<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128887780732847957</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:42:14.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>supernova</title><subtitle type='html'>Supernova revealed</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://novishness.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128887780732847957/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novishness.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Novisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01657968393629382002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128887780732847957.post-3286523896127987594</id><published>2007-05-31T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T08:39:55.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its in his kiss...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ruSGWMxGIZY/Rl7ooLCsheI/AAAAAAAAABE/voZbl2JZ6yo/s1600-h/spiderman_kiss2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070746007322265058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ruSGWMxGIZY/Rl7ooLCsheI/AAAAAAAAABE/voZbl2JZ6yo/s320/spiderman_kiss2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today's post is a really really girly one...Probably cos today i miss the boy something fierce, or perhaps just cos on the inside I am just a big fat soppy romantic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I truly believe that ole Cher was on to something when she sang "...its in his kiss".  I can still remember the first kiss - me and the boy (of course I can!).  We were at Beanbag, sitting at a table full of friends  - of course they may as well not have been there (sorry guys) cos neither of us noticed :)  After a while i think they got the hint and left (at last!) And then it happened.. and it was the most amazing experience of my life.  A kiss is just so personal I think, its so in your face (literally ;)), theres so much honesty there... that moment when your eyes meet, and time seems to stop, your breaths mingle and you share a little bit of your soul.  Yes i know thats so corny - but it really is how i feel.  And its also the reason why from that first kiss I have been absolutely smitten, a goner and hopelessly in luuuurve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So today's post is dedicated to all those die hard romantics, and to my very own Spiderman - can't wait to lay one on you tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128887780732847957-3286523896127987594?l=novishness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://novishness.blogspot.com/feeds/3286523896127987594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128887780732847957&amp;postID=3286523896127987594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128887780732847957/posts/default/3286523896127987594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128887780732847957/posts/default/3286523896127987594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novishness.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-in-his-kiss.html' title='Its in his kiss...'/><author><name>Novisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01657968393629382002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ruSGWMxGIZY/Rl7ooLCsheI/AAAAAAAAABE/voZbl2JZ6yo/s72-c/spiderman_kiss2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128887780732847957.post-8099773144557059527</id><published>2007-05-28T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T08:03:06.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Jet Set...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ruSGWMxGIZY/RlrsbVUde7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/9CXzG57S0Lg/s1600-h/plane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069624284882500530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ruSGWMxGIZY/RlrsbVUde7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/9CXzG57S0Lg/s320/plane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just back from a fantastic weekend in Jozi - rang in Shavania's birthday is grand style... I think  perhaps a celebrated  a little too hard (my head still hurts!).  Ate too much, drank far too much...and certainly didn't sleep enough!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;You know you're great friends when months can go by and yet when you're together its like it was just yesterday and you can pick up right where you left off! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Of course, these days, what with ever evolving technology and the ever decreasing cost of air travel - its a lot easier to stay in touch - Amen! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I think at any point in the day Shavania and possibly Jamie and Tom as well, know exactly how and/or what I'm doing -although to be honest it usually is some variation on "tired" or "hungry" "sleepy" or "overworked"... Quite the moaning minnie am i ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Without facebook, MSN, e-mail - hey even sms I'd be at a total loss - 'cos it seems that very often in my life the theme song seems to be "Leavin on a jet plane..."  So - if you have grand designs on a career outside of Durban, or perhaps even over the sea - give me a shout ;)  But never fear - I know how to keep in touch!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128887780732847957-8099773144557059527?l=novishness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://novishness.blogspot.com/feeds/8099773144557059527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128887780732847957&amp;postID=8099773144557059527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128887780732847957/posts/default/8099773144557059527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128887780732847957/posts/default/8099773144557059527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novishness.blogspot.com/2007/05/jet-set.html' title='The Jet Set...'/><author><name>Novisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01657968393629382002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ruSGWMxGIZY/RlrsbVUde7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/9CXzG57S0Lg/s72-c/plane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128887780732847957.post-6726373738852844193</id><published>2007-05-17T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T08:01:10.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hit em up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ruSGWMxGIZY/Rkxfd1Ude5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/AT4RnJ2_7qQ/s1600-h/Tupac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065528647018707858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ruSGWMxGIZY/Rkxfd1Ude5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/AT4RnJ2_7qQ/s320/Tupac.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Memory is such a fascinating thing - our ability to capture the essence of a moment - all the emotion and intensity, right down to the physical reaction - and to recall all of it with the smallest of triggers.  You gotta love it.  For instance the smell of Estee Lauder Pleasures will always remind me of the man who shattered my heart, and the scent of the incense they burnt at my grandmothers funeral to this day makes me nauseus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But there are good memories too :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Listening to iTunes today- i stumbled on "Pule's Dope Session" - a marvellous collection of some of the BEST gangsta tunes ever!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And there it was - in all its pride and glory -Tupac's Hit em up!  I was immediately transported back to Number 4 Somerset Lodge, Grahamstown. I was 19 again, drinking Autum Harvest Crackling (bought at the bargain price of R8.99!), screaming at the top of my lungs "Grab your glocks when you see 2pac, Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh Who shot me, But your punks didn't finish, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace, nigga, We hit 'em up!"  Mrs Irwin (the seriously old and bitter lady from the downstairs flat) is banging on her roof (my floor) with her broomstick, but my friends and I are just too gangsta to care.  Aaaah those were the days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So in memory of the best lyricist/poet/rapper - the man - Tupac... tonight kids...Lets Hit em up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128887780732847957-6726373738852844193?l=novishness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://novishness.blogspot.com/feeds/6726373738852844193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128887780732847957&amp;postID=6726373738852844193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128887780732847957/posts/default/6726373738852844193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128887780732847957/posts/default/6726373738852844193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novishness.blogspot.com/2007/05/hit-em-up.html' title='Hit em up!'/><author><name>Novisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01657968393629382002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ruSGWMxGIZY/Rkxfd1Ude5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/AT4RnJ2_7qQ/s72-c/Tupac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128887780732847957.post-3647308908209310610</id><published>2007-05-15T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T07:25:42.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One day when I'm big...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ruSGWMxGIZY/Rkm3BPLY6yI/AAAAAAAAAAk/aUPyGIosdA8/s1600-h/mean_girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064780487836887842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ruSGWMxGIZY/Rkm3BPLY6yI/AAAAAAAAAAk/aUPyGIosdA8/s320/mean_girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Do you remember those days way back when, in high school, when the lines were clearly drawn and people stuck to their groups.  You had the Jocks - the really hot guys who may or may not have been the sharpest pencils in the box.  There were a few girls who formed part of this group as well - but i think we all questioned their sexuality, and the same went for the guys who were part of the drama club.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Then there were the nerds, social outcasts and library bound -they're probably millionaires today.  Your boss is proabably a former high school nerd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Its funny how some things change and some never do.  Girls for one thing - no matter how old we get, the girl in you never dies.  The insecure, bitchy, caustic nature of women never dies.  So this may strike you as rather odd - me writing against my sex.  But it has to be said- and then maybe we can all deal with it and move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;When it comes to friendship i think men are paces ahead of women.  I'm not sure if it comes from cavemen having to rely on each other - hunting in packs and all that.  Women on the other hand, theres back biting and gossip and its just SO ugly and thats one thing a man will never understand - cos their just not made like that.  So no mater how growed up we are, theres nothing like a bitchy cow to bring out the lil fighter in you - no matter how past it you think you may be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So my advice to women would be - firstly let him enjoy his boys night, you won't get it cos we dont have that.  And secondly - if you're lucky enough to find that one special woman who gets you, who feels pain when you're hurting, who will no doubt be there when the shit hits the fan - appreciate her.  I know i do.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128887780732847957-3647308908209310610?l=novishness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://novishness.blogspot.com/feeds/3647308908209310610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128887780732847957&amp;postID=3647308908209310610' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128887780732847957/posts/default/3647308908209310610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128887780732847957/posts/default/3647308908209310610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novishness.blogspot.com/2007/05/one-day-when-im-big.html' title='One day when I&apos;m big...'/><author><name>Novisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01657968393629382002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ruSGWMxGIZY/Rkm3BPLY6yI/AAAAAAAAAAk/aUPyGIosdA8/s72-c/mean_girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128887780732847957.post-6255737057109224230</id><published>2007-05-09T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T07:35:09.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashionably Late and Fabulous Dahling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ruSGWMxGIZY/RkHbg_LY6xI/AAAAAAAAAAc/v5jpoeOeguI/s1600-h/MTNDFW%2707+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062568815902649106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ruSGWMxGIZY/RkHbg_LY6xI/AAAAAAAAAAc/v5jpoeOeguI/s320/MTNDFW%2707+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My life has been dedicated to MTN Durban Fashion Week for the past few days, with all our hard work culminating in a fabulous media launch at the new Suncoast Hotel and Towers last night. Designers, media, politicians, fashionistas and the whose who in Durban rubbed shoulders at this gala event (we really did put on a great show). I'm always blown away by superficial nature of the fashion industry - it really is the way it looks on TV - hug hug, kiss kiss, bitch bitch. Buuuut and heres the scary thing - I'm starting to love it! I love the glitz and the glamour (of course I have all the hard work which keeps me grounded). The people are absolutely fascinating - and no other event will provide a better opportunity for people watching than one in this industry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Last night I made friends with this fabulous boy, turns out he's not just a pretty face - Cohan is also a pastry chef and has very kindly offered to bake my wedding cake!  He's such a  sweetheart and his ex-boyfriend is a real tosser!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So - i worked hard, partied hard and dragged my hungover self into work at about 10am...a little taste of things to come this June. I can't wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128887780732847957-6255737057109224230?l=novishness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://novishness.blogspot.com/feeds/6255737057109224230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128887780732847957&amp;postID=6255737057109224230' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128887780732847957/posts/default/6255737057109224230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128887780732847957/posts/default/6255737057109224230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novishness.blogspot.com/2007/05/fashionably-late-and-fabulous-dahling.html' title='Fashionably Late and Fabulous Dahling'/><author><name>Novisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01657968393629382002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ruSGWMxGIZY/RkHbg_LY6xI/AAAAAAAAAAc/v5jpoeOeguI/s72-c/MTNDFW%2707+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128887780732847957.post-3514748670961986763</id><published>2007-05-04T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T07:19:18.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One for the road...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ruSGWMxGIZY/RjtAtfLY6vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IcHhldeetZE/s1600-h/roadrage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060709756488444658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ruSGWMxGIZY/RjtAtfLY6vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IcHhldeetZE/s320/roadrage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just getting ready to pack up my things and make the journey home...and every day around this time I start contemplating the drive home. Its not a long drive, traffic permitting of course. But these days, traffic is always a nightmare, and most of it I put down to careless and inconsiderate driving. One of my PET hates is inconsideration, and no where is it more obvious than on the roads. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're standing in a queue at the bank waiting to get to the teller, do you suddenly start cutting in front of the person in front of you... or better still create your own new queue? No you don't, thats not socially acceptable behaviour - yet somehow on the road (in the anonymity of their cars??), people feel its ok to behave in this fashion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh i'm so exhausted... its been such a long day... I gotta go make dinner..." Whatever!!! So do I!! So why should i sit in the traffic while you choose to ride the emergency line and cut in front of me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And where are the traffic cops when this is happening? Probably sitting outside a hospital with limited parking waiting to fine people visting their dying family members. Yeh that sounds about right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So luckily today is Friday, which means Friday drinks.. I will of course limit my intake, i am driving, but i gotta have that one for the road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deep breaths... it is the weekend! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128887780732847957-3514748670961986763?l=novishness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://novishness.blogspot.com/feeds/3514748670961986763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128887780732847957&amp;postID=3514748670961986763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128887780732847957/posts/default/3514748670961986763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128887780732847957/posts/default/3514748670961986763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novishness.blogspot.com/2007/05/one-for-road.html' title='One for the road...'/><author><name>Novisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01657968393629382002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ruSGWMxGIZY/RjtAtfLY6vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IcHhldeetZE/s72-c/roadrage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128887780732847957.post-8245605073606392264</id><published>2007-05-03T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T07:58:27.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Doors Open...</title><content type='html'>So today at 10am the doors to Primi Plantation opened...essentially the doors to a whole new world have opened, for the boy, even for me.  I'm so excited for him - so please everyone who reads this - go to Primi Plantation, Ballito Lifestyle Centre - my future depends on it!!! The size of my bling depends on it :)  nah just to offer some support for the boy -he deserves it, bless him :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just to sweeten the deal - its 50% off all menu items.. so hurry now!! You can make it in time for dinner - may i suggest the chicken campagnola?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128887780732847957-8245605073606392264?l=novishness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://novishness.blogspot.com/feeds/8245605073606392264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128887780732847957&amp;postID=8245605073606392264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128887780732847957/posts/default/8245605073606392264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128887780732847957/posts/default/8245605073606392264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novishness.blogspot.com/2007/05/doors-open.html' title='The Doors Open...'/><author><name>Novisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01657968393629382002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128887780732847957.post-1430986616855518975</id><published>2007-05-02T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T03:25:30.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing Red - Four dinners, a wedding and a dog show</title><content type='html'>So the weekend has come and gone and lots happened - so lets start with the dog show, as this was the major reason for me seeing red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday Night&lt;br /&gt;Sushi nite - girls nite - what fun.  aha yeh right... So theres um lets call her the Mrs who brings along the Mr - who is clearly the only man who should be allowed at "girls night" as they were both most upset when my friend T arrived.   Now this is one of the most genuine people i know - yes he has his flaws -as do we all, but obviously Mrs Perfection does not.  Which would be the only reason why you can get up on your high horse and stand in judgement of others right - if you're perfect.  So they manage to insult him at every turn, insult my best friend in her absence - and all this in my presence.  How is this ok?  Do i give the impression that this is ok?!?!&lt;br /&gt;And one more thing -I dont care if you're sitting next to Hitler himself - theres a little something called social decorum.  You do not behave so disgustingly to another human being - especially when he's done nothing except greet you.  Clearly i have not gotten over this... I refuse to be a part of this farce any longer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night got better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got in my lil car and made the trip out to Ballito, to the boy :) ... great weather, excellent company and i am of course so in love.  And i manage to score a Primi dinner - yum!  (i'm not a pig i just didnt eat much earlier)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drive back to Durban for the loooooongest wedding in the history of all weddings....I put it down to research for my own.  Note to self - there will be no bland veg biryani at my wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back in Ballito, in Domestic Goddess mode.  I cook, i clean and i do his laundry... aaaah I am a keeper.  Back and forth to the restaurant which is a little slice of Cuba/The carribean right here in Durbs...its boooootiful :)  The next few days sort of roll by in similar fashion.  I'm lovin' this sneak peak into the future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say bye to Ballito and the boy....back to reality.  Durban Fashion Week needs my attention...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128887780732847957-1430986616855518975?l=novishness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://novishness.blogspot.com/feeds/1430986616855518975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128887780732847957&amp;postID=1430986616855518975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128887780732847957/posts/default/1430986616855518975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128887780732847957/posts/default/1430986616855518975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novishness.blogspot.com/2007/05/seeing-red-four-dinners-wedding-and-dog.html' title='Seeing Red - Four dinners, a wedding and a dog show'/><author><name>Novisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01657968393629382002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128887780732847957.post-275200937022061748</id><published>2007-04-26T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T06:03:15.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The long weekend begins</title><content type='html'>So the much anticipated long weekend is finally here.  And at last I've decided to get out from under the depressing rock that is the life of the "Primi Widow".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Girls Nite Out - well it was meant to be anyway.  At the last tally, 2 guys will be joining us...none of whom are my guy unfortunately.  But there will be sushi, there will be wine and there will be good company.. so chin up :)  Positive attitude and all that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then its off to Ballito for some QT with the boy... its been too long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128887780732847957-275200937022061748?l=novishness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://novishness.blogspot.com/feeds/275200937022061748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128887780732847957&amp;postID=275200937022061748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128887780732847957/posts/default/275200937022061748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128887780732847957/posts/default/275200937022061748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novishness.blogspot.com/2007/04/long-weekend-begins.html' title='The long weekend begins'/><author><name>Novisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01657968393629382002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
