I'm a Dancing Danger on Heels

My dancing is strictly restricted to my bathroom and my bedroom only. If you ever get the rare chance to see me dancing you'll most probably see a twirling girl with her legs going anywhere and everywhere to the beat of the music. Now, with that picture in your mind imagine me wearing heels. I've never worn heels in my life, don''t even think I've danced with it. Do you see a crazy dancing girl with her heels flying off her feet and landing on her partners head? Yeah, that's what see. It might even be a probable outcome.

My school is putting on a dance show for this year's annual school function. Guess what? My class is doing salsa. Out of all dance forms the dance teachers picked a spicy (ehem.. sexy) dance for my class. Great, just great, just what I wanted. They could've picked Broadway but no, they chose a dance where all the girls have to wear high heels, dresses and flaunt their hips. We didn't get partners, which made the dancing less awkward. But I don't flaunt my hips and even if I did, I'll only flaunt it to myself. I know I'm selfish.

In the end I did it, you know the hip thing. We haven't danced with heels yet in class but I tried dancing with me mom's wedges and it was a disaster. One shoe flinged off. My ankles were wobbling from supporting the wedge and I nearly fell several times.

Talking about crazy dancing, don't you just love the look on this guy's face?

The song I'm dancing to in school:

 But I enjoy dancing and dance class. It makes me feel happy. Just hope you're not there when I'm dancing with heels. You'll get a heel mark on your forehead or worse, I'll crush your toes. It's going to be ok, right?

Ni sa 

Daydreams and Deprivations

I've got a secret to tell. Though it won't be a secret any more now....

I'm Zinny Taylor. No, I'm not Ni, I'm Zinny. There's a trail starting from the back of my farm house that leads right into the Mayor of Chocton's garden. The trail is beautiful. Zinnias line the trail path, old, mystic trees form a archway and the air. Oh, the air it's just soooo sweet. You can walk through Maiden's Walk, Sleepy Bear Ridge and escape from Shady Death Ridge. And guess who cleared this path? Me. Yup, me. 

Though there's a slight problem with this reality Chocton doesn't exist and this reality only exists in my head. I'm one of those people who have an active imagination and this leads me to daydream frequently. You know I'm daydreaming when I'm awkwardly staring at something with a smirking-crossed-with confused face. Kind of like the pfft-I saw-that-YouTube-video-before-it-got-popular face. I can daydream about anything from making a salsa (dancing not the dip) dress to imagining that I'm a character from a book. 

Daydreaming becomes more frequent when I'm deprived of something, in this case books. I went 2 weeks without books due to the exams and that basically means murder in bookworm talk. 2 weeks, that's near insanity. So when I finally got to read a book, Chasing Redbird by Sharon Creech, I got my Life back and my bookish ways. For a whole day after I read that book (I finished it in about 6 hours flat, yeah I was desperate) I kept dreaming I was Zinny Taylor, the main character of the book.

If you know a bookworm and you find him/her reading a book rather intensely you know that he/she will become absent minded. So I was reading the book in my bed with a blanket, eating BBQ chips and it was lunch time. I ate my macaroni and cheese in bed. Now there was a problem I only have two hands and I had to hold three things: my macaroni, the book and the chips. The solution was obvious of course. Dump the chips into the macaroni and then I only have to hold two things. I did just that. You may think eww... chips and macaroni together? No way!!! But let me tell you that it made the macaroni so much more delicious! Adds a certain crunch to it and spice.

Ahhh, daydreaming it's like you're getting a mini staycation in your little melon. Or dressing up your life, to make it more exciting or adventurous like in a book. 

So what have you been daydreaming about lately?

Ni

Fooding Round Up

Scale of Edibility for reference

They don't look appetizing. They look like burned up purple muck, which is exactly what it is. My second failed attempt at a macaroon, is better than the first. In the first attempt the macaroons where soft and were sticking to the baking tray. Solution? Put water over it. Bad Terrible idea. I think that's where I went wrong because then the macaroons turned into this pink glue like paste. It went over the line of edible and inedible. It was inedible. At least in the second attempt I got the macaroons off the baking tray. Solution? Put water under it (why didn't I think of that before?), then wait for a few seconds and take them off! I'm not going to show you the fail macaroons because... well who would want to see them? They do not bring giddiness or lust like my sister's cake does...

My sister on the other hand, had better luck with her baking. Then again she's like this cooking prodigy of our family, so 90% of the time she gets it right. Mum's talent is what she got. She baked this lemon sponge cake or orange and lime cake with lime drizzle, as she calls it. That's a mouthful, I know. These days people name food with such long, detailed titles. To me cake is cake and lemon is lemon. And not blah and blah with whatnot. Back to the topic, her cake is delicious. It's a great cake for the hot weather, light and spongy.

Rating these foods on the Scale of Edibility I made they score:
1st attempt macaroons - 3
2nd attempt macaroons - 4
My sisters cake - 8

My sisters cake

Looking good, eh?

Don't be jealous, I'm just off to savour this baby...

Ni sa

Quick Fix: Necklace with Broken Clasp

Its frustrating when you accidentally break those little chains on a necklace. Now you can't wear it cause it's broken. Here's a simple answer: clothes pin.

Simple, right? No fancy smancy gizmos are needed. That teddy bear there, that's mine and I had him for 6 years now! Got it on my 7th birthday. Cute isn't he?

Off to do some number work.

Ni sa

Daily Discoveries

Who knew ordering pizza was so difficult?
Or that a certain someone  use to have hair?
Or the fact that you can do so much with junk?

I learnt all that this week:

Monday

When it comes down to ordering pizza, its my sister's job. But she said that she's fed up with talking to the pizza ordering people. They're difficult she says. So she handed this seemingly easy task to me.

I couldn't have been more wrong! It took me several times to dial the right number, apparently I wasn't informed about putting an area code in front of a number. Here's a snippet of my conversation with the pizza people:

Me: I'd like to have a medium stuffed crust chicken and corn pizza-
Pizza People (PP): Ma'am the stuffed crust isn't good would you like to try the Mia crust or Pan crust? <---- This is were the annoyance level rised
Me: No, I'd just like to have the stuffed crust
PP: The Mia crust is a thin Italian crust
Me: No, thank you
PP: Try it ma'am it's very good
Me: NO!
PP: Then try the- <---- This is were my annoyance tolerance was broken
Me: I'll have the Pan Crust... -_-

Now I understand the difficulty.

Wednesday

It's easy to  imagine a person with hair bald as in your mind you just "erase" that person's hair. But it's hard to imagine a bald person with hair because it's like sticking wool to a melon. It just doesn't make sense.

So I was pretty surprised when I saw this:

Before

My brain couldn't register that mop of brown hair on his head. It just didn't make sense. But I got over the initial shock. Everybody, at  some point in their lives, has hair. It's just I usually see George Calombaris from Masterchef like this:

After

 Sunday

Junk is a misunderstood treasure. I know that now do to this site I stumbled upon, http://scraphacker.com/.It is simply of one the most brilliant, practical and inspiring websites. Basically, it showcases DIY projects made from "junk" such as old pillowcases, tin cans, pallets, the lists goes on. Here's a couple of my favourite DIY's:

I see junk in a whole new different light! My mind's racing now with so many different ideas now. Doors are not just doors now, they're shelves, tables and screens as well.

Happy Weekend!

Ni sa