Tell me where you live, and I will tell you who you are...

For those who might be expecting something more, than just another random ramble (notice the alliteration, my english teacher would be proud ^^ ) - I really do apologize to all of you.
Sadly, I do consider the following information well funny. You are more than welcome to disagree and call me immature and childish; I am both.

If you were looking for Dildo (A dildo? MY dildo? YOUR dildo? who knows), you would find it in Canada, Newfoundland. While visiting this lovely city, you can roam around the Dildo Run Provincial Park or
For obvious reasons, the inhabitants of Dildo want to change their city name. Luckily, there are also people who are fighting for keeping the old name - Lloyd George, a resident of this town, whose family has lived in Dildo for three generations, opposes and says "Why change it?" I must agree: does anyone of you see any reason to change Dildo's name? ;)
Special information: Newfoundlanders seem like a weird gathering to me. Some of the cities, which have changed their names already are: Famish Gut (now Fairhaven), Silly Cove (Winterton) or my favourite, Gayside (Baytona).

Mianus, Conneticut, has been made famous by the Jackass crew. Now, that is surely something to be proud of. On the internet, you can have a look at a map of Mianus, book a flight to Mianus... All sorts of very interesting things.
Now, just imagine your name is Richard. Now introduce yourself. "Hello, I am Dick and I live in Mianus." Or is it Youranus?

In Upper Austria, there is an old little town called Fucking. Its location seems quite hilarious to me - it is half an hour by car from the town of Petting. You can watch an episode of an English show here . He showed a photo of the Fucking traffic sign (it gets stolen very often, I wonder why.. :)) - undeerneath, there was another one saying "Nicht so schnell.", that means "Not so fast." in English. So just remember, Fucking is great, but don't ride too fast :P

There is more. Most names sound just purely sexual to my teenage ears: French Lick; Intercourse; Climax (it's about an hour away from Love, Saskatchewan); Gaysport or Blowhard.

Some are just plain weird: Waterproof; Normal (yeah, riiiight... :)); Boring; Truth or Consequences; Dead Horse; Bird-In-Hand or Monkey's Eyebrow...

Froggy Financial Times

I hope the title bemuse any single one of you. I will not be discussing the seriousness of the global financial crisis, no matter what how troublesome it is (and yes, it is very bad indeed). Nor is this an article about the Financial Times, a British newspaper (printed on "light salmon" paper, waweeeewa :))

This is the outfit I wore this Sunday. I went to a reunion party, where I met most colleagues from the Xmas 3 musical I have talked about in one of the previous post. It was great, we watched the "Making of Xmas 3 DVD" and obviously, talked (a lot :))
Anywayyy... here we go *.*

jeans: Miss Sixty (Eden)
green pullover: Zara
white collar shirt: kaky
handbag: Pepe Jeans
polka-dot tie:
belt: Levi's
shoes: Ara Shoes
newspaper: Financial Times, DUH! :)

This is probably the favourite part of my room: my smashing cosmetics table. I am a huuuge MAC addict (specktra is my homepage, that's how bad it is!! :)) and I definitely spend loads of money satiating my cosmetics-hunger... :) And this is the very place where I stash my treasure - "unfortunately" my provisions are slowly beginning to outgrow this humble table...

Music is often better than it sounds...

An alarming fact has just crossed my mind a while ago.
This is my fourth post (not much, as most of you probably agree :)) and I still haven't mentioned something, that is very likely to be my greatest passion whatsoever.
Music.
Now - I reckon most people are at least somewhat interested in music. It says a lot about people's personalities, reflects their mood swings and often helps 'em go through hard times in their lives. I am no exception.
I am absolutely addicted to my lovely iPod Classic. It is certainly one of a kind - unlike most other people, I am not fond of one specific genre. I listen to e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g.
(OK, that's a lie. 'Tis almost impossible to find techno slash trance slash anything, that sounds like "bam bam bam ba ba bam" on my Playlist. But there are exceptions... :))

But, as you've hopefully realized by now, the reason behind this article is not to diss techno.
Yesterday, I have been to a superspecial reunion and I was just going to post pictures of my outfit, but I realized I might just as well tell you what kind of a reunion it was.

I decided to sing the song Joyful Joyful :)

Gosh, this is more complicated than I thought it would be... ^^
You see, one of my best friends (eh, yeaah, I know it might seem strange at first, but I actually have friends :)) and I are both not only interested in listening to music... We write songs and lyrics, we have a vocal coach, at times we even perform on stage. He is literally one of the best singers I have ever heard live (I would obviously never tell him, tsk, I don't want him to think too much of himself, hahaha).
Ma sexy latino venezolano... LOL, I don't speak Spanish. What I'm trying to say is, that he is my dearest Venezuelan mate and he happens to be very well informed. So last April, when he stumbled upon an audition for a famous Austrian Christmas musical for kiddos from the age of 10 up to 19, he managed to make me leave my house at 10am, just to embarass myself publicly. He cunningly "forgot" to tell me something I should have realized myself anyway - the fact that people actually DANCE in a musical.

I had to learn a dialogue in German and perform it. That was sooo freaky :D

To my great surprise, not only I didn't make a total idiot out of myself - the judges even ordered me to come to the second round of the casting. And... I got in. That is really weird, because all the other people, including my friend, can actually dance - and when I say dance, I mean dance.

There were times I was almost crying out loud "Why am I even doing this?", but after all, I'm glad I did.

• The whole musical was in German - and I'm not even fluent in it. So I was proud of myself I managed to learn all the songs and communicate with the trainers and the other performers.
• The trainings began in August. The whole month of August was very hectic and sad this year, and I would have had hard time trying not to break down even if there wasn't for the musical.
• We usually started rehearsing at around 9am (or earlier) and got home at 6pm. For a lazy person like me, that's kind of purgatory.
• I couldn't meet up with my friends on the weekends, because... I had to rehearse.
• I had mononucleosis and had to stay at home for a whole month (as if that wasn't enough, it had to be October, so I just overslept my b-day). So not only I had to catch up with the things we studied at school, I also had to spend my free time practising new choreographies.

But "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger" - and now I finally know what a real musical is about and how much energy and real effort the performers put into the production.

This is the final ensemble - we were around 30 people :)

La Jungle Parisienne

I have decided (just for the fun of it - and also why not? :)) to post some of my fashion creations. I have no idea what my style is - not only I lack words to name it, I don’t even know how should I describe it. There are so many inspirational sources in this world, that would be almost impossible for me to just concentrate on a single one. Therefore, I am a fashion chameleon.



I like to have fun and my wardrobe provides me enough arousal in the morning, that lately I manage to wake up in less than three hours! (which, in my world, is almost impossible - I can stay up as long as I wish, but I just can’t get up in the morning). And due to the fact that I am a vain person and like to have attention, it is not enought for me to spend oh-so-much time putting my makeup on and fixing my hair - I also pay way-too-freaking-much attention to the choice of my daily outfit. So here is an example ;)

Dress: Dis Moi Paris

Hoodie: Juicy Couture

Bag: Guess L.A.

Shoes: Vans (Mallory in black&white)

Legwarmers: A gift from my friend (Italy)

Earrings: Swarovski

Necklace: fake pearls :))

So, as you can see, I am just another stupid camera whore :D
I just can’t help the temptation ;) XxX

Aloha, sexy people! :)

I have no idea why am I trying to write a blog, yet again. Considering I always do this when I’m sick, this might be the answer itself - pure boredom, combined with too much free time.

Not that I don’t have “better things to do” - I could study biology, there’s a big common assesment comming up on Monday. Or I could tidy my room, it seems to be far from clean. Oh, well, but I’m sick. And as a sick person, I am only allowed to do pleasant things :D So… yeah, I’m writing this article.
You might be wondering why is the name of this blog so darn weird. Firstly, I’m sick. (YES, it does seem like a good answer to me :)) I’m sick, and that is a good reason for anything stupid I do until I am a nice healthy person again. Well … eventually I might even become a nice person. But on that later.

Frau Pixie Dust… Oh, well - my first idea has been “Doomsday Insomnia”. I thought it was quite cool, until I had to type in the address in my browser. Now, not that this Tinkerbelle one is any better, or shorter - but I reckon, that it is more of a pronunceable word.
I don’t really have a story to go with it (which is out of the ordinary, because it happens, that I am totally obsessed with names) - but I like it! ^^ And considering the fact I’m sick, this should be all that matters xD

Much love,
your Frau Pixie Dust, Miss Insomnia and the world’s greatest Natural Disaster :)