloon of denial and or acceptance once Elvis leaves the building. By Elvis I am of course referring to my twenties!&lt;br /&gt;My rocking roaring, exciting, devastating, tragic and happy twenties. I am saying goodbye to the girl and begrudging saying an unenthusiastic hello to the women.&lt;br /&gt;I will lament, I will be shamelessly bitchy, selfish and irrational. This is a space which allows me to be honest and the truth is I am not happy about turning thirty! I am horrified. Sure it is in the attitude, sure I am my own worst enemy. But flippin hell, I will be over the hill soon, the wrong side of the hill. It all goes downhill. I know it isn’t the same for everyone, from what I have seen and heard some people embrace their thirties like it’s a new pair of jeans, most women look more beautiful and happier and that’s cool– but I cannot go down gracefully – it just isn’t in me!&lt;br /&gt;The man thinks it is hilarious, he of course crossed the hill some time ago and has made peace with it all. The devil in me has him directly in the firing line, the part he has played in my tragic fear of becoming old can never be underestimated! Last night I almost threw a steaming hot pie at him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I must go get a facial – pampering has suddenly taken a more serious role of preservation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767192391571892305-3027756876198040366?l=dancefloortragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dancefloortragedy.blogspot.com/2008/11/drama-queen-unleashed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (DT)</author><thr:total>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767192391571892305.post-1069653070833676065</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Nov 2008 15:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-07T17:49:12.578+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">meme</category><title>The Random Thought Meme</title><description>I have been tagged by the vivacious &lt;a href="http://www.expensivemistakescheapthrills.co.za/"&gt;ExMi&lt;/a&gt; and sweet &lt;a href="http://taysuniverse.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tay &lt;/a&gt;to do this meme: (ExMi recons I need this!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Word for the week in my head...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammmnnnnnnn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thought for the week in my head...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am digging this job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thing for the week in my life...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GPS, I got soooo lost leaving town because I was trying to drive and read directions at the same time – it’s just not good enough – I need the real McCoy, someone to shout at me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song for the week in my head...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time someone says something about songs, off she goes again inside my head…&lt;em&gt;or should I just keep chasing pavements&lt;/em&gt;…..I WANT TO SCREAM RIGHT NOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Food for the week in my belly...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is absolute rubbish. I have been eating very little or utter crap. Today I had a cannoli for breakfast. (I really love saying that word,cannoli, cannoli, canolie. Seeing the word written is just not quite as powerful!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Colour for the week in my life...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black, always black, can't escape the black…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smile for the week on my face...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t fit under my desk – my legs are too long! It is hysterical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blessing for the week in my heart&lt;/strong&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;I am going home soon, to see my wonderful family and my gorgeous sweet dog! I really miss having a pet…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay - I am really not sure who has or hasn't done this - but I tag &lt;a href="http://sunrisechipncheez.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sunrise&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.roxilla.co.za/"&gt; Rox&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://southafricanseamonkey.blogspot.com/"&gt;Po&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://sexyredframe.blogspot.com/"&gt;Redframe&lt;/a&gt; (Who I will forgive not doing it because her big day is right round the corner!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. Link back to the meme creator (&lt;a href="http://cathjenkin.wordpress.com/2008/10/30/the-random-thought-becomes-a-meme/"&gt;cathjenkin&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;2. Link back to &lt;a href="http://dancefloortragedy.blogspot.com/"&gt;me &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Share your random thoughts list&lt;br /&gt;.4. Tag as many people as you like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767192391571892305-1069653070833676065?l=dancefloortragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dancefloortragedy.blogspot.com/2008/11/random-thought-meme.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (DT)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767192391571892305.post-9208295543441917735</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Nov 2008 15:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-07T17:19:29.135+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">really have loads to do</category><title>Tick tock...</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn felt useless today. Had an interesting time in the city last night – My first adventure on Long Street – Thanks to Rox! It was great to meet so many interesting people.&lt;br /&gt;It was quite a weird feeling taking out my blog persona into the real world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a pretty impressive week and now I fear a pretty boring weekend!&lt;br /&gt;Some of my weekend highlights will probably be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eastenders omibus&lt;br /&gt;A couple bottles  wine&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, should the sun shine and the pool remain vacant, a bit of tanning&lt;br /&gt;Attempt #2: shopping for some colour&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lot’s of sleep and lots of planning – next week this time I shall be thirty in a different city&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-iwXJCsiN0/SRRbPLsgiuI/AAAAAAAAAaY/TAi0XfGQZFw/s1600-h/watermelon.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265935086136388434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 369px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G-iwXJCsiN0/SRRcD4ts61I/AAAAAAAAAag/5bKZehcS-OA/s400/time_by_dream_traveler.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767192391571892305-9208295543441917735?l=dancefloortragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dancefloortragedy.blogspot.com/2008/11/tick-tock.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (DT)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G-iwXJCsiN0/SRRcD4ts61I/AAAAAAAAAag/5bKZehcS-OA/s72-c/time_by_dream_traveler.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767192391571892305.post-6846829790097018722</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Nov 2008 09:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-07T09:54:17.821+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">meme</category><title>meme x2</title><description>I have been tagged by the lovely&lt;a href="http://www.roxilla.co.za/"&gt; Rox&lt;/a&gt;, so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://sundaystealing.blogspot.com/2008/11/mcdanger-meme.html"&gt;Sunday Stealing’s McDanger Meme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;———————&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are your&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;nicknames?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old friend calls me Thumbelina – I can’t really remember why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What TV gameshow or reality show would you like to be on?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rockstar ‘supernova’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was the first movie you bought in VHS or DVD?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Braveheart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your favorite scent?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja’adore and Opium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you had one million dollars to spend only on yourself, what would you spend it on?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An apartment facing the sea – although with a million it would probably have to be a like a one bedroom, little, tiny….hell a million really isn’t much these days is it? Okay then a black shiny little sports car! (well that’s if it is rands – with dollars; definitely the beachfront apartment!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is one place you’ve visited, can’t forget and want to go back to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scotland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you trust easily?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes – I tend to be quite gullible, maybe in my thirties I will learn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you generally think before you act, or act before you think?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I over analyse too much and then I am frozen and do nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is there anything that has made you unhappy these days?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes – being treated like a piece of furniture by the man who used to rock my world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have a good body image?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your favorite fruit?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strawberries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What websites do you visit daily?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogs, Gumtree, I Google just about everything and go from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What have you been seriously addicted to lately?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun, my phone, Chardonnay, digestive biscuits and yoga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What’s the last song that got stuck in your head?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something about chasing pavements&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your favorite thing to wear?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long dresses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you think Rice Krispies are yummy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuk – no, but I do remember those ones with little marshmallows, that was pretty cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would you do if you saw $100 lying on the ground?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think that it is finally my lucky day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What items couldn’t you go without during the day?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone, smokes, my car, handcream and sunglasses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What should you be doing right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working&lt;br /&gt;———————2. &lt;a href="http://subliminal.lunanina.com/um/ind/week_301/"&gt;Unconscious Mutterings Meme&lt;/a&gt; ———————&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I say … and you think … ?&lt;br /&gt;1. In love&lt;/strong&gt;… what is love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Be my guest…&lt;/strong&gt; Fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Number one…&lt;/strong&gt; Must renew my driver’s license&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Swallowed whole…&lt;/strong&gt; Oysters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. 50 percent…&lt;/strong&gt; happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Made in…&lt;/strong&gt; heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Supplement…&lt;/strong&gt; Vitamin C is very important for smokers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Right for…&lt;/strong&gt; now, it is all about the attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Endless…&lt;/strong&gt; dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Ceramic…&lt;/strong&gt; I really should have gone for those classes all those years ago, it was such a cool studio…I can only imagine what I could have made…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sundaystealing.blogspot.com/2008/11/mcdanger-meme.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767192391571892305-6846829790097018722?l=dancefloortragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dancefloortragedy.blogspot.com/2008/11/meme-x2.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (DT)</author><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767192391571892305.post-5888089458271637325</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Nov 2008 08:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-06T10:32:45.647+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the great win</category><title>Clearing away the dust</title><description>So far, so good. I am really enjoying this new environment. I do seem a bit tall for my desk which is quite an odd phenomenon, but I am loving the systems and I am loving the clinical professionalism that leaves me in peace.&lt;br /&gt;What a crazy week it has been!  It has been impossible to sit and take stock and with the Joburg trip just around the corner, to do lists are being created in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this spirit of all being new and shiny I spent two hours clothes shopping yesterday with the steadfast determination of buying clothes with colour. It didn’t work! With the purchase of three additional little black numbers, Skip Black is now officially my most used laundry detergent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy Americans have finally come right – I was really doubtful it was going to happen, especially with their tendency to remain ignorantly happy. Out with the old and in with the new - all around -from my little microenvironment into the world beyond!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767192391571892305-5888089458271637325?l=dancefloortragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dancefloortragedy.blogspot.com/2008/11/clearing-away-dust.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (DT)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767192391571892305.post-625149401994406513</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Nov 2008 13:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-03T15:03:21.765+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">emo</category><title>New Kid on the block</title><description>Day One – all is pretty weird. I am a bit of an emotional wreck. Tired, stressed and people shy. The weekend went by in a bit of blur. Had the most horrific farewell one can imagine – God I am glad to be out of there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s the lovely month of November!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767192391571892305-625149401994406513?l=dancefloortragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dancefloortragedy.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-kid-on-block.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (DT)</author><thr:total>9</thr:total></item></channel></rss>

