<?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-17396097</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:37:49.722Z</updated><title type='text'>Thinking Out Loud</title><subtitle type='html'>It's my playground of thoughts. It's a journal just for me and those who wanna join me. I hope after you read you'll be inspired to have your own blog</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>CandyGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553250431960539822</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>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396097.post-6749944752408181046</id><published>2007-05-21T08:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-24T10:03:14.452Z</updated><title type='text'>Hows my Poker Face??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_STcSen402oQ/RlViVH1R0mI/AAAAAAAAAAc/16weV0uwknc/s1600-h/Leighty+has+strategy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068065070694650466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_STcSen402oQ/RlViVH1R0mI/AAAAAAAAAAc/16weV0uwknc/s320/Leighty+has+strategy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_STcSen402oQ/RlViVX1R0nI/AAAAAAAAAAk/t_JzCKGLXjw/s1600-h/Leigh+playing+cards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068065074989617778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_STcSen402oQ/RlViVX1R0nI/AAAAAAAAAAk/t_JzCKGLXjw/s320/Leigh+playing+cards.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_STcSen402oQ/RlViV31R0oI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L5Een4Q9Tws/s1600-h/Here"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068065083579552386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_STcSen402oQ/RlViV31R0oI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L5Een4Q9Tws/s320/Here%27s+my+girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_STcSen402oQ/RlViWH1R0pI/AAAAAAAAAA0/QRB0gkve9qg/s1600-h/Kimmy+be+crazy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068065087874519698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_STcSen402oQ/RlViWH1R0pI/AAAAAAAAAA0/QRB0gkve9qg/s320/Kimmy+be+crazy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_STcSen402oQ/RlViWn1R0qI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Ro7jO98eXD0/s1600-h/Jeremy+wants+to+be+president.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068065096464454306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_STcSen402oQ/RlViWn1R0qI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Ro7jO98eXD0/s320/Jeremy+wants+to+be+president.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that these are a little bit late but i have been a little bit busy - A little busy on FACEBOOK that is. Thats right, i've given in and i cannot look back. My addictive nature has caught me yet gain and now i feed on it as much as i possibly can. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, i wanted to put some more pics on here of my social events - this is what i was talking about thats a little late. I've posted them on Facebook 2 weeks ago but i haven't had the chance to do it here! Get over it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/17396097-6749944752408181046?l=planetcandice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/feeds/6749944752408181046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396097&amp;postID=6749944752408181046' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/6749944752408181046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/6749944752408181046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/2007/05/hows-my-poker-face.html' title='Hows my Poker Face??'/><author><name>CandyGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553250431960539822</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/_STcSen402oQ/RlViVH1R0mI/AAAAAAAAAAc/16weV0uwknc/s72-c/Leighty+has+strategy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396097.post-4107305347857086490</id><published>2007-05-09T13:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-09T14:10:11.213Z</updated><title type='text'>Blogger? Google? Its Confusing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_STcSen402oQ/RkHRCXxV_4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kn3iuzQfy0A/s1600-h/blogger+logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062557294812069762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_STcSen402oQ/RkHRCXxV_4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kn3iuzQfy0A/s320/blogger+logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_STcSen402oQ/RkHRCXxV_5I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ujaUe71gNTc/s1600-h/google+logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062557294812069778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_STcSen402oQ/RkHRCXxV_5I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ujaUe71gNTc/s320/google+logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geez Louise but my goodness... what an effort it was to get into my Blogger account! How dare Blogger do this to me? I just singed on as a Google account user and somewhere along the line, i thought that I wasn't able to get into my account. Just seems that the emails that were supposed to be sent to me, took awfully long to get into my Yahoo account. This is why i dont wanna get a Facebook... i'll leave me clueless! I'm just not geek enough!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhoo, this was the actual reason why i wanted to post. Its another one about Facebook. For some reason, the trend is really pulling me toward it. Its making me want to get one more and more and i just cant stop the feeling so i've prayed about it and i've decided, i should get one! Keep watching this space&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396097-4107305347857086490?l=planetcandice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/feeds/4107305347857086490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396097&amp;postID=4107305347857086490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/4107305347857086490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/4107305347857086490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/2007/05/blogger-google-its-confusing.html' title='Blogger? Google? Its Confusing!'/><author><name>CandyGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553250431960539822</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://bp1.blogger.com/_STcSen402oQ/RkHRCXxV_4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kn3iuzQfy0A/s72-c/blogger+logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396097.post-117646553342031821</id><published>2007-04-13T11:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-13T11:58:53.430Z</updated><title type='text'>Facebook is Evil!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/164/1676/1600/578285/facebook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/164/1676/320/936947/facebook.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Okay okay... i'm exagerating when i say evil. It cant all be evil especially when so many friends have given into the latest trend. I have blogger and thats about it. I dont have a Myspace and i dont plan getting one either. However,  Enmity has one. Take a look... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/enmitycrew"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;www.myspace.com/enmitycrew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; I promise, it wasn't my idea!! The good thing is,  i've heard that Myspace isn't trendy anymore, that its rather a little vintage. And when things get a little vintage, that is when i get into it. Facebook seems like its the latest craze or fad or whatever you wanna call it. And since i've been getting facebook invitations to join, i've decided that i will only do so once i'm ready. I've been neglecting blogger enough and starting something i promise to commit to would take some time. Its like being in a relationship and i'm not sure i'm ready for all that right now. Anyways, you'll have to watch this space if i ever decide i wanna join up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396097-117646553342031821?l=planetcandice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/feeds/117646553342031821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396097&amp;postID=117646553342031821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/117646553342031821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/117646553342031821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/2007/04/facebook-is-evil.html' title='Facebook is Evil!'/><author><name>CandyGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553250431960539822</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396097.post-117489989484905718</id><published>2007-03-26T09:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-26T10:04:54.860Z</updated><title type='text'>Confession</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/164/1676/1600/979011/brad-pitt-on-hospital-walls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/164/1676/400/992599/brad-pitt-on-hospital-walls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/164/1676/1600/330138/Jimmy%20Fallon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/164/1676/400/116949/Jimmy%20Fallon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one would believe me if i said it, so i might as well say it here. This is my secret of all secrets and i'm even fighting myself posting this on here but the truth is... if i was given a choice, I'd probably choose&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy Fallon over Brad Pitt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONT JUDGE ME!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396097-117489989484905718?l=planetcandice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/feeds/117489989484905718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396097&amp;postID=117489989484905718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/117489989484905718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/117489989484905718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/2007/03/confession.html' title='Confession'/><author><name>CandyGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553250431960539822</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-17396097.post-116946724472502145</id><published>2007-01-22T11:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-22T13:28:29.353Z</updated><title type='text'>Leo Might Just be a Genius!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/164/1676/1600/773306/blood-diamond-2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/164/1676/400/518385/blood-diamond-2006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I cant speak for everyone but i remember there to be a time when every girl i know had a picture up on her bedroom wall of Leonardo Di Caprio right after they saw Romeo and Juliet and then Titanic. I know i'm guilty of this mindless fad. There was no doubt that he was a good actor, not a single doubt, but as my taste in men differed, after a few years, Leo didn't seem that hot anymore. Then i saw the Aviator last year and i really enjoyed that... watching Leo try and perfect his craft has been quite an experience.&lt;br /&gt;I saw The Departed a few weeks ago and then Blood Diamond on Friday and both movies i enjoyed thoroughly. However, Blood Diamond was close to my heart. Leonardo overwhelmed me with excitement when i heard that South African accent. Now mind you... I've seen movies and squirmed everytime a Hollywood actor would try and use a South African accent; it would even leave a bad taste in my mouth... However, to everyone's dismay, Leonardo Di Caprio hit the nail on the head. I wont lie and say that it was perfect, there were a few minor glitches here and there but its the closest anyone in Hollywood (who's not from South Africa) has ever come. Its not just me who have made these comments but also the people i saw this movie with. I've heard american critics critisize this movie over and over again... especially when it comes to his accent. "Its too exagerated" they'll say, "Its far too thick", "Who on earth speaks like that?" "What is he trying to do?" I'll tell you who speaks like that... South Africans!!&lt;br /&gt;Our accent is a difficult one! So i cannot applaud Leo enough for making his character in this movie memorable for me! How dare you walk back into my life and make me love you again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396097-116946724472502145?l=planetcandice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/feeds/116946724472502145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396097&amp;postID=116946724472502145' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/116946724472502145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/116946724472502145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/2007/01/leo-might-just-be-genius.html' title='Leo Might Just be a Genius!'/><author><name>CandyGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553250431960539822</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396097.post-116894535420625922</id><published>2007-01-16T10:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-16T11:02:34.270Z</updated><title type='text'>I dislike Vicky B</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/164/1676/1600/857975/David%20Beckham.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/164/1676/400/477190/David%20Beckham.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Who remembers that goal David Beckham scored frrom the half way line a whole decade ago? That was the goal that launched his career... as he progressed into fame, he eventually became the highest paid footballer in the history of paid footballers. He played for the best English Premier League - ofcourse, the one and only Manchester United! Eventually the Sir got tired of his whining girly voice and made the move to Spanish team Real Madrid, a team filled with Has Beenz! He was Captain of The English team, played in 3 World Cups! I'm not going to go through all his endorsement deals and all his football highs and lows! But i will tell you exactly why i posted about him...&lt;br /&gt;This mickey mouse voiced football hotty (i cant deny it... the guy is friggin hot) just signed a contract to play for LA Galaxy. Thats correct people... LA, as in Los Angeles in the USA. He says its to promote football in the USA but we all know exactly why he's leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its definetly because of this at the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/164/1676/1600/503327/vicky%20is%20fake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/164/1676/400/455604/vicky%20is%20fake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm not exactly sure what it is because this girl never looked like this even 3 yrs ago. She's crazy fake, fake boobies, fake tan and the fake way she makes her idiotically handsome husband think she actually cares about his football career! Ever since The Spice Girls, Vic has been wanting to make the move to Hollywood (her not so awesome talents could not get her there), so what does she do? She befriends Tom (the crazy scientologist) Cruise and Katie (i wanna be a crazy scientologist) Holmes and forces her husband to do the same. Then every night she asks David to move to L.A. so she can have the Hollywood lifestyle she's been dreaming about. When he refuses, she reminds him of that time he committed adultry! David cant take it anymore.... so she gets her wish! Lights, Camera, Action... Hollywood!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396097-116894535420625922?l=planetcandice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/feeds/116894535420625922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396097&amp;postID=116894535420625922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/116894535420625922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/116894535420625922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-dislike-vicky-b.html' title='I dislike Vicky B'/><author><name>CandyGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553250431960539822</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-17396097.post-116498396099808606</id><published>2006-12-01T14:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-03T05:18:58.640Z</updated><title type='text'>Guess who was a Bridesmaid for my Best Friends' Wedding???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/164/1676/1600/356475/SA%20HOLIDAY%20PHOTOS%20(283).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/164/1676/320/739992/SA%20HOLIDAY%20PHOTOS%20%28283%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/164/1676/1600/257326/SA%20HOLIDAY%20PHOTOS%20(279).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/164/1676/320/652486/SA%20HOLIDAY%20PHOTOS%20%28279%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396097-116498396099808606?l=planetcandice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/feeds/116498396099808606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396097&amp;postID=116498396099808606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/116498396099808606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/116498396099808606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/2006/12/guess-who-was-bridesmaid-for-my-best.html' title='Guess who was a Bridesmaid for my Best Friends&apos; Wedding???'/><author><name>CandyGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553250431960539822</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-17396097.post-116463663649956786</id><published>2006-11-27T12:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-28T07:04:53.413Z</updated><title type='text'>Church, Beach, Pizza, Football and a Toast to Friendship, Love and The Future!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Its a pity i dont have any available pictures yet but i gotta tell you that i had an awesome day yesterday. I got up for church, early on Sunday morning and sat next to Jeremy. Down the seating isle was Mich, Shelley and Leigh. We all listened intently as Ross preached from the Gospel of John15 and Isaiah5. It was a good listen and I think that each one of us sat deep in thought as we tried to think of ways to apply the message of God to our lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;14hoo, after church, Jeremy picked me up to go to Clifton. Jeremy, Leigh, Mich, Garth and I tanned the afternoon away. We shared many laughs, many memories, private jokes and even more sun block.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;18h00 We went back to the Mulligans... Same folk but Christine joined us as we watched a good game of football. Manchester United and Chelsea FC. Score 1-1. Christine has no idea how football works. Not to worry, we did our best in educating her on the game. We also decided to stay for supper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;21h00 I went over to Kirsty's and Leighton's new home. There were more than enough friends to congratulate the beautiful couple (sorry Kitty... i called you guys a couple again!). Julia, Kim, dD, Jeremy, Neil, Chris, Mich, Leigh and I. We opened a bottle of white wine and toasted to Kitty and Leighton's new home, their love, our love for them and each other, their future, our futures, our friendship and for God's blessings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What an awesome day... What awesome friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am, without a doubt, blessed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396097-116463663649956786?l=planetcandice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/feeds/116463663649956786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396097&amp;postID=116463663649956786' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/116463663649956786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/116463663649956786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/2006/11/church-beach-pizza-football-and-toast.html' title='Church, Beach, Pizza, Football and a Toast to Friendship, Love and The Future!!'/><author><name>CandyGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553250431960539822</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396097.post-116427502347204476</id><published>2006-11-23T09:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-23T09:43:43.486Z</updated><title type='text'>18th November 2006 - The Wedding!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/164/1676/1600/259691/landk4DSC03334.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/164/1676/320/771871/landk4DSC03334.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/164/1676/1600/241982/landk2DSC03332.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/164/1676/320/732701/landk2DSC03332.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm filled with emotions as i write this post... but not as much as i was on the day. I watched 2 of my best friends marry each other Saturday past and when i think of it, my heart is filled with so much love and joy. What a beautiful day for a beautiful couple... Kitty was a beautiful as ever and Leighton; distinguishly handsome! I pray God to bless them in their marriage together. I love you both so much, thank you for your influence in my life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget... I was lucky enough to be apart of their bridal party! YAY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396097-116427502347204476?l=planetcandice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/feeds/116427502347204476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396097&amp;postID=116427502347204476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/116427502347204476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/116427502347204476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/2006/11/18th-november-2006-wedding.html' title='18th November 2006 - The Wedding!'/><author><name>CandyGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553250431960539822</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-17396097.post-116367733244760002</id><published>2006-11-16T11:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-16T11:42:12.466Z</updated><title type='text'>An Ode to the Wedding</title><content type='html'>Jess, Eitan and i were messing around waiting for Kitty to get home and we wrote a cute little poem... I totally love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The music begins to play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;5 o'clock you walk in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Dad gives you away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And the nuptials begin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;5 beautiful bridesmaids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;5 short handsome men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A kiss from your husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Let the part begin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Drol brings on the beats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And the latest hip hop hits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;dD gives a speech&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;While people eagerly awaits the toast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But the buffet line have peoples mouths watering the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Kitty and Leighton... we love you so much&lt;br /&gt;From Candy, Jessi and Eitan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396097-116367733244760002?l=planetcandice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/feeds/116367733244760002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396097&amp;postID=116367733244760002' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/116367733244760002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/116367733244760002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/2006/11/ode-to-wedding.html' title='An Ode to the Wedding'/><author><name>CandyGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553250431960539822</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396097.post-116230313847832108</id><published>2006-10-31T12:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-31T14:01:11.406Z</updated><title type='text'>I Bet your Dogs name is iPod!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/1600/haha-dork-i-bet-your-dogs-name-is-ipod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/320/haha-dork-i-bet-your-dogs-name-is-ipod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's been a couple things that have been happening and still to come that i have not blogged about and feel the need to do so now... This will also be the end of the Natalie Dee postings so enjoy the last one!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things that have happened&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jessica, one of my dearest highschool friends who moved to England then to Hungary and then back to England visited her homeland for my best friends' wedding.&lt;br /&gt;2. Kitty took Jessica, nadine, Hayley, Christine and I out for dinner and then asked each of us to be her bridesmaid.&lt;br /&gt;3. I said yes... I am truely honoured!&lt;br /&gt;4. Leighton picked his bestmen which includes Jeremy (thats my boy), Neil, Joel, Eitan and dD!!&lt;br /&gt;5. I've been to so many borthdays in Spetember its not even funny... dD, Nadine, Kimmi, Julia and Mine... i love ya all.&lt;br /&gt;6. I went to Kirsty's wicked lingerie party where i sipped cosmopolitan after cosmopolitan&lt;br /&gt;7. Did i ever mention the Jay-Z concert?&lt;br /&gt;8. Enmity had a really good gig session at The Coffee Bean in Rondebosch... thanks for all those who supported us&lt;br /&gt;9. I'm doing a relationship course at my local church&lt;br /&gt;10. Roland decided to move in at our crib.&lt;br /&gt;11. Leigh has been totally annoying me&lt;br /&gt;12. I'm missing my brother who is in Scottland very very much&lt;br /&gt;13. Kurt is so dumb for "breaking up" with me!!&lt;br /&gt;14. We're done with the book of Mark at Young Adults Bible Study&lt;br /&gt;15. Kitty also hada pantry party&lt;br /&gt;16. Swak that i wasn't invited to leighton's stag!!&lt;br /&gt;17. I have to wear a yellow dress to Kitty and Leights' wedding and have gone for fittings!&lt;br /&gt;18. My mom's sister's 50th. Happy Birthday aunty Meryl&lt;br /&gt;19. Was at Rhodes House for the very first time the past friday... let the good times roll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things to Happen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Michelle's 23rd Birthday&lt;br /&gt;2. Kitty and Leighton's Wedding!!&lt;br /&gt;3. My brother comes back home- YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;4. Craig De Sousa Everything Album launches in Cape Town on the 1st of December at Opium... and i'm all over it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it. At the moment, i'm house sitting and looking after a friends 15 year old daughter while she goes galavanting in India with her boyfriend. She's already been to Spain and England this year! Its tough being me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;In the middle east&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396097-116230313847832108?l=planetcandice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/feeds/116230313847832108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396097&amp;postID=116230313847832108' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/116230313847832108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/116230313847832108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-bet-your-dogs-name-is-ipod.html' title='I Bet your Dogs name is iPod!'/><author><name>CandyGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553250431960539822</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396097.post-116134825182638988</id><published>2006-10-20T10:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-20T12:49:19.250Z</updated><title type='text'>Fortune Cookie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/1600/fortune-cookie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/320/fortune-cookie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've had some really interesting dates before and felt deeply for some really interesting people in very interesting ways but not all of them have a felt so strongly like i do for him, in such a short period of time. And then... he "breaks up" with me and pulls the friendship card as a substitute. It seems like he pretended to be everything he said he was and at the really crucial part, he couldn't pretend any longer and i walk away without any questions asked. I'm angry and annoyed that he lied, i'm angry and annoyed that i never asked for a good explanation, i'm angry and annoyed that i'm still hurt... But mostly, I'm angry and annoyed because of how angry and annoyed i am. Man... this post does not make sense. I usually never vent out my emotions about any of my romantic interests but i'm doing so now for this is my blog anyways. But i guess that this is where "Loving someone when they need it the most but deserve it the least" comes into play. That quote comes from the Relationship course i'm doing at St James, Kenilworth on thursday nights. Recently i understand through application, how intricate this is for me, especially when i'm angry and annoyed and then i read stuff like this and i realise why i'm doing it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I sometimes wonder whether part of the deal with the forbidden fruit from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil was that we'd stop thinking about God and his beauty and start focussing on our own. Adulthood seems to be the constant comparison of yourself with others and you've gotta stop and think whether that is really just a mark of the fall. That, in the new creation, part of its beauty will flow from the elimation to compare and contrast everything with everyone else. Instead we can finally relax and fall helplessly and joyfully into God's loving and accepting glory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The day I'm welcomed 'home', I'm going to walk through those pearly gates, pull my pants up as high as I can get them, then bow before my King.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;~Craig Tubman, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396097-116134825182638988?l=planetcandice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/feeds/116134825182638988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396097&amp;postID=116134825182638988' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/116134825182638988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/116134825182638988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/2006/10/fortune-cookie.html' title='Fortune Cookie'/><author><name>CandyGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553250431960539822</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396097.post-116100084974231562</id><published>2006-10-16T11:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-16T12:14:09.983Z</updated><title type='text'>Allow me to Introduce myself... My name is Hov, H to the O-V</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/1600/Jay1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/320/Jay1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yeah yeah, i know... I said that i was gonna post Natalie Dee cartoons when i post but i think this man right here needs a post on its own. I've been trying to blog about this for a while but everytime i wanna; i dont have the time or my pc freezes or i get distracted or blogger wont post the darn thing. Its actually been real frustrating. Anyways, the reason i wanted to post this was cause Jay-Z performed here in Cape Town, my city, a few weeks ago and i just gotta tell ya how much i thoroughly enjoyed it. This was the first time Jay performed on african soil so i'm glad he got to do it in my home city. His flow, his bounce and his beats was unstoppable and he brought Memphis Bleek with him. I've been to quite a few concerts... but Jay-Z's was amazing! Thank you Jay for th entertainment... it was pretty spectacular, everything i thought it would be and much more!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna give a shoutout to my girl Mich, thanks for always joining me with these concerts. Good times girl, good times indeed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396097-116100084974231562?l=planetcandice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/feeds/116100084974231562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396097&amp;postID=116100084974231562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/116100084974231562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/116100084974231562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/2006/10/allow-me-to-introduce-myself-my-name.html' title='Allow me to Introduce myself... My name is Hov, H to the O-V'/><author><name>CandyGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553250431960539822</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-17396097.post-115986424041447730</id><published>2006-10-03T07:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-05T12:24:22.243Z</updated><title type='text'>Blog About It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/1600/blog-about-it.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/320/blog-about-it.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Unlike the pretty picture of the clouds and the sun... it just does not represent my day at this time. Dont get me wrong, its a pretty day today, there is a sun and there definitely are clouds outside and the tempreture is very reasonable... but still, i think my bad luck is more present today than usual.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was late for work because the trains were late. Metrorail sucks!! And when i say sucks... i mean sucks really badly! I got up early especially for the early train so that when i get to work... i can relax with a cup of hot coffee but nooo.... Metrorail has other plans for my day. So i'm guessing you're thinking, you win some you lose some right? WRONG! This morning i get up early, thinking i can catch a ride with my mom. I mean we're travelling in the same direction and she's usually very prompt (much more than i am), why not get a ride from the momma? We're good for time even though the highway, once again, is terribly jammed. It doesn't matter, we knew that would happen, Cape Town roads leading to town are usually jammed during the week, thats why we left early until... i hear a sort of clutter coming from the bonet area and smoke seemed to hiss through the tight air spaces. Horrified, my mom pulls on the side of the road and we watch in amazement the amount of smoke and heat that came from the front of the car. No longer than 2 minutes later, 2 traffic officers came to our rescue, so if anyone rags on the traffic officers in Cape Town, i would not want to hear it. These 2 guys helped a load, they just happened to have 5litres of water and this anti freeze coolant liquid stuff you pour in a certain part of the car in some pipe (does it show i know absolutely zero about cars??) on them.&lt;br /&gt;Well, i got to work 20 minutes late and had to explain all of it to my boss. I hate being that girl who's late for work, its so embarrassing and even though there is nothing i could do about it, i cant help but feel totally hopeless. It's just not sexy!&lt;br /&gt;With all this, I'm fully aware that Traffic Officer Yunus Majal and Traffic Officer Wayne Rosslind wasn't there for kicks and giggles or even by accident. My mom and I wouldn't know what on earth to do if these guys didn't give us a helping hand so we applaud then for doing a job well-done but I give all Glory and Honour to God for being our true Rescuer! In more than just one sense!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396097-115986424041447730?l=planetcandice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/feeds/115986424041447730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396097&amp;postID=115986424041447730' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/115986424041447730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/115986424041447730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-about-it.html' title='Blog About It'/><author><name>CandyGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553250431960539822</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396097.post-115884535059766782</id><published>2006-09-21T13:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-21T13:29:10.710Z</updated><title type='text'>If it rings he cant pick up cause he dont got arms get it??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/1600/if-it-rings-he-cant-pick-up-cause-he-dont-got-arms-get-it.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/320/if-it-rings-he-cant-pick-up-cause-he-dont-got-arms-get-it.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ah man... i just got went to natalie dee's website  &lt;a href="http://www.nataliedee.com"&gt;www.nataliedee.com&lt;/a&gt; and checked out some of her new stuff. they're awesome. So for next week... everytime i blog, i'm gonna post one of her cartoons on my blog. I have to post something and my life is pretty much not happening at the moment... so feed on this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Just wanna give a shoutout to my boy Kim... Happy Birthday my angel... 24 already!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/17396097-115884535059766782?l=planetcandice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/feeds/115884535059766782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396097&amp;postID=115884535059766782' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/115884535059766782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/115884535059766782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/2006/09/if-it-rings-he-cant-pick-up-cause-he.html' title='If it rings he cant pick up cause he dont got arms get it??'/><author><name>CandyGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553250431960539822</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396097.post-115865676839154454</id><published>2006-09-19T08:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-19T09:11:41.090Z</updated><title type='text'>Introducing.... Brent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/1600/brent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/320/brent.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't actually posted anything about him previously, not even when i first started blogger but i am now. His my younger brother who actually thinks his older than i am. His 22 yrs old and does not live anywhere close to me. He decided to move not only to another country or another continent but to a whole other hemisphere... Scottland! He sent me a Multi Media Message, this pic right here. This is the most recent pic i have of him since i haven't seen him in 4 months and I'm missing him like crazy. He looks healthy dont he... at least i know he's eating. He has promised to come home in December for Christmas so i'm definitely looking forward to that right there. Brent... thanks angel, i'm totally digging on the thumbs up.&lt;br /&gt;If the picture is not clear enough, mind you, the picture was taken from his camera phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396097-115865676839154454?l=planetcandice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/feeds/115865676839154454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396097&amp;postID=115865676839154454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/115865676839154454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/115865676839154454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/2006/09/introducing-brent.html' title='Introducing.... Brent'/><author><name>CandyGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553250431960539822</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396097.post-115857398099460555</id><published>2006-09-18T08:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-18T11:05:48.463Z</updated><title type='text'>Damn Those Gunners!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/1600/Manchesterunited-arsenal.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/320/Manchesterunited-arsenal.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay okay... so Aresenal won that game last night. In my opinion... it was a well deserved win even Sir Alex Furgeson admits to it. Manchester United took a beating from the Gunners yesterday on their home ground. Old Trafford was filled with United supporters who raged and booed to most of Alex Furgesons decisions. The protests were most apparent when he decided to take Rooney and Scholes off the pitch. Emmanuel Abedayor had an awesome all round game and in the end he was the only goal scorer of the match. Both teams looked good in the 1st half but the Gunners held their own in the 2nd half while Manchester United seemed to slow their pace and looked tired on their own pitch. This was quite a disappointement to me and all the Red Devil supporters across the world! Christiano Ronaldo had so many opportunities to score and missed them, he just didnt seem to be on his mark yesterday and same goes to Rooney. You might have won the battle Arsenal but you have not won the war!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Highlights of this game&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When Gilberto Silva takes a penalty kick and Tomasz Kuszczak saves it (in the words of the late Steve Irwin (crikey, what a beaut)&lt;br /&gt;- When Jens Lehmann gets knocked in the face with the ball (that was hilarious)&lt;br /&gt;- When Jens Lehmann got angry at John O'Shea and O'Shea just turns around and smiles at Lehmann like "Nigga is you crazy?"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/1600/583.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/320/583.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's a pic of Gilberto Silva taking a penalty kick (which was saved by Tomasz Kuszczak). I wanted to get a pic of Lehmann getting a ball in the face but i couldn't find one on the net. Jens Lehmann... You Suck!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396097-115857398099460555?l=planetcandice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/feeds/115857398099460555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396097&amp;postID=115857398099460555' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/115857398099460555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/115857398099460555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/2006/09/damn-those-gunners.html' title='Damn Those Gunners!!'/><author><name>CandyGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553250431960539822</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396097.post-115806590334717075</id><published>2006-09-12T12:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-12T13:10:35.156Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Candy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/1600/candles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/320/candles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy Birthday to me&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to me&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday dear MEEE!!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to me&lt;br /&gt;You yeah you guessed it. I'm 25yrs old today man and i'm absolutely... love/hating it! For many different reasons... Turning 25 is just another step closer to being 26. 26 is just another step closer to being 27. 27 is just another step closer to being 28 etc etc... I'm loving it cause its one of those days where i get special attention from everyone. I just wanna thank God for sparing me another year and that it is only by grace that i am still here. I wish to spend this year in total trust that God is fully in control of all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396097-115806590334717075?l=planetcandice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/feeds/115806590334717075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396097&amp;postID=115806590334717075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/115806590334717075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/115806590334717075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-birthday-candy.html' title='Happy Birthday Candy'/><author><name>CandyGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553250431960539822</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396097.post-115797434275257332</id><published>2006-09-11T09:56:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-09-13T12:25:00.930Z</updated><title type='text'>WOOHOO, Its time for Camp!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/1600/franschhoek.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/320/franschhoek.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/1600/franschhoek2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/320/franschhoek2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/1600/franschhoek-13-g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/320/franschhoek-13-g.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;After many set backs Jessica, Mich and I were finally on the road. It was time for our anual St James, Young Adults bible study camp... destination: FRANSCHOEK! Once you're off the N1, there aren't many lights in site. Its just you and your car lights and if you dont have any brights... you're in trouble. We were happy to make it to camp, saftely. When we stepped out of the car, we were happy to be greeted with friendly faces. Kim (who happens to be a dude), Leigh (who happens to be a dude but spells his name like a chick) and Jeremy seemed comforted that we were at camp with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Craig gave the talks in which he entitled; CROSS EXAMINED! It was awesome getting a better understanding of who Jesus is and what He came to do and what it meant for Him to die on the Cross! God's love for us is truly unfathomable, I've never ever known another love like this before and i guarentee that as long as i am on this earth, i would not come close! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;While most of the camp was focused on The Word, there were alot of discussions as far as 1Corinthians7 was concerned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;While being on camp, I also focussed on building my friendships i have with my brothers and sisters in Christ. Its phenomenal when the people you are close to; are sharing the same experiences, growing with each other in Christ, enjoying the teaching and discussing what we have been taught, watching the rugby (GO BOKKE, GO) and laughing and "acting the fool" with each another. Thank you guys for sharing that with me. Thank you God for giving me the opportunity to share that with my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;While driving back home... Michelle, Jess and I reflected on our weekend away. We prayed and put our experiences in our friendship memory box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I added a few pics of Franschoek! The first one is the map of the Western Cape, showing directly where Franschoek is on the map. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The second one shows you the small town of Franschoek... its very popular for its wine farms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This is Huegenot Monument. One of the landmarks in Franschoek. Those who went on camp with me should be very familiar with this landmark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396097-115797434275257332?l=planetcandice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/feeds/115797434275257332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396097&amp;postID=115797434275257332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/115797434275257332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/115797434275257332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/2006/09/woohoo-its-time-for-camp_11.html' title='WOOHOO, Its time for Camp!'/><author><name>CandyGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553250431960539822</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-17396097.post-115753153202469965</id><published>2006-09-06T07:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-06T08:32:12.060Z</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;After the number of blog checks i have done, i've decided to start blogging again. I know, i know... its been a long while since i've said anything on here but here i am now. However, i have been doing regular blog checks just to see whats been up. What i do realise once again is how i dont know how to post other blog links on my blog. This sucks... it's like being back at square one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I have a brand new job actually. Yeah yeah, i've been running around back and forth from job to job, but this one i actually like. Like really like. It's almost perfect for me at this time, God really has blessed me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Anyhoo... its not like i dont have news because in fact i do but i'm thinking about keeping it all till the next time i blog. This is just to introduce myself again! Baby steps 1st! I'm gonna start enjoying this again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;MwahxXx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396097-115753153202469965?l=planetcandice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/feeds/115753153202469965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396097&amp;postID=115753153202469965' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/115753153202469965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/115753153202469965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>CandyGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553250431960539822</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396097.post-113345534568804446</id><published>2005-12-01T16:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-01T16:42:25.703Z</updated><title type='text'>University of Cape Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/1600/uct1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/400/uct1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/1600/uct.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/400/uct.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... since i have been complaining about the long hours i have been working, i didnt get to tell you about whats my favourite part of working at the University.&lt;br /&gt;It has to be the part when i walk to my car in the darkness and watch the lights of Cape Town from UCT. It's so awesome and so beautiful. I have a birds eye view of the whole City in all its glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought to post a few pics of UCT (in my opinion, the most beautiful campus in Africa)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396097-113345534568804446?l=planetcandice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/feeds/113345534568804446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396097&amp;postID=113345534568804446' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/113345534568804446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/113345534568804446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/2005/12/university-of-cape-town.html' title='University of Cape Town'/><author><name>CandyGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553250431960539822</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396097.post-113343454879808029</id><published>2005-12-01T10:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-01T10:55:49.386Z</updated><title type='text'>Bla Bla Bla...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Today has been a tough day. My wrists are cramping, my fingers are aching, my ass feels like it's about to fall off at any time, my back... dont let me get started on my back... i need a massage... and definitely one by Leighton if i chose the masseuse. I really feel as if i have been over worked and havent gotten a full nights rest in about 3-4 weeks. It's just work work work and no play. I love working here though because i have my hommeyz out here doing the same thing and having Garth sit next to me and keep me entertained. YAY for Garthy!! Only downfall is that we both complain alot about how tired we are working these crazy hours at UCT (University of Cape Town)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I think this is the last day i'll be here, not actually sure because no one has given me a direct answer but summer has arrived and i have plans to spend all my time at the beach since i have like another months leave. Talk about incredible. We've had good weather and only once has it rained but like for 5 minutes which shouldn't really count.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Oh sure, i do have news besides this constant rambling. Marc, my friend from high school, Marc, just asked his girlfriend to be his wife - so he got engaged! Congrats Marc-EE. So that makes Marc, Dale and David Venter who got engaged round about the same time. I wish you all the happiness in the world on earth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So yeah... i gots nothing to say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Chat laterz?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396097-113343454879808029?l=planetcandice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/feeds/113343454879808029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396097&amp;postID=113343454879808029' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/113343454879808029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/113343454879808029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/2005/12/bla-bla-bla.html' title='Bla Bla Bla...'/><author><name>CandyGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553250431960539822</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396097.post-113319643840522590</id><published>2005-11-28T18:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-28T16:47:18.420Z</updated><title type='text'>Pics? U want pics?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/1600/candz%20and%20mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/400/candz%20and%20mom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had people desperately asking me to post a pic on my blog to at least have some idea of what i look like. Unfortunately... i dont have any recent recent pics and i dont have any on the UCT computers as well... so here's what u stuck with. It's a pic of me and my mom... her hair is shorter in this pic and i'm a little younger as well... not much younger but younger!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396097-113319643840522590?l=planetcandice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/feeds/113319643840522590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396097&amp;postID=113319643840522590' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/113319643840522590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/113319643840522590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/2005/11/pics-u-want-pics.html' title='Pics? U want pics?'/><author><name>CandyGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553250431960539822</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396097.post-113291511380157850</id><published>2005-11-25T12:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-25T10:50:56.830Z</updated><title type='text'>What is it?</title><content type='html'>What is it you ask? Well... my friend Kirsty has been trying to sit me down a listen to this rapper she's been talking about for almost ever! I wanted to hear it just i never got round to doing so until yesterday i heard the smooth tunes of instrumental creativity and then the voice of the Canadian MC, Kirsty has been ranting and raving about for the past few months. The MC... K-OS. And i must say... i immediately loved it. Canadian MC's aren't very popular in South Africa because we're forced to hear some of the commercial trash i often hear on the radio. I wont be dawging the commerical trash, at least not full force smack talk because i have also given into the commercial trash and almost need to know what is on 50's new album, who's he trash talking and who he and the rest of G-Unit got beef with. Not forgetting how much i love bouncing to his beats. I have decided that i have to change the music i so often listen to for the simple reason that i could find my muse in musically talented and creative genius such as K-OS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396097-113291511380157850?l=planetcandice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/feeds/113291511380157850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396097&amp;postID=113291511380157850' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/113291511380157850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/113291511380157850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-is-it.html' title='What is it?'/><author><name>CandyGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553250431960539822</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396097.post-113285296576263785</id><published>2005-11-24T19:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-25T10:41:49.266Z</updated><title type='text'>Been A While?</title><content type='html'>Ofcourse it has DUH! I do have an excuse but i wont use it. It's not an excuse enough to weigh the unupdate of Candy and her blog. Well what can i say... not much has happened. I'm a tad bit tired lately because i switched jobs and work relentlessly for several hours but it wont be for very long. Must say... call me slow and what not but i just heard what a friend of mine has heard in forever. But i will let everyone know what the big secret is later...&lt;br /&gt;Watch this space for more info&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396097-113285296576263785?l=planetcandice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/feeds/113285296576263785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396097&amp;postID=113285296576263785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/113285296576263785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/113285296576263785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/2005/11/been-while.html' title='Been A While?'/><author><name>CandyGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553250431960539822</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-17396097.post-113058375695045606</id><published>2005-10-29T13:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-29T11:54:52.640Z</updated><title type='text'>My 100 Things List</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well... i have been reading everybody's 100 things list for the past 2 weeks and i thought that it was my time to do my own. Everyone was so brutally honest in theres which was actually so kinda brave to put it out there. I dont really speak about me or my past very well. So this is kinda really strange for me. Well, here goes nothing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;1: My second name is Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2: My mother knew what she was gonna call her baby girl when she was 18. She had me when she was 23.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;3: I was born in September 12th, 1981&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;4: I am my mother's first born&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;5: I have two brother. Brent (21) and Regan (13)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;6: The only other city i ever lived in South Africa besides Cape Town is Johannesburg. I was really little and dont remember it very much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;7: I would never live in Johannesburg ever again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;8: I am very close to my extended family but only from my mother's side (it includes aunts, uncles, cousins and grandparents)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;9: I only have one grandparent left. We're very close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;10: My grandfather has colon cancer. He isn't getting any better and everytime i see him i have to fight back the tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;11: I went to a public primary school but a private highschool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;12: I have many very good friends. Leighton (leights), Kirsty (kitty) and Jeremy i have known since i was 11-12 years old. We are best friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;13: I have many guy friends but no friendship could ever compete with me and my galpal Kirsty. She is very special to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;14: My mom and dad got a divorce when i was 6 years old. It was a good thing. He used to beat her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;15: March 13th, 1996 was the day i asked the Lord to be personal Saviour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;16: I have a nervous habit of biting my nails. I really hate that i do that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;17: I have very dark eyes and very dark hair, as in almost black. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;18: I have not coloured my hair in 4 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;19: I stutter when i am nervous or excited. It's not a bad stutter and not many people notice it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;20: I really love hip hop and soul. It fits my musical preference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;21: My favourite celebrity couple at the mo is Beyonce and Jay-Z. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;22: Jay-Z is my favourite rapper and Beyonce is one of my favourite singers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;23: I am colabrerating with a Christian band called Enmity. I do vocals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;24: I play a very little guitar. It's not enough, i wanna learn more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;25: I tried surfing many times, i wasn't very good at it and just quit trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;26: Whenever I see a beautiful view or something amazing about God's creation I always think about David's quote in Pslam8:1 &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O LORD, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;27: I take really good care of my mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;28: After highschool i went very wayward and experimented with drugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;29: During my wayward period i smoked alot of weed and snorted cocaine. Weed didn't really appeal to me but cocaine did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;30: After my wayward period, I recommited my life to Christ but i have been a struggling Christian ever since. I dont smoke weed or do cocaine at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;31: I really hate triming my hair but i know i have to, i really like having long hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;32: The longest time i have ever slept was 15 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;33: I dont have much in common with my blog friends i found on the internet but it seems we all really like the movie Pulp Fiction which i my favorite movie ever made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;34: My favorite actor is Denzel Washington&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;35: I would like to be the wife of Tyson Beckford - i think he is so yummy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;36: Out of the 4 seasons, i like summer the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;37: I really love the taste of beer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;38: I have been inlove twice. The first one i met while in highschool, his name was Dale. The second one is "The American", his name is Christian. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;39: "The American" obsessed(this is too much of a harsh word) about getting married to me. I was 20 years old and thought i was too young. I told him to come to South Africa and meet my family and then i'd think about getting married. He said he will come down to SA in May, by March, he had found someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;40: I kinda "stole" Dale (my ex) from my cousin. A year and some bit later... she "stole" him back from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;41: I think that was by far the most selfish thing i have ever done. I would never look at any of my family's or friends' boyfriends like that ever again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;42: My cousin and I are still very very close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;43: I have experienced NYC in the winter. It's very beautiful during the winter time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;44: I have travelled to many states and cities on the east coast of the USA, i have never been on the west coast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;45: I have met many chat and internet friends face to face. This includes "The American". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;46: My favourite place on earth in the summer is Clifton Beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;47: My favourite seafood resturants are Ocean Basket and Quay Four.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;48: My favourite seafood is prawns or the garlic mussels they have at Ocean Basket - yummy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;49: My favourite sport to watch on the tellie is football (soccer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;50: I am such a tomboy! Always have been and probably always will be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;51: My favourite physical feature on me will probably be my lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;52: I'm really starting to get into indian cuisine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;53: I think that the Wootang is HOT! I have a feeling he knows he is but he aint telling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;54: I have not had an exclusive boyfriend for almost 3 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;55: I think i am commitment phobic. Everytime i get involved with someone i make things difficult for us to have a relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;56: I do not need a shrink, i have Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;57: I really like spending time with these people lately... Kitty (but ofcourse), Leighton, Jeremy, dD, Neil(neelyboy), Kimmi Q, Paul, Jared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;58: I think that i have a really good singing voice and many people compliment me on it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;59: I was 13 years old when i had my first open mouth "french" kiss. The boy i kissed told everyone at school i was a bad kisser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;60: After that i went on a french kissing spree and kissed almost all the hot boys at school just to prove him wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;61: I have been told many times that i'm a really good kisser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;62: I got so good at kissing, i now truly believe i am the best kisser on the face of this earth (hows thats for modesty?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;63: Many of my friends think that i'm actually a funny girl (and no, not funny looking)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;64: My 2 best girlfriends, Christine and Kirsty both graduate this year... Chris will officially be a doctor and Kirsty an architect. I am so proud of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;65: I have changed my major 3 times. 1st i was a musical theatre major and then i was an OT major and then i majored in Psychology. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;66: I am very smart... i'm just very lazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;67: I have very blonde moments - i just hide them very well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;68: I only got my drivers license just after i turned 22. I am such a procrastinator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;69: I can tap dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;70: I have had the biggest crush on David Beckham when i was 17 years old and now again at 24. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;71: My favourite tv series is Lost! I really love that show!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;72: Sometimes i forget that Nelson Mandela is no longer South Africa's president. I really like him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;73: I think the colour red looks really good on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;74: Once when i was about 22 years old, my dad and i had an argument, he ended up hitting me in my face and the back of my neck. I was bruised for a couple of days but i hid for a week. I have never told anyone this (no, not even Kirtsy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;75: I have forgiven my father just i have a hard time building a relationship with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;76: I really want a Yorkshire Terrier by the end of this year. Whether it will be a girl or a boy, i dont know but i will call it Joey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;77: I am going back to University next year... i really like being a student. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;78: I love music... I'm listening to Cold Play at the moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;79: I still dont know how to upload a picture of myself on my blgger profile and also dont know how to link other peoples blogs onto the right corner of my blog. Someone teach me... i am so computer illiterate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;80: I have seen very little of London and Amsterdam... i really wanna go back and see more of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;81: Even though i could be commitment phobic i fear that all my friends will get married, have kids and have lives of their own while i will never find that special someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;82: I have been very depressed before about 5 years ago when i cried everyday for about 4 months. When i left to live in the USA, i snapped out of it. I promised myself to never get that deeply depressed again, i haven't since!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;83: I hate crying. I hardly ever cry anymore. There was a time where i didn't cry for over 2 years. Crying makes me feel weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;84: In 2 years time, i plan to live in London for about 2 years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;85: I'm more attracted to manly men than pretty boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;86: My favourite song of all time is &lt;strong&gt;I am Ready for Love &lt;/strong&gt;by&lt;em&gt; India Arie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;87: &lt;/em&gt;I cant choose between Seinfeld or Friends being my all time favourite sitcom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;88: I used to think that waitressing was the worst job ever until someone told me about nursing. I'm so happy that people can actually do the things that nurses do, i dont think i would ever be a nurse. I hope it pays very well too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;89: I think that i am addicted to coke (yes, the one that comes in litres not in grams) . Sorry for those who are dont use the metric system. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;90: When i drink alcoholic beverages, i have this nasty habit of lighting up a cigarette! I am contemplating to not drink at all anymore but as i said... i really love the taste of beer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;91: I'm a very social person. I really like starting conversations with people, especially in my work place, not just over the internet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;92: When i lived in the USA, most of the people i befriended were either foreigners or people whose parents were foreigners. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;93: I really like blogging and reading other peoples blogs. I have a few blogs i read almost daily most of which are women. I think that they're really very interesting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;94: I just recently got another parking ticket. That makes 3 in four months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;95: I am typing this from work... i dont have the internet at home anymore. I am hoping to get it soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;96: My contract ends at this job on Monday the 31st. I really liked working here. I will still be working in the same building, just not on the same campaign.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;97: I'm not very keen on working on a Saturday. I believe this is supposed to be my free time. I work an 8-5 job everyday of the week... why should i come in on a Saturday? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;98: I have eaten MacDonalds and KFC in the USA, Amsterdam, London and South Africa... it really does taste the same everywhere!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;99: I dont like flying very far or long distances, i never get any good sleep on the plane. I also get very nervous when a plane takes off. I always say a short prayer before it takes off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;100: I am glad i have finished my 100 things list. i have been procrastinating about it for a while but i thought it was only fair for me to do it since i quite enjoyed reading everybody elses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396097-113058375695045606?l=planetcandice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/feeds/113058375695045606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396097&amp;postID=113058375695045606' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/113058375695045606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/113058375695045606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-100-things-list.html' title='My 100 Things List'/><author><name>CandyGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553250431960539822</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396097.post-113040656343277132</id><published>2005-10-27T11:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-27T09:57:24.773Z</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated To The Wootang!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/1600/Clifton22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/400/Clifton21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/1600/Clifton3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/400/Clifton1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I was told that i have not posted on my blog for a while and there had to be something to say. Hmm... I have been so busy at work lately that i never got round to doing it. There were things i had to say, just no time to post it! Sorry to all of you who wait in patience to read my blog. I really do appreciate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Well, firstly, i can start telling you what was the best part of my day. It was a beautiful sunny morning in Cape Town today - Summer is arriving and i'm almost excited about it! So i get off the N2 and onto Eastern Boulevard and the most aromatic smell of the ocean swept me away in all its glory! I love the smell of the ocean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;When i left home and moved to the US, i missed that smell so much. The smell of the ocean reminds me of home. So one of the most exciting things about the summer is that i get to spend much more time at the beach while i try and get browner than what i already am (which is not brown enough i should add) and during summer evenings when the wind doesn't pick up we light a couple of candles and chill under the star lit sky. So i thought to post some pics of one of my favourite places i like to hang-out during the summer. It's a place i'd like to call my summer home... Clifton Beach &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;P.S. Brenton N.B: Ek smaak jou stukkend :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396097-113040656343277132?l=planetcandice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/feeds/113040656343277132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396097&amp;postID=113040656343277132' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/113040656343277132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/113040656343277132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/2005/10/dedicated-to-wootang_27.html' title='Dedicated To The Wootang!'/><author><name>CandyGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553250431960539822</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>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396097.post-113016743412751070</id><published>2005-10-24T17:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-24T15:24:40.413Z</updated><title type='text'>Enmity's Prayer Request</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/1600/bass%20guitar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/320/bass%20guitar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enmity and I (i'm just colaborating) have just finished our 4 track album. It has been fun. I finished my vocals and Stevie (the lead guitarist) has finished filling in some pieces. I'm actually quite ampt about it. It's the first time i did a little recording in my lifetime. I think it sounds good, really good. I'm happy with it.&lt;br /&gt;Now we're looking to gig. Any place! But it's a little difficult. Sepho, Enmity's bass guitarist and MC, left to New York, to study jazz and it's been a little difficult trying to get someone to fill his shoes. He really has set a standard... he is exceptionally good. So we're kinda auditioning, searching for people who can place him, which has been a little difficult. No, wait... extremely diffcult! So anyone... if you're listening... here's a prayer request. I'd really appreciate it so that Enmity and I can continue making music for Our Maker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Him&lt;br /&gt;Candice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396097-113016743412751070?l=planetcandice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/feeds/113016743412751070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396097&amp;postID=113016743412751070' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/113016743412751070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/113016743412751070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/2005/10/enmitys-prayer-request.html' title='Enmity&apos;s Prayer Request'/><author><name>CandyGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553250431960539822</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396097.post-112980516642868072</id><published>2005-10-20T12:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-20T14:30:18.070Z</updated><title type='text'>Memories Fade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/1600/calling-off-worker-bee1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/400/calling-off-worker-bee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I like this little cartoon... it's actually quite cool. I found it surfing the internet. It's called calling-off-worker-bee. There are many but this one appealed to me the most. Probably because i need a vacation or maybe take off "sick leave". Naa... just kidding hey! Not that i dont need a vacation... just that i wont be taking off any kind of sick leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... So i was chilling at home yesterday and i was going through things. Funny what you find when you trying to clean your room. I had this poem lying around. A poem i wrote a while ago and i thought what the hell... Why not share it. Besides, it's a very different time in my life and I actually liked it when i wrote it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Memories Fade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I lay in bed as the night grows darker&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The air is cool but a breeze lifts the bedroom drapes off the floor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am reminded of those months I spent with him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Those weeks we spent alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I close my eyes to memorize his face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But the appearance fade away as the thought seems to have vanished&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not even the photographs capture the quintessence of my attraction for him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The feeling of his hand touching mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;His lips kissing mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;His pulse racing simultaneously with mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;His fingers in my hair a&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And his breath on my neck&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Slowly ascending to my shoulders.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cannot even utter his name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it repeats several times in my head...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want to forget&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But the time between us are too many&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I open my eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Exhausted of my missing him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I roll over and draw the covers over me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reluctantly knowing I will never see him again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100 points if you know who that poem is about. 'The American' ofcourse. Oh yes... That's how i refer to  him lately, that's if i ever do speak about him. I cant believe how smitten I was. I have never been that smitten since. Come to think about it, i have not been smitten in a long time. Oh well... Not that i have actually found anyone i would wanna have a serious long-term-leading-to-marriage relationship with. *SIGH*&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough with the mooshy details about my ex and my unsuccessful rocky relationships that do not exist anymore. The wonderful life of Candice Arries.&lt;br /&gt;At least i still have my hommies, they have always stuck around. Maybe i should write a poem or something about them. No, i think our adventures together would make an even greater book. What about that guys? Just so that you know incase i don't say it often... I love you all dearly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396097-112980516642868072?l=planetcandice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/feeds/112980516642868072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396097&amp;postID=112980516642868072' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/112980516642868072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/112980516642868072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/2005/10/memories-fade.html' title='Memories Fade'/><author><name>CandyGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553250431960539822</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396097.post-112962182186333957</id><published>2005-10-18T09:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-18T07:50:21.870Z</updated><title type='text'>Which 80's Movie Are You?</title><content type='html'>Ok ok... just surfing the net... you know how i do. Well... actually surfing other peoples blogs. It's fun. I promise you... u should try it sometime. Anyways... &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/1600/Breakfast%20Club.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" height="140" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/400/Breakfast%20Club.jpg" width="117" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;there's this quiz i took and i invite you to take it too. i'll send you the link&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zenhex.com/quiz.php?id=6255"&gt;http://www.zenhex.com/quiz.php?id=6255&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actually quite stupid but i just did it for fun. Not much work to do today. For some reason... I am The Breakfast Club. Funny... this is actually one of my favourite 80's Movies... you can check on my profile... it's there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what it said about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday detention blows, but you make the best of it. You get to know your wierd peers and you learn a lot about your self. Who are you kidding, you learn a lot about sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, i told you it was stupid!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396097-112962182186333957?l=planetcandice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/feeds/112962182186333957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396097&amp;postID=112962182186333957' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/112962182186333957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/112962182186333957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/2005/10/which-80s-movie-are-you.html' title='Which 80&apos;s Movie Are You?'/><author><name>CandyGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553250431960539822</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396097.post-112953424901642780</id><published>2005-10-17T09:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-17T07:30:49.026Z</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Update</title><content type='html'>I had just about one of the most relaxing weekends ever besides the fact that i was at work on Saturday. Okay... so let me get started then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, i spent the whole night at home. I couldn't go out for the fear that i may not be able to wake up on the Saturday morning work time. So i decided to just chill on the couch and watch some good old fashion tv. There wasn't anything interesting on the tellie except that a new series just started and i got to watch the first episode. It's called, Huff. About a shrink (Hank Azaria) who gets to hear peoples problems whole day at work and when he gets back home... he has a wife and a mother who are always at each other's throats. In this episode, he chats to one of his teenage patient's; somehow the kid gets angry and he shoots himself infront of the shrink. The episode ends when Hank goes through a nervous break down. I actually like it... i will be watching more episodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday comes... i'm in the office. After i finish what i was asked to do i left. Just 5 hours in the office - no sweat! Got my hair "did" at the family hair dresser. Just a snip and a blow... nothing crazy like highlights yet. When i got home, I read a little for about 2 hours, took a nap (also for about 2 hours) and got up to find 4 miss calls to my phone. I actually had a "date". No man... not a date, date! I planned to spend a night out with Neil, one of my homey's. Just a little dvd watching besides there were movies people recommended for me to watch. Million Dollar Baby being one of them. When Neil picked me up, Kirsty, Leighton, Jeremy and dD accompanied him in his van. I love it... the more the merrier besides, these are my hommies... i absolutely love spending my time with my dear friends. We got to the dvd store Kirsty and I definitely wanting to watch Million Dollar Baby. I dont think the guys were very keen  at the beginning but Kitty and I soon talked them into it. Yes... the skills of a woman. The movie was great... good fighting scenes, good comedy now and then, good training scenes, the relationship between the boxer and her manager scenes... superb stuff. Until we got to the essential part... her at the hospital after a "dirty fight"... And the dvd cuts out. Yes, just like that, cuts out. Can you believe our luck? We attempted... at least Neil attempted to get it going again but nothing, nada... finished. So we discuss in a group what we think the ending is about and we acted a fool a bit, Kirsty showing off her fighting moves while i was inspired to go out and learn to box. Hahaha.... good times. I really enjoyed myself even though i didn't get to see the whole movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday... Mervyn Eloff gave an excellent sermon at St James morning service. After the morning service, i took my mom out for lunch with my two brothers just to some random steak and grill place. Gots to say... the food was delicious. I then drove over to see my grandpa. He looked good yesterday, not very ill. He seemed to be in a good mood as well. I like seeing him like that... i feel good when he feels good. Then i spent a few hours with my cousin Michelle... we just talked - mostly about the episodes of LOST she has missed. Soon afterward, i had to get ready for the evening service at church. Another excellent sermon... God's Word Above All Things. Ross said something yesterday that got me thinking. Something i never gave much thought to. It was that The Bible could never be written by man alone. God's scripture is just so carefully written and awesome that mere men could never have just thought it and written it. It has to be the work of God. That truly touched me yesterday evening... i was so encouraged. The rest of the evening was spent infront of the tv, watching the final episode of LOST, Season 1. What a good episode, what a great weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396097-112953424901642780?l=planetcandice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/feeds/112953424901642780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396097&amp;postID=112953424901642780' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/112953424901642780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/112953424901642780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/2005/10/weekend-update.html' title='Weekend Update'/><author><name>CandyGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553250431960539822</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396097.post-112937701426073654</id><published>2005-10-15T13:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-15T11:59:05.163Z</updated><title type='text'>All That I Am</title><content type='html'>Ok... I'm here at work on a Saturday. Not that there's muchado on a Saturday.. I'm just here so that my boss can do his reports early on Monday morning and I'm just helping him a little. So yes, I am here at the office and I put on the radio. And just one of those songs, you remember from High School happens to pop up. The song i'm talking about? Joe, All That I Am. I love this song... it reminds me of my little crushes i had on the boys back in my JWCS days. How sweet it to be young. No responsibilities or at least a very little . No running around after your boss to make his job easier. Oh well... such is Life. I didn't have anything to insert todayso i thought the words of Joe' 97 Hit Single...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;La da dah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;La da dah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;la da da da da dah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;la da dah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Check it)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't buy you fancy rings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or all the expensive things&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're used to, baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No trips around the world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No diamonds or pearls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To give to you, baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But what I've got to give&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is more precious&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Than you'll ever know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pre-Chours:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My deepest in feelings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart and soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chours:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause all that I am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is a man in love with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(You, yeah)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause all that I am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is a man who's heart is true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A man in love with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeah yeah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl I know you know I'm blind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause, when I look into your eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You meet me halfway&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Yes you do)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just accept me as I am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Try to understand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I want you always&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just give me the chance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'll show you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The world, my love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah yeah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pre-chours:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chours:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deny it all you want&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you have&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your doubts about me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Your doubts about me)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just put them all aside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And follow where your heart leads&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(That I am)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is a man who loves&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(You)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All that I am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who's heart is true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby yeah yeah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause all that I am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is a man who loves you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(You)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh babyMan in love with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah Yeah Yeah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah Yeah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh Oh Oh Oh Ooh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Man in love with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness... i'm a Hopeless Romantic. What can I say... There's just something about Joe that gets me like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396097-112937701426073654?l=planetcandice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/feeds/112937701426073654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396097&amp;postID=112937701426073654' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/112937701426073654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/112937701426073654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/2005/10/all-that-i-am.html' title='All That I Am'/><author><name>CandyGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553250431960539822</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396097.post-112910692831697015</id><published>2005-10-12T10:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-12T08:48:48.610Z</updated><title type='text'>On The Train</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I took the train home. I think it would be good taking the train home. Reasons why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: I live very close to the train station&lt;br /&gt;2: I work very close to the train station&lt;br /&gt;3: My car takes alot of Petrol&lt;br /&gt;4: Petrol prices are up the pole&lt;br /&gt;5: I just dont have the money for it&lt;br /&gt;6: Summer is near... it wont be raining alot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah... I was on the train and usually i fall asleep but yesterday... i was observant. There was this one guy on the train, quiet guy. Probably a blue collar worker, I would think so because of the clothes he wore. Dirty tracksuit, dirty takkies (sneakers or whatever you wanna call it), hands and face dirty. He takes his hankerchief out his pocket and cleans his hands with it. He scrathes around in his pocket and takes out a very small book and starts reading. It looked like a bible from where i was sitting. Me, being the most inquisitive person i know... i focus my eyes on the cover of the book... just to see what it is. It was a bible. Not the whole one, just the New Testement. Every now and then I would look at him from the corner of my eye but he didn't seem to notice. He just kept on reading. Just once he looked up and i think it was to see which station he was on.&lt;br /&gt;I was very encouraged. Sometimes i forget how valuable The Bible is and here was this guy who took so much joy in reading the little New Testement booklet he kept in his pocket. Close to him, being careful not to damage the pages. There's a few days that go by that i don't even look at my Bible. It just lays there... closed and i neglect to open and see what God has done for me. And when i have a battle with myself to read it, i make excuses. Naa... not today, i'm too tired; ive got other things to do; my favourite tv show will be on soon. Imagine Jesus made those excuses. He wasn't too tired to die for us; He wasn't too busy doing other things and He never postponed it because his favourite tv show was on ( i know there wasn't any tv's back in thse days but you know what i mean). Jesus knew his priorities and we owe it to Him to know ours and to know it is to do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396097-112910692831697015?l=planetcandice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/feeds/112910692831697015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396097&amp;postID=112910692831697015' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/112910692831697015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/112910692831697015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/2005/10/on-train.html' title='On The Train'/><author><name>CandyGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553250431960539822</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396097.post-112901850972784400</id><published>2005-10-11T11:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-11T08:15:09.730Z</updated><title type='text'>My Favourite Men from LOST...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/1600/Jack6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/400/Jack6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/1600/Jack41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/400/Jack41.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/1600/Jack7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/400/Jack7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/1600/Jack21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/400/Jack21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/1600/Jack51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/400/Jack51.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Jack... he's the leader of the Lost ones. He's a doctor I should let ya know. He has been married before but i'm not really sure why he got divorced or even when. He had a fall out with his father who's also a doctor. He testified against him in court that is when his father fled to Austrailia. His father eventually dies there and Jack flies to Aussy to fetches his dads coffin and puts it on a plane back to LA. The plane crashes and there goes the reason why his LOST on the island. If he looks familiar and you just cant place him... He acted in Party of Five as the older brother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396097-112901850972784400?l=planetcandice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/feeds/112901850972784400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396097&amp;postID=112901850972784400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/112901850972784400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/112901850972784400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-favourite-men-from-lost.html' title='My Favourite Men from LOST...'/><author><name>CandyGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553250431960539822</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-17396097.post-112902445637172045</id><published>2005-10-11T10:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-11T09:54:16.376Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/1600/Sawyer51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/400/Sawyer51.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/1600/Sawyer31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/400/Sawyer31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/1600/Sawyer1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/400/Sawyer1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Sawyer" is Lost's bad boy. Thing is, he's misunderstood. He's had a dramatic past at a very young age. He's mother had an affair with a young man and when he's father found out, he killed her and then committed suicide leaving "Sawyer" as the avenger of the man who was responsible for all of this... His mother's lover. Thing is... "Sawyer" isn't his real name, Sawyer is actually the name of the man who is responsible of his unstable past. He travelled all the way to Aussy to kill the man and when he eventually does murder a man... he realises that it wasn't the one he was looking for. So he gets on the plane to LA to find the real Sawyer only to be LOST with the rest of the crew on the island. Even though he acts like the bad boy... he has a huge heart which he hides very elliquently. He's got an attraction for Kate and vice versa but nothing has happened as yet... just one kiss. His Southern charms are something to be reckoned with. I find him very attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/1600/Sawyer41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/400/Sawyer41.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/1600/Sawyer21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/400/Sawyer21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396097-112902445637172045?l=planetcandice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/feeds/112902445637172045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396097&amp;postID=112902445637172045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/112902445637172045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/112902445637172045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/2005/10/sawyer-is-losts-bad-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>CandyGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553250431960539822</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-17396097.post-112902264012231470</id><published>2005-10-11T10:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-11T09:24:00.133Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/1600/Jin2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/400/Jin2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/1600/Jin3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/400/Jin3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/1600/Jin1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/400/Jin1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This man here is Jin. He's Korean and not Chinese who doesn't speak a word of english until he got to the Island. He is  married to Sun who is also Lost with him. Jin is a fisherman's son. Even though he loves his father, he is embarrased of him and has never told Sun that he is alive. Jin works for his wife's father, who's the kingpin to a Korean mafia, as some kind of hitman or assassin. Jin was doing business for Sun's father from Aussy but I think he wanted to go to LA to run away with Sun since he hates his job. He loves his wife very much but felt betrayed because he had only recently found out that she can speak english and has kept it away from him for so long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396097-112902264012231470?l=planetcandice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/feeds/112902264012231470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396097&amp;postID=112902264012231470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/112902264012231470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/112902264012231470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/2005/10/this-man-here-is-jin.html' title=''/><author><name>CandyGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553250431960539822</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396097.post-112902112214493886</id><published>2005-10-11T10:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-11T08:58:42.150Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/1600/Charlie3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/400/Charlie3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/1600/Charlie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/400/Charlie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/1600/Charlie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/400/Charlie2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Charlie. He used to be the bassist to a famous band called &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/1600/Charlie4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/400/Charlie4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Drive Shaft. He is also a drug abuser but decided to go cold turkey to kick the habit off while he was on the island. Before he got Lost... he asked his brother to have a Drive Shaft reunion where Drive Shaft could get back onto the scene but his brother didn't want it. Charlie took a plane to LA to reunite the band and thats why he is LOST on the island. He has become a sort of protector to Claire and almost a father figure to her son Aaron. Charlie looks familiar because he played a Hobbit in Lord of the Rings. His name then was Merry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396097-112902112214493886?l=planetcandice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/feeds/112902112214493886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396097&amp;postID=112902112214493886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/112902112214493886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/112902112214493886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/2005/10/this-is-charlie.html' title=''/><author><name>CandyGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553250431960539822</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-17396097.post-112902915432813265</id><published>2005-10-11T10:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-11T11:12:34.333Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/1600/Boone2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/400/Boone2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/1600/Boone3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/400/Boone3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/1600/Boone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/400/Boone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/1600/Boone5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/400/Boone5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was Boone. Unfortuntely Boone dies in Season1, Episode20: Do No Harm. Before Boone was on the island he went down the Aussy to rescue his sister (the blonde sitting next to him in one of the pics) from her boyfriend but it ends up to be a trick to get more money from him. Shannon is then tricked by her boyfriend who runs away with all the money her brother was tricked into giving  them. She then calls the only person who will help her. Boone to the rescue &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/1600/Boone4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/400/Boone4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and takes Shannon home with him to LA. But it is not where they end up... they both get LOST with the other people who boarded the plane. We later find out that Shannon and Boone has slept together but aren't real brother and sister. Their parents are just married. In Episode20: Do No Harm... Boone get's into a plane which is on the edge of a cliff. Somehow the plane loses its balance and falls to the ground, with Boone in it. Jack tries to help him (being a doctor) but it is too late. Boone dies. I believe that Boone is secretly inlove with Shannon but i'm not exactly sure. His last and final words on the island were to Jack... "Tell Shannon, tell Shannon". And there he goes. He is and will be missed. His piercing blue eyes and boyish good looks will definitley be missed. Wow... now he is what you call a beautiful man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396097-112902915432813265?l=planetcandice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/feeds/112902915432813265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396097&amp;postID=112902915432813265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/112902915432813265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/112902915432813265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/2005/10/then-there-was-boone.html' title=''/><author><name>CandyGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553250431960539822</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-17396097.post-112894549850281036</id><published>2005-10-10T20:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-10T11:58:18.510Z</updated><title type='text'>LOST...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/1600/Lost%20Emmy"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/400/Lost%20Emmy%27s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emmy Award winning stuff. I love this programme... It seems that i am not the only one who loves it. They won a couple of Emmy's and why not? Probably about the only decent thing on TV at the mo. Such a pitty though... not all the cast members in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/1600/LOST3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 488px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="228" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/400/LOST1.jpg" width="468" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There has not been another TV series i have ever enjoyed like i am enjoying at the moment. No programme hs made me respond the way I do to LOST. The first season is coming to a close here in South Africa and I cant wait for Season2 yet. It's not just the fine men who act in this series but almost everything about this show gets to me... I love the plot, I love the twists, I love the secrets, I love the eerie music after an episode! What can I say... I just love it! Anyone who's a LOST fan probably have the same sentiments i do about this show. WOW... incredible. Don't get me wrong, the stunning men are just added bonuses to this very largely successful tv series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/1600/LOST21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/400/LOST2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the Island from left right: Sawyer, Jack, Kate, Michael, Sun, Jin, Claire and Charlie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/1600/Lost%20men1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/400/Lost%20men1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WOW... hotties! Hotties I tell ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396097-112894549850281036?l=planetcandice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/feeds/112894549850281036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396097&amp;postID=112894549850281036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/112894549850281036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/112894549850281036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/2005/10/lost.html' title='LOST...'/><author><name>CandyGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553250431960539822</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-17396097.post-112869039442737946</id><published>2005-10-07T22:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-07T13:06:34.490Z</updated><title type='text'>A Trip Down Memory Lane</title><content type='html'>"Lets take our shoes off", Karin requested as we walked on the beach sand.&lt;br /&gt;'Uncle' was right behind us, watching our every move.  Her curls bounced up and down as she skipped, hopped and then sat down to take her shoes off. Michelle followed her, imitating her every motion. Karin was about 8 yrs old; she was older than her cousins, Michelle and I. Because she was older, she felt like she was the leader, we thought she was the leader as well, at least second in command to Warren but he wasn't on our summer holiday this time. I didn't take my shoes off, I was afraid that they were going to be lost... besides; they were my Christmas present from my mom. I hadn't gotten much presents since my mom moved away from my dad. She explained that they were divorced now and we had to be careful with money.&lt;br /&gt;'Uncle' tapped me on my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;"Do you want to take your shoes off? I'll keep them for you."&lt;br /&gt;I liked 'Uncle' a lot. He had been so nice to us this summer. He was the only grown up who had taken us to the beach on our holiday. He wasn't really our uncle; he was actually a friend of Pa's. He was so energetic to be a friend of Pa's. He wasn't as grey and he seemed like a big kid, I knew i could trust him.&lt;br /&gt;I took my shoes off and buried my toes in the cool sand.&lt;br /&gt;"Not too far girls, not too far", 'Uncle' yelled in the distance.&lt;br /&gt;Karin and Michelle had walked too far forgetting that 'Uncle' was the real leader. Karin ran back toward us, her curls bounced along with her. Michelle's tiny legs followed as usual, her long hair blowing wildly in the wind. She was 5 years old and had the wildest imagination. She often told Karin and I incredible stories about what she did during the week while we were at school. I never believed her but would never say it, i don’t know why; i think it's because her stories kept me quite amused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of my cousins carried their own shoes. I didn't want to seem like a baby, besides, i had just finished my first year at 'big school' and Michelle was still in pre-school.&lt;br /&gt;"Ok uncle, I’ll carry my own shoes", I insisted, not wanting to look like a complete whoosy. 'Uncle' handed my shoes back to me and I joined my cousins, he followed close behind.&lt;br /&gt;"See that"? 'Uncle' announced as he pointed to the sand.&lt;br /&gt;All four of us stopped to look to the ground&lt;br /&gt;"See those little holes in the sand? If we dig, we'll find mussels out here."&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't exactly confident about what mussels were but I was positive Karin knew. Both Michelle and I looked for her response. She seemed just as puzzled. Of course 'Uncle' noticed our confusion.&lt;br /&gt;"Mussels are shell fish, sometimes they hide in the sand when the tide brings them to shore. Who wants to dig for mussels?", Uncle shouted excitedly.&lt;br /&gt;"Me", yelled Karin&lt;br /&gt;"Meeee!!” Michelle and I screamed, louder with more excitement.&lt;br /&gt;With that we automatically threw our shoes to the ground and started digging with our fingers, each one choosing their own tiny hole but staying close to one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time Karin got bored of digging the same whole and found nothing, she moved to the next one. Michelle did the same.&lt;br /&gt;"Not too far girls, not too far. The tide is coming in soon."&lt;br /&gt;He looked over to the ocean as the waves crashed to the shore.&lt;br /&gt;I remained at my hole and kept digging. Even though I didn’t get to see any mussels... I found interesting shells buried underneath the sand and at least I had some idea of what a mussel looked like. 'Uncle' didn't dig his own hole but helped each of us with ours.&lt;br /&gt;After several minutes of digging the same whole, I felt something hard.&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe it was another cool shell I can add to my collection."&lt;br /&gt;I brushed off the thought of finding a mussel but getting shells seemed just as fun, i was also pretty proud of my deep hole I dug. I put one hand in the whole and reached for the shell, struggling to get it out of the sand. Finally I got a good grip on it and pulled it out. I opened my hand to find a white shell, more beautiful than any of the shells I had gathered. It looked like a mussel; it had another shell on top of it but couldn't pull them apart; they were shut tight. It wasn't black like the other mussel shells i found in the sand either.&lt;br /&gt;'Uncle' helped Michelle start on her new hole.&lt;br /&gt;"Look uncle, look. I found this? Uncle do you know what it is?" I asked with excitement.&lt;br /&gt;He walked over to me, Michelle by his side. I handed the shell and he examined it closely.&lt;br /&gt;"It looks like it could be a clam or even an oyster."&lt;br /&gt;Karin picked up her shoes and ran to see what the fuss was about.&lt;br /&gt;"You're lucky! If there's a pearl in it, you could be rich."&lt;br /&gt;He handed it to me and gave me a quick wink. With that, Michelle and Karin gathered around me, they wanted to take a look at it, I gladly showed it off. I was proud on my oyster; I worked pretty hard for it.  We ooed and ahhed unaware of the big wave was heading our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOSSSHHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wave caught us by surprise. Karin ran away quickly and Michelle followed closely behind her. I dropped my 'oyster' and ran after my shoe that was being taken by the wave.&lt;br /&gt;"Uncle, uncle... my shoes!!" I exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;I got the left foot but the right was too far deep. My pants and my t-shirt were soaked and 'Uncle' stopped me from going further into the sea. I watched my shoe float on top of the backwash. Uncle ran after it, hoping to try and get it but the shoe was too far in. 'Uncle' walked back to the shore, unsuccessful and his clothes all wet.&lt;br /&gt;"It's too far in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought to jump in but i knew 'Uncle' wouldn't let me. I brushed the thought off quickly. Instead, I bit my lip while tears filled my eyes. If my cousins didn't think i was a baby before, they definitely did now. I didn't want them to and i didn't want 'Uncle' to think it either but it was my Christmas present my mommy gave me, she would be angry, I didn't want her to think that I never appreciated her gift. I also noticed that I didn't have the 'oyster' anymore but I didn't care, I wanted my shoe back.&lt;br /&gt;Streams of tears ran down my face. I wiped them away with my hands but instead got sand in my face. 'Uncle' knelt before me and wiped the tears from my eyes and the sand from my face.&lt;br /&gt;He held me close as Michelle and Karin both hovered over me.&lt;br /&gt;Michelle patted my head getting sand in my hair and assured me everything was going to be okay. This time, it was Karin who did the same.&lt;br /&gt;"Do you want to head back home?" Uncle suggested.&lt;br /&gt;Home meant back to the holiday house, I knew that and it was exactly where I wanted to be. I nodded my head, tears still streaming down my cheeks. I really liked those shoes; they were my favourite Christmas present I received.&lt;br /&gt;'Uncle' got up and held my hand. Instead of running around for the other hand as she normally did, Michelle grabbed mine. Karin thought it was a great opportunity since she never got to hold 'Uncles' hand at all during our little visits to the beach. As we walked back home, Michelle looked at my tear stained cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry Candy, you don't have to worry about anything. The whales have it, they'll look after your shoe."&lt;br /&gt;I knew that comment was said to make me feel better but I was a little disturbed by it. I didn't want the whales to look after my shoe; they were more likely to rip it to shreds. My mommy had told me stories about this one guy Jonah who was supposed to do some work for God but instead he ran away and then one night on a ship, a whale swallowed him whole and kept him there for a good few days... I was not comforted by this thought. My eyes once again filled with tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to the house Aunty Amy was entertaining Pa and his friends. I ran to her telling her that my shoe had been washed away, still crying. My grandfather approached me. He was tall, very tall. He wore a golf cap and suspenders to keep his pants up. My mom always mentioned that he had high hips.&lt;br /&gt;"What's the matter now?"&lt;br /&gt;He picked me up and placed me on a table. He pulled my bottom lip with his dry thumb and wiped my tear stained cheeks with his hands.&lt;br /&gt;"So, we'll just have to buy you a new pair tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;"But my mommy bought them for Christmas, she's going to be very angry."&lt;br /&gt;"No she won't, I'll tell her I lost them. I'll buy new shoes tomorrow, better ones."&lt;br /&gt;I stopped crying, I believed him. I believed that only he could get me better ones.&lt;br /&gt;"Now go and wash your face girl, it's almost time to eat."&lt;br /&gt;He lifted me off the table and put me gently on the ground. With that, I ran to the bathroom to wash my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a based on a true story. I know that my Pa plays a really small part in it, but to me, it's my favourite part. Pa and 'Uncle' did buy me another pair of shoes the following morning and yes they were better ones. I don't know why I remember that, I was 7 years old for goodness sakes. I just do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396097-112869039442737946?l=planetcandice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/feeds/112869039442737946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396097&amp;postID=112869039442737946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/112869039442737946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/112869039442737946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/2005/10/trip-down-memory-lane.html' title='A Trip Down Memory Lane'/><author><name>CandyGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553250431960539822</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-17396097.post-112859484049526753</id><published>2005-10-06T19:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-06T10:34:00.500Z</updated><title type='text'>What a Beauty!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/1600/Bentley2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/320/Bentley2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/1600/Bentley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/320/Bentley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... i wanted to post one more thing on my blog. I just got an email this morning, it has to do alot with cars. Now usually, i dont go all crazy about cars like the men do at work. I dont even think i could have a good conversation about cars because i know the bare minimum about it and i have no interest in educating myself about it either. Until...&lt;br /&gt;I got this beaut picture of a Bentley. It actually came in an email as a funny in bad taste (which i actually found amusing cause i forwarded it to most of my friends) and i want to paste it on my web. I also looked for another picture on the net. I'm just hoping you'd appreciate it as much as i did!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396097-112859484049526753?l=planetcandice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/feeds/112859484049526753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396097&amp;postID=112859484049526753' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/112859484049526753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/112859484049526753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-beauty.html' title='What a Beauty!'/><author><name>CandyGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553250431960539822</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396097.post-112859113402349242</id><published>2005-10-06T18:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-06T09:32:14.026Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/1600/Cape%20Town%20CBD2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 424px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="111" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/400/Cape%20Town%20CBD1.jpg" width="414" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought to add a couple of pictures of my favourite city. This is the Cape Town's CBD area&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 442px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="270" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/400/CT%40nite1.jpg" width="420" border="0" /&gt; Cape Town when the sun hasn't gone all the way down yet. I wish all the evenings were like this but then again... i might not appreciate them as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/1600/CT%20Harbour2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/400/CT%20Harbour1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cape Town City Harbour. I told you it was beautiful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396097-112859113402349242?l=planetcandice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/feeds/112859113402349242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396097&amp;postID=112859113402349242' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/112859113402349242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/112859113402349242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-thought-to-add-couple-of-pictures-of.html' title=''/><author><name>CandyGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553250431960539822</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396097.post-112859138547363231</id><published>2005-10-06T18:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-06T09:37:58.916Z</updated><title type='text'>A Good Day in the City</title><content type='html'>Yesterday must have been the most windest day in Cape Town in a long time now. Well... Cape Town is a very windy city but yesterday was as much as i could handle. It's a good thing i sat in my office the whole day and worked a bit on my blog. It seems to be looking good and i love posting. It's like my little project that i'm carrying through. I have never carried through anything in the last few years so i'm quite proud of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the weather is nice - sun is up, blue skies but tempreture is still a bit low. While driving along Eastern Boulevard i could see the horizon and most of Cape Town Harbour so it must be a good day. That will be one of my favourite things about working here in the CBD area during the summer, i get to see Cape Town Harbour coming from the freeway. WOW!! It is beautiful. Only God could create something so astoundingly amazing. Aren't we just the luckiest people?? What a special gift from God not to mention the birth of His Son and having Him die on the Cross to save us from our evil sins. God gives us so many gifts. Can i get an Amen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Kurt's Birthday today (one of my superiors at work). He turned 31. Doesn't look that way... he looks pretty good if you count how much he drinks. I always thought that drinking had a profound effect on ones looks. I guess he's got good genes. Well Happy Birthday Kurt except that you are never going to see this. Oh dont worry, whoever reads this... i have wished him today besides, he is one of my superiors. I need to get a permanent job before the end of the year, i cannot be a temp all my life. Bwahahaha. Just kidding... my birthday wish to him had no ulteria motives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396097-112859138547363231?l=planetcandice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/feeds/112859138547363231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396097&amp;postID=112859138547363231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/112859138547363231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/112859138547363231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/2005/10/good-day-in-city_06.html' title='A Good Day in the City'/><author><name>CandyGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553250431960539822</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-17396097.post-112850925064105730</id><published>2005-10-05T19:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-05T10:47:30.643Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/1600/Map.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/320/Map.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Where the heck is Estonia and Suriname you ask? Well... I have a map here for you guyz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396097-112850925064105730?l=planetcandice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/feeds/112850925064105730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396097&amp;postID=112850925064105730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/112850925064105730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/112850925064105730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/2005/10/where-heck-is-estonia-and-suriname-you.html' title=''/><author><name>CandyGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553250431960539822</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-17396097.post-112850842944443405</id><published>2005-10-05T19:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-05T10:33:49.443Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/1600/Nate%20Berkus1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/320/Nate%20Berkus1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A tiny pic but what a hottie!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396097-112850842944443405?l=planetcandice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/feeds/112850842944443405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396097&amp;postID=112850842944443405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/112850842944443405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/112850842944443405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/2005/10/tiny-pic-but-what-hottie.html' title=''/><author><name>CandyGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553250431960539822</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-17396097.post-112850793506368174</id><published>2005-10-05T19:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-05T10:25:35.066Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/1600/Jerry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/320/Jerry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a cutie! Damn that Rebecca!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396097-112850793506368174?l=planetcandice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/feeds/112850793506368174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396097&amp;postID=112850793506368174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/112850793506368174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/112850793506368174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-cutie-damn-that-rebecca.html' title=''/><author><name>CandyGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553250431960539822</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-17396097.post-112850674950421667</id><published>2005-10-05T19:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-05T10:05:49.506Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/1600/Jerry%20and%20Becky3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/164/1676/320/Jerry%20and%20Becky3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry O'Connell and his beautiful fiance Rebecca Romijn. After she kicked John Stamos to the curb, she decided she was going to have Jerry as her new beau.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396097-112850674950421667?l=planetcandice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/feeds/112850674950421667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396097&amp;postID=112850674950421667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/112850674950421667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/112850674950421667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/2005/10/jerry-oconnell-and-his-beautiful_05.html' title=''/><author><name>CandyGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553250431960539822</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-17396097.post-112850369959739036</id><published>2005-10-05T18:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-05T09:15:00.223Z</updated><title type='text'>News and such...</title><content type='html'>This is actually quite funny. I read a link on someone elses blog today about how two Presidents of very different small countries (but yet, similar in many ways) met each other over the internet. They got along very well in the beginning. They realised that their countries were very similar in some ways and shared gifts and even shared the same humour... it's actually quite a funny story. Now they have indifferences and sorta declaring war on each other. How irresponsible... How are these people presidents... even if they are presidents are small countries. I have the link if you want to check it out!  &lt;a href="http://www.theonion.com/content/node/27865"&gt;http://www.theonion.com/content/node/27865&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i surfed CNN.com...&lt;br /&gt;I see that Lindsey Lohan was in another car crash recently. Who are the people who gives these people drivers licenses?? Just because they can afford the most expensive cars dont really mean they can all drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://edition.cnn.com/2005/SHOWBIZ/Movies/10/05/lohan.crash.ap/index.html"&gt;http://edition.cnn.com/2005/SHOWBIZ/Movies/10/05/lohan.crash.ap/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Oprah last night and smsed Johan while doing so. Shame man... sweet guy. Anyways, the show was about Nate Berkus decorating Jerry O'Connell's home. While i was watching it, i could not believe how handsome Nate Berkus actually is and what a nice guy Jerry is. Jerry O'Connell has this wonderful boyish charm about him and he's so full of energy. He should have been the Bachelor... it's a wonder Rebecca Romijn cut the hyphen out of her name and accepted his proposal. He is such a cutie... Oh well, there goes another one of those men. The good ones are all taken. Dammit!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396097-112850369959739036?l=planetcandice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/feeds/112850369959739036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396097&amp;postID=112850369959739036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/112850369959739036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/112850369959739036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/2005/10/news-and-such.html' title='News and such...'/><author><name>CandyGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553250431960539822</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-17396097.post-112840859443946188</id><published>2005-10-04T15:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-04T06:49:54.443Z</updated><title type='text'>Dilema - Which one to choose??</title><content type='html'>It's strange whats happening to the world lately... hurricane katrina, tsunami, isrealies and palestinians still fighting. I read an article on the internet the other day stating that some people were blaming what happened to New Orleans on people who asked Ellen Degenerous to be the host for the Emmy's this year (new orleans being her home town) but was not Mexico also affected by this hurricane? I also heard that they were blaming USA President Bush for not being better prepared... Ok, now people cant stand the man (especially democrats)... but let us be a tad realistic here, let us just think about this for a moment. Instead of pointing fingers and looking for someone to blame why dont we take a hard look at ourselves. We're sinful people why else is the world not perfect? We kill, abort, lie, cheat, steal, commit adultery, fornicate and we expect God to do us favours over and over again. Did God not promise that these things would happen? Is that not what is said in His book, The Bible?? I wonder why people are trying to ignore this when it is the quintessence of why these things are happening. I guess people are still too afraid of making a choice between choosing God or choosing Satan. But the answer is so easy... if you have not chosen God... you have chosen Satan. Why have people made this choice?? I'm not exactly sure...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396097-112840859443946188?l=planetcandice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/feeds/112840859443946188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396097&amp;postID=112840859443946188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/112840859443946188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/112840859443946188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/2005/10/dilema-which-one-to-choose.html' title='Dilema - Which one to choose??'/><author><name>CandyGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553250431960539822</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17396097.post-112833702665369664</id><published>2005-10-03T20:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-03T11:43:26.183Z</updated><title type='text'>Just thought i should</title><content type='html'>This is the first time i start blogging... I'm not really sure why. I think it's because i spent enough time reading everyone elses blogs that it was just about time for me to start posting. I actually have so much to say, just no one to say to yet and what perfect timing. I have never really kept to a journal yet, and this is my own personal display of my thoughts. I think I am going to enjoy this one. Well... let me start introducing myself. I'm Candice and i am from the Mother City, Cape Town, South Africa. I'm about 24 years old, single and working, drive my own car and enjoy spending time with my homeys... u know who you are. I just recently found out that my grandpa has cancer and I'm still trying to get over the fact that he is VERY ill. This blog is just for me though... until i am brave enough to display it to my friends but in the time being; why not show the rest of the webworld who have no idea who i am and which part of the Cape do i live in. I hope you'll find me interesting. I'll post pics and all kinds of craziness i have in mind on here. If you wanna know more about me, watch this space.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17396097-112833702665369664?l=planetcandice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/feeds/112833702665369664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17396097&amp;postID=112833702665369664' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/112833702665369664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17396097/posts/default/112833702665369664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetcandice.blogspot.com/2005/10/just-thought-i-should.html' title='Just thought i should'/><author><name>CandyGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00553250431960539822</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>
