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my mom; falling asleep; friends; gratitude list"/><category term="love"/><category term="make up tutorials"/><category term="markus zusak"/><category term="mess"/><category term="new"/><category term="new experiences"/><category term="no posts"/><category term="opposite"/><category term="outside"/><category term="own person"/><category term="passion"/><category term="past"/><category term="pictures"/><category term="pure"/><category term="rabbit"/><category term="red"/><category term="relationship"/><category term="self portrait"/><category term="sky"/><category term="someone I love."/><category term="soul"/><category term="stories"/><category term="summer"/><category term="sunset"/><category term="teddy"/><category term="thank"/><category term="the book thief"/><category term="tourists."/><category term="true love"/><category term="true strength"/><category term="world"/><category term="young"/><title type='text'>Diary of a Passion-ista</title><subtitle type='html'>Insert inspiring witty description here</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofapassion-ista.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/71482202588338221/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofapassion-ista.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/71482202588338221/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602401879816841232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlqUg8P6pk0w0AsixkoBpQk4Jkdhw4IIlwodALnhx8Unnyar5iA10SEjyXQwm-IT2ubk1nfqvM_u6qcVUOyrOmfSY3VhZ6DLavk_9t_XfbgaYBNUKu3JSh6DLJaWPi/s220/DSC_2635cce.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71482202588338221.post-4908448510891787246</id><published>2013-04-22T14:41:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2013-04-22T14:41:36.650+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Pains</title><content type='html'>This weekend that has just come and gone was quite a sad one for little ol&#39; me, not to say that sad things happened, only that I always happened to find myself feeling more down than up on cloud nine, which is quite a change for me. I was fine when I was doing things: when I was around people, but as soon as I was sitting in my beautiful little apartment, I felt a dark cloud over me.&lt;br /&gt;
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I couldn&#39;t put a finger on this feeling. As a very privileged person in this world, I don&#39;t feel like I ever have a reason to be sad or more so that there are a million more reasons to be happy, than all the valid reasons there are to be sad, yet here I was, feeling sad for no reason. Having come out of such a mood, I would have to sum up the feeling as a growing pain. I often find that when you are younger and still in school, you have huge dreams for who you want to be one day, and often they are unrealistic - not unobtainable, but you don&#39;t yet have a grasp on financials and degrees and the general knowledge that comes with this Big, Bad World in which you have to remain level-headed, streetwise and realistic while still fueling your dreams to be a bigger, better you.&lt;br /&gt;
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As well as that, you often think, when you are younger, that when you are in University you have suddenly got it all figured out. I remember when I was in grade 8 and I looked at my matrics of that year, I just thought they were so grown up and they knew who they were and what they wanted to do and they had their life-plan sorted. Having now finished matric myself, I have realised that is not the case. The truth does not even come close to that. You don&#39;t have your life figured out and you are only in the midst of figuring out who you are. As I mentioned earlier this year, I feel like, having lived on my own now for only 4 months, I have found out more about myself than I ever did in my 18 years of living at home, so I couldn&#39;t possibly have had my life figured out in matric.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yesterday I watched Jenna Marble&#39;s video &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sCxzaHC30Ec&quot;&gt;Draw My Life&lt;/a&gt;, and even she, at age 26, having already done a lot with her life, does not have it figured out. She is still discovering who she wants to be and what she wants to do with the rest of her life. Another thing she says, which is probably the second strongest message to me in her video, is that if she did have it all figured out, she thinks she would be doing something wrong because you are meant to feel confused about such things in life. I believe that, too. &lt;br /&gt;
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As people, we need a certain amount of resistance in life. As we have learnt in class this year, the Amoeba cell, which is single-celled-organism, thrives in a dirty environment. If you ever had to take the Amoeba out and put it in a fresh environment with pure air and clean water, it would cease to exist. It is the same with us as humans. We grow through the hardships of life. When times are hard, we live and learn. If we didn&#39;t, we would become stagnant and boring. Through our ever-changing, sometimes difficult but beautiful life, we will learn to grow, thrive and excel if we have the right mindset.&lt;br /&gt;
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I can no longer picture where I will be in 2 years time. I used to be able to picture it, but I can&#39;t anymore and I think that&#39;s okay. It&#39;s never good to live in the future anyway, to a certain degree, because life is right now. For the time being, I plan on doing exactly what I love now, and taking the next few years of my life step-by-step. I cannot make decisions which have not yet arrived in my life for me to make.&lt;br /&gt;
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There is one thing I do know: I love to inspire people. When someone tells me that something I have done or written or said has inspired them, my heart swells with a feeling that is unlike any other. Even if I don&#39;t know anything else right, I know that, and I know this: I want to spend my life inspiring people and making people&#39;s lives bigger and better by showing them that they can always be bigger and better individuals. Through that I know I will have created something greater than myself.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have never felt so happy and so free. There is always &lt;i&gt;so much&lt;/i&gt; going on in the City of Cape Town. Every night, there are, on average, three different places to go to/ things happening - even on the weekdays. The party never ever stops - and seriously, what is better than a never-ending party when you&#39;re 19 and taking the world by a storm?&lt;br /&gt;
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However, at the moment, I am not in Cape Town. I am in Zimbabwe for the first time in 3 years, and this, too, makes me very, &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; happy. Because my Academy&#39;s vacation-timing is a little off-balance with the rest of South Africa&#39;s University vacations, I only had one weekend in Zimbabwe with my friends who live here before they all went back to their respective Universities in South Africa, and because my family and I were spending Easter weekend at Lake Kariba, and because I begged them to leave on Saturday morning instead of Friday afternoon, I actually only had 1 night with them - and, of course, it was a memorable night indeed.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was memorable because of the fact I was running on a total of 1.5 hours sleep - even 2 hours would be pushing it. The Thursday night before I left for Zim, myself and a few friends had our last night out in Cape Town before returning after Easter. We went out only to have brought more friends back to my apartment. Everyone cleared out by 3h30, I managed to get into bed for a few minutes before it was 4h00 and we had to start getting up, showered and packed for our flight to Johannesburg at 6h00. We (because I flew with a friend) had a 2 hour flight to Joburg, a 5 hour wait in Joburg before our 1 hour and 45 minute flight to Zimbabwe. Upon arriving in Zimbabwe, I had a few minutes to change at home before we were off to a friend&#39;s braai and from the braai, we were off clubbing again and by 7h00 I was &amp;nbsp;back in the car, on the way to Kariba.&lt;br /&gt;
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I just got back from &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;(I don&#39;t fish, you see. I find it boring, sitting and waiting for a bite on the end of your hook which is more than likely not to come at all, and I feel sorry for the fish.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Kariba, actually. It was such a beautiful weekend. I realised there actually is nothing better than lying at the front of a speedboat, under the hot sun, tanning with a book in your hands.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;ve been reading The Innocent Man by John Grisham - an author I absolutely love. Unfortunately, I&#39;m finding this book a little hard to get into and I was scared I wasn&#39;t going to finish it by the end of March, and so I would be behind on number 22 of my &lt;a href=&quot;http://diaryofapassion-ista.blogspot.com/p/the-list.html&quot;&gt;Life List&lt;/a&gt;: read one book a month for a year. However, I found mom&#39;s copy of The Fault In Our Stars by John Green on Friday and I managed to finish it on Sunday morning - how is that for good timing? I&#39;m still ploughing through with John Grisham, but TFIOS was a beautiful book that had me in tears at the end. &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;(This is the third book this year that has had me in tears, and each time I have finished each book, I have been with my dad. &quot;You must stop reading this books, Noo Noo!&quot; my dad says. Every. Time.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Since I&#39;m obsessed with quotes, I wrote down some quotes from TFIOS that swept me off my feet and made my heart swell in the way only beautiful words can. Here are some of them [no spoilers]:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I thought being an adult meant knowing what you believe, but that has not been my experience.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I&#39;m in love with you, and I&#39;m not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. Im in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into a void, and that oblivion in inevitable, and that we&#39;re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labour has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we&#39;ll ever have, and I am in love with you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I thought of my dad telling me that the universe wants to be noticed. But what we want is to be noticed by the universe, to have the universe give a shit what happens to us - not the collective idea of sentient life, but each of us, as individuals.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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Lovely, no?&lt;br /&gt;
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Also, have I mentioned that &amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;I&#39;M GOING TO AMSTERDAM AND GERMANY IN JULY?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;If you&#39;ve got any sort of travel tips, stories, places to go to, places to avoid, activities to do it would be much appreciated if you could send me an email, leave a comment or if you will be in either places at such a time, it would be lovely to meet up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Above: a picture from our Lion&#39;s Head Full Moon Hike last month. Table Mountain stands to the right of this picture, and it had the biggest cloud-blanket I have ever seen over it. It was beautiful. If this doesn&#39;t want to make you move to/ visit Cape Town, you should just... I don&#39;t know. Get out. Get out right now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofapassion-ista.blogspot.com/feeds/7910227849683608434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/71482202588338221/7910227849683608434' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/71482202588338221/posts/default/7910227849683608434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/71482202588338221/posts/default/7910227849683608434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofapassion-ista.blogspot.com/2013/04/cape-town-living-and-zimbabwe-holiday.html' title='Cape Town-Living and Zimbabwe-holiday-ing'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602401879816841232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlqUg8P6pk0w0AsixkoBpQk4Jkdhw4IIlwodALnhx8Unnyar5iA10SEjyXQwm-IT2ubk1nfqvM_u6qcVUOyrOmfSY3VhZ6DLavk_9t_XfbgaYBNUKu3JSh6DLJaWPi/s220/DSC_2635cce.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjRXAnvigGe-SpFKvQjoL46dukuvHrpmu42QtupbWY6kiXsyc8hDjHExBUya9MReiHR_RQ9F3M5deXYoDPc6berdQImxGhDWJiE-mZRusUvSQ5mPdcxVttgQDDMWoo_jzDyKS4wO1pLg/s72-c/DSC01507.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71482202588338221.post-5062605514750277405</id><published>2013-01-17T12:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2013-01-17T12:00:42.118+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Highs And The Lows Of Moving Up And On</title><content type='html'>I don&#39;t know what it is about living on your own, but, in my opinion, you certainly learn more about yourself than you ever did before. Seriously. I feel like I have gotten to know myself better in almost 3 weeks than I ever did in the whole 18 years and 11 months before this while I still lived at home.&lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe it&#39;s because you have only yourself to depend on. Maybe it&#39;s because, this time, you really do have to pay attention to how the washing machine works because, well, &lt;i&gt;you actually have to do the laundry&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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This all sounds very pathetic to someone who has been doing this for a good few years of their life - I understand this. I also know that a few of my friends &lt;b&gt;who are the same age as me&lt;/b&gt; have been doing this for a few years back at home. I was (am) fortunate enough to have a mom who has dedicated her entire life to my sister and I. She will never know how grateful I am for the most incredible childhood she has given me. I am also extremely proud of her, and again, extremely grateful, and I strongly admire her strength in bravery, especially yesterday, when she had to leave Cape Town behind, along with my sister in boarding school and me in my apartment (soon to be starting varsity). I can imagine it is never easy to watch your children have to start a whole new life on their own, and it&#39;s even harder not being able to help them, as you have done for 18 years. I know I have yet to understand my mom&#39;s feelings even better when I have kids of my own someday. (Someday being the operative word here - like, waaaay in the future).&lt;br /&gt;
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I felt a bit low yesterday when my parents left. I vegetated on the couch for a bit, watching White Collar. I didn&#39;t even make myself a proper lunch. I just threw some tinned things together. It didn&#39;t last long - after a couple of hours I was back on my feet, running errands and I even went to see a movie by myself. I realised, and I have said a few times to mom, yes - I am going to be sad. Yes - my sister is going to be sad. There are going to be times when I crawl into the foetal position on my floor and wish my mom was with me to look after me when I&#39;m sick, or just help me with all this housework. Even my mom still wishes her mom was with her when she is sick - I don&#39;t think we ever stop needing our moms. The sadness and the helplessness is inevitable. It is all part of leaving home and growing up.&lt;br /&gt;
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However, there is also the positivity and the excitement that is all a part of growing up. I can&#39;t think of a better place to be lonely in than Cape Town. You honestly can&#39;t stay sad for more than a day in this city. It is way too beautiful and there is way too much to do. I&#39;ve promised myself that whenever I&#39;m feeling a little down, I will look at the mountain from my balcony and remind myself that there is so much to smile about.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Have you left home recently? Have you gone through a major change in the last couple of years? Are you in your late-twenties, having left home years ago? What challenges did you face? I&#39;d love to hear.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;P.S. If you haven&#39;t yet done so, check out my fitness and health blog &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.onestudentonemission.tumblr.com/&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I managed to figure out how to turn my iPhone into a wi-fi router (very simple - it&#39;s under Settings) which I can now connect to via my Macbook and in turn I can &lt;i&gt;finally&lt;/i&gt; share some pictures with you guys...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;At Muizenberg Beach with my Uncle who I spent the first couple of days in Cape Town with, along with my Aunt&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmVotE2pxDEjqyJtMRUCEU2a5FVttl_aKuxEYCoeFu2MLhDRf98DdPnVoCld4qmz_lJM2OkXLudUPzum9pzgjuMdu61dR0P7GW3aL9PiQGBdKSXdSJPC52flwk7J6PjkCwQwfsBMI2PA/s1600/DSC01020.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;480&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmVotE2pxDEjqyJtMRUCEU2a5FVttl_aKuxEYCoeFu2MLhDRf98DdPnVoCld4qmz_lJM2OkXLudUPzum9pzgjuMdu61dR0P7GW3aL9PiQGBdKSXdSJPC52flwk7J6PjkCwQwfsBMI2PA/s640/DSC01020.JPG&quot; width=&quot;640&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;New Years celebrations!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAIer8DcSd1MAwtrhJsE7Qpp-A2k4otyySUSauxqlvgizb5zIMKzLZnwihatdcSQ-Q5DiY1W5TA1uCWvYJA4X7Af_fZX52OUjjTuq3gELwAgoVAy5SmDW9XEiUZLrrnRhPWDkgaTUKWg/s1600/DSC01054.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;640&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAIer8DcSd1MAwtrhJsE7Qpp-A2k4otyySUSauxqlvgizb5zIMKzLZnwihatdcSQ-Q5DiY1W5TA1uCWvYJA4X7Af_fZX52OUjjTuq3gELwAgoVAy5SmDW9XEiUZLrrnRhPWDkgaTUKWg/s640/DSC01054.jpg&quot; width=&quot;480&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;A day-trip out to Hout Bay (after a failed trip to Boulders Beach...)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0A8ZM74a123-wJm4n1TfIr-x8vIiKUd_uUdCBWGgNv1Vi-ymB3g2kK4GREG9yjUWa-Fc3GJbvdqewinaH_kRcUfyWXEB3at7pT812qr7vcbp2y_SesjtgAcGGD57oRDFOB7n1FJXSlQ/s1600/DSC01069.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;640&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0A8ZM74a123-wJm4n1TfIr-x8vIiKUd_uUdCBWGgNv1Vi-ymB3g2kK4GREG9yjUWa-Fc3GJbvdqewinaH_kRcUfyWXEB3at7pT812qr7vcbp2y_SesjtgAcGGD57oRDFOB7n1FJXSlQ/s640/DSC01069.jpg&quot; width=&quot;480&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;These two crazy kids stayed with me for a few days... I have mad love for both of them.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG52OuH-jKV3tGgxrHhUEhZ7Zo_zpuZhL5Wo2luBZCX02L_Qe1b8hUjp7w3sruKKhi22iZ_ZegivNomUvds1pWan7cH7ud5FOPFCQ2hQV62AVntCtl6hoVMBBsHyu3KYHOYEdD1pw_cA/s1600/DSC01135.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;640&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG52OuH-jKV3tGgxrHhUEhZ7Zo_zpuZhL5Wo2luBZCX02L_Qe1b8hUjp7w3sruKKhi22iZ_ZegivNomUvds1pWan7cH7ud5FOPFCQ2hQV62AVntCtl6hoVMBBsHyu3KYHOYEdD1pw_cA/s640/DSC01135.jpg&quot; width=&quot;480&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Student night - best spent in Cape Town...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVz5LdIBpbsaBelEP7wDnZ6TGJi5-7Vts5Ggb4m-JCZnYcaFHHkgWqnFn6HCtF4HWtg2uXGN_byXawUOh9i1KlD3twkd9mYYskALFnsaC6wUEpWmQUteJJJycwLkobdQ61Cy44mA-ZNw/s1600/DSC01074.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;480&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVz5LdIBpbsaBelEP7wDnZ6TGJi5-7Vts5Ggb4m-JCZnYcaFHHkgWqnFn6HCtF4HWtg2uXGN_byXawUOh9i1KlD3twkd9mYYskALFnsaC6wUEpWmQUteJJJycwLkobdQ61Cy44mA-ZNw/s640/DSC01074.JPG&quot; width=&quot;640&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;The morning of my 19th - about to open presents. (HEHEHE)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;A dad, a little sister and a birthday girl.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s very windy in Cape Town, as one may gather from my facial expressions...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Family-cuddle on the beach&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Dad helping someone fly their kite in order to surf.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;A walk on the beach&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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... And then my battery died.&lt;br /&gt;
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Finally - a little show-and-tell-action for my new home</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofapassion-ista.blogspot.com/feeds/8181075862032080297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/71482202588338221/8181075862032080297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/71482202588338221/posts/default/8181075862032080297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/71482202588338221/posts/default/8181075862032080297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofapassion-ista.blogspot.com/2013/01/sometimes-and-only-sometimes-technology.html' title='Sometimes, And Only Sometimes, Technology Is Good To Me'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602401879816841232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlqUg8P6pk0w0AsixkoBpQk4Jkdhw4IIlwodALnhx8Unnyar5iA10SEjyXQwm-IT2ubk1nfqvM_u6qcVUOyrOmfSY3VhZ6DLavk_9t_XfbgaYBNUKu3JSh6DLJaWPi/s220/DSC_2635cce.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5YEdeRfavIGl3vqbHtQR9d36Lj6vzNSBBUbsoeHnW67NFq0Th_Ni1orWBjNRBmCHM4kroBT3WlPJeICGk2O8C3Ahk-mx9K1sNhfQdUHC7PVruJ33MmLZPteimiM6Vra0EbDYsR4NjzA/s72-c/DSC01004.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71482202588338221.post-4262979511149737478</id><published>2013-01-12T00:38:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2013-01-12T00:38:25.995+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel-Good People &amp; A New Year&#39;s Philosophy</title><content type='html'>You know you get those feel-good people in life? There are very few in life. They are the people that completely understand you and all your quirks. You know for certain that you can speak freely around them and never have to sugar-coat anything. You can speak to them about anything because you know that they will never truly judge you with anything that you do. You always have a good time with them and can be in their company for days on end and still think they are feel-good people at the end of your time together.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have this opinion that only 1 in every 100 people you meet is going to be this kind of person to you. That is a very small ratio, and in a way, it is rather sad, but it also makes the feel-good people you meet that much more meaningful. I am fortunate to have met a couple of these soul-mates of mine already. After struggling with a couple of thoughts about life in general this week, I spent the evening on the phone to one of my feel-good people, and I managed to sort through and provide myself with a solution to my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;
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One of the greatest problems that I have in my life is that I care too much about what people think. I really do. It becomes a factor in every decision I make in my life. It&#39;s terrible - I know. Nicole Antionette of &lt;a href=&quot;http://nicoleisbetter.com/&quot;&gt;Nicole Is Better&lt;/a&gt; wrote a post that relates to this line of thinking. You can read it &lt;a href=&quot;http://nicoleisbetter.com/new-year-new-goals-and-a-new-accountability-program-hint-theres-only-one-spot-left&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. No one really gives as much of a shit as you think they do, so why not do whatever you damn well please, when you damn well please?&lt;br /&gt;
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I didn&#39;t end up making a New Years Resolution because I never stick to them. I don&#39;t even have a theme or a philosophy to stick to this year. At least, I didn&#39;t. But I think I have found mine. My 2013 philosophy is to live this year doing exactly what makes me happy. Because it is my life, and it&#39;s only going to be me lying on my death bed at the end of my life - so why the fuck not?&lt;br /&gt;
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Excuse my French.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofapassion-ista.blogspot.com/feeds/4262979511149737478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/71482202588338221/4262979511149737478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/71482202588338221/posts/default/4262979511149737478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/71482202588338221/posts/default/4262979511149737478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofapassion-ista.blogspot.com/2013/01/feel-good-people-new-years-philosophy.html' title='Feel-Good People &amp; A New Year&#39;s Philosophy'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602401879816841232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlqUg8P6pk0w0AsixkoBpQk4Jkdhw4IIlwodALnhx8Unnyar5iA10SEjyXQwm-IT2ubk1nfqvM_u6qcVUOyrOmfSY3VhZ6DLavk_9t_XfbgaYBNUKu3JSh6DLJaWPi/s220/DSC_2635cce.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71482202588338221.post-5200145383616997171</id><published>2013-01-11T18:25:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2013-01-11T18:25:16.834+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Side Note</title><content type='html'>I forgot to tell you guys something! And - surprise, surprise - I can&#39;t edit my last post because apparently Blogger isn&#39;t &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; advanced. (You might want to do something about this, Internet.)&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, since I&#39;m creating a &lt;b&gt;whole new&lt;/b&gt; post for this one video, here&#39;s to hoping you find it as funny as I did.&lt;br /&gt;
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I found it on &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.todayimbobbi.com/?m=1&quot;&gt;Bobby&#39;s&lt;/a&gt; blog, and I just had to share it. It&#39;s just my kind of thang.&lt;br /&gt;
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Click &lt;a href=&quot;http://m.youtube.com/#/watch?v=3GRSbr0EYYU&amp;amp;desktop_uri=%2Fwatch%3Fv%3D3GRSbr0EYYU&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofapassion-ista.blogspot.com/feeds/5200145383616997171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/71482202588338221/5200145383616997171' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/71482202588338221/posts/default/5200145383616997171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/71482202588338221/posts/default/5200145383616997171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofapassion-ista.blogspot.com/2013/01/side-note.html' title='Side Note'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602401879816841232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlqUg8P6pk0w0AsixkoBpQk4Jkdhw4IIlwodALnhx8Unnyar5iA10SEjyXQwm-IT2ubk1nfqvM_u6qcVUOyrOmfSY3VhZ6DLavk_9t_XfbgaYBNUKu3JSh6DLJaWPi/s220/DSC_2635cce.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71482202588338221.post-7525150599399240927</id><published>2013-01-11T18:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2013-01-11T18:13:05.065+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel Good Habits</title><content type='html'>I do apologise for the lack of colour in my latest posts. It makes me want to shiver in shame but nout to be done, I suppose. I just have to sit tight and wait for the internet in my apartment to be installed so I can get on and show you how beautiful my new home is.&lt;br /&gt;
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My current health-streak is at an all-time high. I suspect it has something to do with the air here in Cape Town. Everyone is so active. It&#39;s not hard to spot joggers anywhere in Cape Town, at any time of the day. My flat-mate Nicky (still yet to arrive) and I are signing up to run the Two Oceans Half Marathon this year. So I have 78 days to train in order to run 21km. It shouldn&#39;t be an issue: as long as I stick to my current training and eating habits.&lt;br /&gt;
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Speaking of health and currently-dull blogs, I&#39;ve started up a Fitness and Health Tumblr page: &lt;a href=&quot;http://onestudentonemission.tumblr.com/&quot;&gt;One Student. One Mission.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;I&#39;ll be using said training and eating habits to pass them on to you (hopefully) and keep you motivated and inspired with all things good and healthy for the body.&lt;br /&gt;
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Part of the reason I&#39;m so determined to do good by my health is because I went to the Body World&#39;s exhibition at the V&amp;amp;A Waterfront a couple of days ago. They dissect (literally and otherwise) the body to such a degree that, by the time you exit the exhibition, you know everything about the human body - what is harmful to it, how it works, the intricate details of aging, how to prolong your life, etc etc. It&#39;s an incredible process that produces an outstanding and fascinating exhibition. I wouldn&#39;t hesitate to recommend anyone to go and see it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Since I don&#39;t have a picture to sign off this post with, a quote is the next step up.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&quot;I guess what I&#39;m saying is that this all feels very familiar. But it&#39;s not mine to be familiar about. I just know that another kid has felt this. This one time when it&#39;s peaceful outside, and you&#39;re seeing things move, and you don&#39;t want to, and everyone is asleep. And all the books you&#39;ve read have been read by other people. And all the songs you&#39;ve loved have been heard by other people. And that girl that&#39;s pretty to you is pretty to other people. And you know that if you looked at these facts when you were happy, you would feel great because you are describing &quot;unity&quot;.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; - The Perks of being a Wallflower&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofapassion-ista.blogspot.com/feeds/7525150599399240927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/71482202588338221/7525150599399240927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/71482202588338221/posts/default/7525150599399240927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/71482202588338221/posts/default/7525150599399240927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofapassion-ista.blogspot.com/2013/01/feel-good-habits.html' title='Feel Good Habits'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602401879816841232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlqUg8P6pk0w0AsixkoBpQk4Jkdhw4IIlwodALnhx8Unnyar5iA10SEjyXQwm-IT2ubk1nfqvM_u6qcVUOyrOmfSY3VhZ6DLavk_9t_XfbgaYBNUKu3JSh6DLJaWPi/s220/DSC_2635cce.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71482202588338221.post-5417845560201357528</id><published>2013-01-10T17:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2013-01-18T18:46:12.343+02:00</updated><title type='text'>9 Things I&#39;ve Learnt In The Last 12 Days</title><content type='html'>... Never buy too many groceries thinking you&#39;re being clever and saving money. Your eyes are definitely bigger than your stomach and everything will end up sitting in the fridge past their sell-by-date. You are only one person.&lt;br /&gt;
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... It&#39;s a good thing you accepted that GPS from mom and dad instead of trying to be hipster and using a map. There&#39;s only one area in Cape Town you actually know and it turns out you don&#39;t even know your way around it as well as you think you do.&lt;br /&gt;
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... Never underestimate the importance of friends, as well as the importance of your parents inviting you to dinner. Accept help and company whenever it is offered. It&#39;s okay not to do things on your own. You don&#39;t have to prove anything to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;
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... Exploring a new gym on your own is intimidating. You will walk down every passage until you find the ladies changing-room - even the passage to the mens changing-room. You won&#39;t find your way to the pool easily. You will look like a simpleton trying to open the gate to the pool. You will want to give up and walk away before you continue to make more of a fool of yourself.&lt;/div&gt;
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... You should never incorporate so much lemon into your diet that it starts to break down the walls of your stomach and leaves you sitting with your head in the toilet all night.&lt;/div&gt;
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... You should never try to take advantage of the R5 shooters and R19 jam-jars when you go out clubbing - a mere couple of nights after the toilet-hugging-episode&lt;br /&gt;
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... It&#39;s more than likely that your first apartment won&#39;t be top-notch. Almost everything will leak and it will make you want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;
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... And lastly, sometimes things &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt; too good to be true. Always listen to your gut and never speed up the moving-process for a guy. BIG mistake. Although it won&#39;t turn out to be such a bad thing at the end of the day - especially if you&#39;ve moved to a city as beautiful as Cape Town.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofapassion-ista.blogspot.com/feeds/5417845560201357528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/71482202588338221/5417845560201357528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/71482202588338221/posts/default/5417845560201357528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/71482202588338221/posts/default/5417845560201357528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofapassion-ista.blogspot.com/2013/01/things-ive-learnt-from-living-on-my-own.html' title='9 Things I&#39;ve Learnt In The Last 12 Days'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602401879816841232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlqUg8P6pk0w0AsixkoBpQk4Jkdhw4IIlwodALnhx8Unnyar5iA10SEjyXQwm-IT2ubk1nfqvM_u6qcVUOyrOmfSY3VhZ6DLavk_9t_XfbgaYBNUKu3JSh6DLJaWPi/s220/DSC_2635cce.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71482202588338221.post-3505632626721438421</id><published>2012-12-30T01:46:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-12-30T01:46:23.246+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I&#39;m Officially a Newbie (and my iPad is a dumbass)</title><content type='html'>Oh, God, why?!&lt;br /&gt;
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-covers face in shame-&lt;br /&gt;
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Did I not mention the fact that my iPad is a dumbass?! When I type long posts, it eventually stops letting me scroll down which is why I had to type that post, and then this one. It will also explain why my sentence stopped mid-word and it will also explain the &quot;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;the side jdjdjdjdof the corridor my apartment is on&quot;. I giggled at that one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;I don&#39;t even know what I wanted to say with the whole &quot;for the r&quot; thing. Anyway. I&#39;m a happy girl. I am a privledged girl. I now live in one of, if not the most, beautiful cities in the world. I have the world at my feet and I am looking forward to many more adventures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;Though that isn&#39;t to say I don&#39;t miss home a hellava lot. (Hi mom - LOVE YOU)&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofapassion-ista.blogspot.com/feeds/3505632626721438421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/71482202588338221/3505632626721438421' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/71482202588338221/posts/default/3505632626721438421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/71482202588338221/posts/default/3505632626721438421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofapassion-ista.blogspot.com/2012/12/im-officially-newbie-and-my-ipad-is.html' title='I&#39;m Officially a Newbie (and my iPad is a dumbass)'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602401879816841232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlqUg8P6pk0w0AsixkoBpQk4Jkdhw4IIlwodALnhx8Unnyar5iA10SEjyXQwm-IT2ubk1nfqvM_u6qcVUOyrOmfSY3VhZ6DLavk_9t_XfbgaYBNUKu3JSh6DLJaWPi/s220/DSC_2635cce.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71482202588338221.post-5739505898478208889</id><published>2012-12-30T01:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-12-30T01:41:08.314+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I&#39;m Officially a Newbie</title><content type='html'>I&#39;m sitting on a fold-out-mattress on the floor of my new messy bedroom in my new empty apartment in my new beautiful city I now call home. Cape Town. Unfortunately I cannot pleasure your eyes with any visuals of my first-independent-day because I&#39;m blogging off my iPad and to attempt to take and upload pictures by any method that isn&#39;t my laptop will not aid my persistent effort to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;
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However, this day certainly did aid such an effort of mine. After I had been left with the keys of my apartment; after going through the gory admin details with the estate agent; after my little sister had been fetched by a friend - I was alone in my dusty, empty apartment and I had never felt lonelier.&lt;br /&gt;
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But! Never fear! Thanks to two of my beautiful friends - I had a rich supply of new songs to blow my speakers with and prance around to, pretending I know how to dance. I started putting my belongings into their new places in their new home, found their new places in their new home to be too dusty, found my feet to be pitch-black because of said dust all over my apartment, called mom to ask what to buy at the supermarket and then set off to partake in my first independent shopping expedition.&lt;br /&gt;
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For someone who considers herself to be the least-domestic person on the planet, I think I pulled off quite a decent job - shopping up a storm and spending more than I had planned to. Student-living isn&#39;t going to be easy. I just bought the basics - and I threw in a tub of chocolate mousse because sometimes I like to be a drama and think of future nights involving me crying in front of a black and white romance on tv, tub of dessert in hands, tissues strewn across the room.&lt;br /&gt;
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I got lost trying to find the parking to the supermarket. But once I arrived back home was when the real fun started. I wish I could take a picture - but since I can&#39;t I&#39;ll have to describe it. My parking bay is a parallel parking on the bottom level of my apartment block. I have to walk up a winding staircase to reach the first door, which, when opened, blocks one half of the corridor - Murphy&#39;s Law: the side jdjdjdjdof the corridor my apartment is on. The front door to my apartment has a trelly-door in front of it. The actual door to the apartment has two locks to it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Upon arriving at home, I certainly did not want to make two trips to the car to get all the groceries, and so I tried to take everything all at once. I held packets of groceries and single items anywhere I could - I filled up every possible opening. I put things under my arm. I put things in my mouth. I still wasn&#39;t able to carry everything. Two trips would have to be made. Once I had reached the top of the winding staircase, I had to put all the groceries down on the stairs to try and find the right key to open the gate with. There are eleventy-thousand keys on the keychain that was given to me. Because the groceries were stacked awkwardly on the stairs, they all started falling down the stairs and out of their packets, and I had to do a professional-dive in order to save the eggs. Once I had the door open, I had to keep it open with one foot, while reaching to try and grasp at what grocery bags I could. I then had to pile the groceries on one side of the door, close the door, and then attempt to pick up th groceries again.&lt;br /&gt;
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I did this with little ease and moved on to discover my next challenge - I couldn&#39;t open the door to my apartment. To be honest, I&#39;m still not sure how it works. I&#39;m not even sure if I&#39;m locking it properly when I leave the building. I didn&#39;t know whether I was meant to be two keys in at the same time in both locks - I wasn&#39;t sure how I was going to do that. I thought I was going to be locked out of my apartment forever, left only with 18 eggs and a tub of chocolate mousse.&lt;br /&gt;
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I called mom. Mom didn&#39;t answer. I managed to get the door open, and then I killed myself laughing in the kitchen for the next fifteen minutes.&lt;br /&gt;
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The rest of the day (fortunately/ unfortunately) did not produce as many challenges. After that, I soon left to the V&amp;amp;A Waterfront to meet up with my Aunt and Uncle. We watched The Hobbit, wandered around, bought myself a towel (did anyone actually realise how expensive towels are?!) and shared a plate of sushi on a balcony overlooking the Cape harbour. It was one of the most beautiful nights of my life.&lt;br /&gt;
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Throughout this week - seeing people, packing up - all I&#39;ve wanted to do is read my book. I&#39;m three-quarters of the way through &lt;b style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;The Chamber &lt;/b&gt;by&lt;b style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt; John Grisham &lt;/b&gt;and I&#39;m hooked. It can be quite a bad thing because while I should be spending time with the people I won&#39;t see for a long time, all I wanna do is bury myself in my &lt;strike&gt;small single mattress in my empty room&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;duvet and lose myself in the pages of my book with a cup of coffee in my hand.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was quite happy to get back to Sam Cayhall and Adam Hall this afternoon. However, I&#39;ve also found some little gems on the internet that I thought I&#39;d share with you.&lt;br /&gt;
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I don&#39;t often get to read - or I haven&#39;t been able to read much over the last couple of years, and so I am taking full advantage of it now. I joined a virtual book club on Facebook called Close Reads Cafe. In turn, this led me to a couple of other wonderful sights.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.novelsounds.net/&quot;&gt;Novel Sounds&lt;/a&gt; - a young adult book blog that combines a song or two with every review.&lt;/b&gt; (Books and music? There is seldom a better combination. It also gives me many books to add to my December-January reading list. I love this idea.)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.bookmooch.com/&quot;&gt;BookMooch&lt;/a&gt; - give books away. Get books you want.&lt;/b&gt; (An online exchange system - it gives a personal touch to book-shopping - another idea I love.)&lt;br /&gt;
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And in the spirit of Christmas and remembering loved ones, or spending time with loved ones, I thought this was a beautifully written and very sentimental post - even to those of us who are lucky enough not to have lost anyone close to us. To those who have - I can&#39;t imagine what these words must mean to you. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.themiddlefingerproject.org/always-do-youll-be-glad-you-did/&quot;&gt;Always Do. You&#39;ll Be Glad You Did&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; by &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ashley Ambirge.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofapassion-ista.blogspot.com/feeds/4193855753218925567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/71482202588338221/4193855753218925567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/71482202588338221/posts/default/4193855753218925567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/71482202588338221/posts/default/4193855753218925567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofapassion-ista.blogspot.com/2012/12/drop-by-and-deliver-treat-for-book.html' title='Drop-by and Deliver: A Treat for the Book Worms (And Christmas-must-read)'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602401879816841232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlqUg8P6pk0w0AsixkoBpQk4Jkdhw4IIlwodALnhx8Unnyar5iA10SEjyXQwm-IT2ubk1nfqvM_u6qcVUOyrOmfSY3VhZ6DLavk_9t_XfbgaYBNUKu3JSh6DLJaWPi/s220/DSC_2635cce.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs2wasmz8w_agJloWbiXECIS0h0D6Ypucse2VTjMcEsZV1pBx0-DV7DGm4Hunxc3sKvslPm0lZstE3h_EAWqohCCLauW34IOy15UOuwv97Or8YtZbJ2y-ANti0pZL_rKi-kq_sfW2A_A/s72-c/banner.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71482202588338221.post-7721988146294319506</id><published>2012-12-19T16:18:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2012-12-19T16:18:58.201+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Approaching a Milestone</title><content type='html'>I remember a few months ago I had a countdown for every exciting event that was going to take place in the next six months of my life. It&#39;s crazy to look back at that now, and think that every single event that I was looking forward to has now come and gone.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have finished my mock exams. I have had my Matric Dance. I have had my two year anniversary. I went to Afrojack. I have finished my final exams. I came back from my matric VAC a little over a week ago. Now I am facing the next big stage in my life, and probably the biggest one in years to come: I am moving to Cape Town and starting my indepedent student life.&lt;br /&gt;
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It&#39;s been a crazy December. On the first of the month, as mentioned, I left to Durban with all thirteen girls in my group of friends. We stayed at a guest-house, spent every day on the beach, and spent every evening into the early morning in some club that every matriculant was gathering at that night to drink and dance until sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;
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Since I have been back, I&#39;ve been enjoying my mom&#39;s home-cooked meals, trying to cure myself of VAC-flu (a common thing at this time of the year) and losing myself in the bliss of having absolutely nothing to do after the hardest year of my life (so far).&lt;br /&gt;
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In the last few days, my life has been all about moving to the beautiful city of Cape Town. A transport company came and collected my car this afternoon, and tomorrow I&#39;m packing my bedroom up into boxes and sending it off to meet me in my new home. I&#39;ve been so excited - so, &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; excited. I haven&#39;t even stopped to think about what this all means, and what I am leaving behind. I am been so focused on what is in front of me. Some may argue that&#39;s a good thing - but I&#39;m forgetting to relish what matters in my daily life now...&lt;br /&gt;
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... until the other day. I can&#39;t remember what it was that brought the reality of my move to my attention, but when it happened, the tears, of course, flowed. Now I am busy trying to see all of the people who won&#39;t be in Cape Town next year, spending time in my home, and with my incredible mom who won&#39;t find letting me go easy - on any level. I keep looking at the small things in my life now with tears in my eyes, because no matter how excited I am, this house I live in now has been my home for eight years, and all the most significant moments and years of my life have been spent here.&lt;br /&gt;
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Though, not wanting to cry too much, I&#39;ve been thinking forward to next Saturday. My plane lands at 11h40 after which I will meet the estate agent with the keys to my apartment. I will wait for my belongings and car to be dropped off with me. I will do my first grocery shop of my own, and I will go to the beach. I cannot emphasise how often I will be going to the beach next year. Plus - the beaches of Cape Town? There really is nothing better.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;P.S. I&#39;m got my man back in my life, and I&#39;ve never been happier. Life was never the same without him. I guess sometimes you do have to be without something (or in this case - someone) to know how much better your life actually was with it (or in this case - him) and how much you took for granted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofapassion-ista.blogspot.com/feeds/7721988146294319506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/71482202588338221/7721988146294319506' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/71482202588338221/posts/default/7721988146294319506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/71482202588338221/posts/default/7721988146294319506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofapassion-ista.blogspot.com/2012/12/approaching-milestone.html' title='Approaching a Milestone'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602401879816841232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlqUg8P6pk0w0AsixkoBpQk4Jkdhw4IIlwodALnhx8Unnyar5iA10SEjyXQwm-IT2ubk1nfqvM_u6qcVUOyrOmfSY3VhZ6DLavk_9t_XfbgaYBNUKu3JSh6DLJaWPi/s220/DSC_2635cce.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71482202588338221.post-7428140808390812968</id><published>2012-11-14T20:34:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2012-11-15T17:27:15.057+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The things that went though my mind today</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Before I start my list of thoughts; it was Diwali yesterday, for those who didn&#39;t know. There were fireworks going on for most of the night. Our dog, Bella, is terrified of a couple of noises - namely fireworks, cars going around the racing-track nearby and vuvuzela&#39;s. This is how she sat for the majority of last night.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Mom, please don&#39;t make me get out of this bed to drive you somewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;li style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Nicole, stop being a bad daughter. Get out of bed. Good.&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;li style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Why do I choose to eat so much McDonalds?&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;li style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Actually, don&#39;t eat the McDonalds even though you bought it. GIVE ALL THE FOOD AWAY.&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;li style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;The extremity of how bad my eyesight is is beginning to scare me.&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;li style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Why is &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://thisisnotthatblog.com/&quot;&gt;This Is Not That Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; so funny?&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;li style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Why am I such a bad artist that I can&#39;t even get my stickmen to look right?&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;li style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;F. Scott Fitzgerald is my inner soulmate. I&#39;m sure of it.&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;li style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;I think I&#39;m in love with Justin Bieber. What?! Shut up, subconscious! You don&#39;t know what you&#39;re saying! It&#39;s the exam-boredom!&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;li style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Oh no wait, I&#39;m still hooked on Keanu Reeves after watching The Matrix last night.&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;li style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;And Robert Downey Junior because he&#39;s just heaven on earth.&lt;/li&gt;
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The last thought was the point my mind exploded purely because of how overwhelming it is. Uhm, hello?! Germany?! My dream come true. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Watch this space, kids.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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So - that was my day. Studying really is getting to me, clearly. I feel like I have cabin fever. I am practically living for November twenty-sixth when I can be free of this psychological, emotional oppression I am under.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;Some people think I tend to be a bit of a drama queen. Sometimes I disagree. Right now I do not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I will leave you with a quote I found today by Fitzgerald - he really is my favourite. &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;It&#39;s quote from his book&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Magnetism&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; - I haven&#39;t read it yet but it&#39;s on my list.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&#39;&lt;/span&gt;Think how you love me,&#39; she whispered. &#39;I don&#39;t ask you to love me always like this but I ask you to remember.&#39;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&#39;Oh no; but promise me you&#39;ll remember.&#39; Her tears were falling. &#39;I&#39;ll be different but somewhere lost inside me there&#39;ll always be the person I am tonight.&#39;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofapassion-ista.blogspot.com/feeds/7428140808390812968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/71482202588338221/7428140808390812968' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/71482202588338221/posts/default/7428140808390812968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/71482202588338221/posts/default/7428140808390812968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofapassion-ista.blogspot.com/2012/11/the-things-that-went-though-my-mind.html' title='The things that went though my mind today'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602401879816841232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlqUg8P6pk0w0AsixkoBpQk4Jkdhw4IIlwodALnhx8Unnyar5iA10SEjyXQwm-IT2ubk1nfqvM_u6qcVUOyrOmfSY3VhZ6DLavk_9t_XfbgaYBNUKu3JSh6DLJaWPi/s220/DSC_2635cce.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZD6F3CAqnd-3Fsh-ml_qFrWLzDyoDqLzh149ExnSits4_cQUk3zh-hMK0ld7JtOgFoWADO2vxzxZI8BEvGJYmV_pMMa2mnV3q8mlZh6CNfdJrtnJXPBIGMia-BK6tFjppq1kxRTjeOw/s72-c/486182_10151099966306512_1318312767_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71482202588338221.post-696961346231137770</id><published>2012-11-13T10:43:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2012-11-13T10:46:08.071+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Alcohol - always a good time</title><content type='html'>Guess what I just booked myself in for on Saturday?&lt;br /&gt;
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A tour at the SAB World of Beer. Yes, friends, this is happening.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;ve recently taking to drinking beer after a wonderful experience with it a couple of months ago. I&#39;ve also taken to suppressing the health-freak inside of me that reminds me that every time I drink one beer, I am also eating one loaf of bread. &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hush, little freak, hush.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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This is also something to add to my &lt;a href=&quot;http://diaryofapassion-ista.blogspot.com/2012/06/project-joburg.html&quot;&gt;Project Joburg&lt;/a&gt; - something I have been falling short on, unfortunately. However, I probably have about a month left in Joburg before I pack up and move to Cape Town (I&#39;m thinking mid-December is a decent time to move - in order to get the stress out of the way so that I can enjoy my December holidays elsewhere in the world). Having a month left in this place that I have lived for eight years, I have a couple of things planned, including this SAB World of Beer Tour.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;A digital surround-sound welcome by Charles Glass, found of South Africa&#39;s very own beer, Castle Lager.&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;li style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Meeting Nobantu, a fine beer maker in a small African village, and listening to her as she shows you how to brew sorgum beer which can be sampled after the show.&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;The culture of beer in Europe.&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;The arrival of beer in South Africa.&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;A step into the world of a Sowetan Shebeen.&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;And after the tour has come to a finish, you can sit back and enjoy the view and experience of Newtown with a complementary glass of beer (or two) in hand.&lt;/li&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofapassion-ista.blogspot.com/feeds/696961346231137770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/71482202588338221/696961346231137770' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/71482202588338221/posts/default/696961346231137770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/71482202588338221/posts/default/696961346231137770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofapassion-ista.blogspot.com/2012/11/alcohol-always-good-time.html' title='Alcohol - always a good time'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602401879816841232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlqUg8P6pk0w0AsixkoBpQk4Jkdhw4IIlwodALnhx8Unnyar5iA10SEjyXQwm-IT2ubk1nfqvM_u6qcVUOyrOmfSY3VhZ6DLavk_9t_XfbgaYBNUKu3JSh6DLJaWPi/s220/DSC_2635cce.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhoEuh-hnfy4Hf9ByDfAKztVysuy6-VoDHSTv0TstjAzm1ygYEMVx5OiBaJShg73MOA1YJDAtMfiPoNU7ZsehJm9Uw_ROOYYoEkZyYKlFnrdwNCsY3vBCWcDpPFqom0mS87TeOGoyV3A/s72-c/7789872708_8c161b5823.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71482202588338221.post-6016452709493152069</id><published>2012-11-12T12:06:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2012-11-14T09:24:53.464+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Face to Face</title><content type='html'>I don&#39;t know where anyone would be without family - especially myself. I am convinced I have the most supportive family in the world. I don&#39;t get to see most of them that often, as we are all spread out all over the world, but we are still as close as anything.&lt;br /&gt;
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One of the people I turn to in life is my uncle. I&#39;m been speaking to him a lot about my life, my future, and the journey through life with all its dark times and happy times. He sent me an email a couple of days ago that I just had to share a part of it. It&#39;s full of wisdom, intellect, experience and complete sincerity.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;yui_3_7_2_18_1352714148528_129&quot; id=&quot;yui_3_7_2_18_1352714148528_195&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;I was also amazed / proud of your thinking around finding yourself on your OWN terms. Again, you are wise beyond your years as not everyone has the clarity of thought to even do this / realise this is something we need to do. We live in a society where we have a desperate need to be &#39;accepted&#39; (naturally, no great surprise there) - the hassle is that we sometimes needlessly &#39;take on board&#39; things that we believe will get us accepted more readily. Problem is that we do this unconsciously pretty much all the time and over a long period of time. Then one day you open your eyes and realise you might have been sleep walking through your life and you have (somehow) gotten in to a position where you are living by a certain set of ideals that aren&#39;t yours and don&#39;t fulfil your spirit / being. Life has taught me that there are no absolutes really and that your character is very much shaped by the society and set of circumstances around you - simply put the person you are now will NOT be the person you are in ten years time, life will have changed your thoughts, people will have challenged your ideas and ideals and you will have been moulded. All that said, before you leap out into the bigger and wider world spending time working out who you are, what your values are and how you want to live your life is VERY important. If you are able to come up with your defining broad level principles you will be able to make better informed decisions further down the road that mean you remain true to yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;yui_3_7_2_18_1352714148528_130&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;yui_3_7_2_18_1352714148528_131&quot;&gt;I understand too your desire to get on out into the world and give it a good shake - after all that is where all the action is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;yui_3_7_2_18_1352714148528_133&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;I absolutely guarantee you there are a myriad of possibilities, countless different avenues you can journey down and lovely / weird / downright strange people you will meet. You will find so many versions of &#39;the truth&#39; as there are as many &#39;realities&#39; as you care to imagine. Now, linking to the above paragraph, if I was ever to offer up some advice it would be, before you set off on that next adventure, spend quality time defining what YOU want to get out of life and what you want YOUR life to look like. Spend time to define it broadly, take on views and opinions of wise people around you and come up with a &#39;road map&#39; that kind of sets out your path to achieving your goals, dreams and aspirations. One goal might be to be a University graduate and to do something amazing in the world of medicine etc. Once you have all that broadly defined, and as you set out and meet all these different realities / people / ideas you merely have to refer to your &#39;road map&#39; to ensure you remain &#39;true&#39; to yourself. I took much longer than one year&#39;s &#39;gap&#39; between high school and training as a finance person - and I can&#39;t tell you how many paths I ventured down in that time. In some ways it was a miracle I actually came back to train up to do something other than just following my nose. Some of those who I journeyed with in that particular period of life didn&#39;t choose to train up further - they seemed happy to go where ever it was that the wind seemed to blow them. In my opinion that was not the wisest decision as, in choosing that approach, you aren&#39;t REALLY in control of your destiny. I still know a few of them and they are the first ones to admit that they messed up on the opportunities they had earlier in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;yui_3_7_2_18_1352714148528_134&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;yui_3_7_2_18_1352714148528_135&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;I smiled at you saying that you are in the middle of your glory years... I view is that I am (now) in the middle of MINE (albeit at the advanced age of 40!). Made me realise that perhaps there is no specific time in life that can be considered true &#39;glory&#39; years but perhaps the answer is - or the challenge should be - to ensure we live the WHOLE of our lives as one long &#39;glorious life&#39;! How amazing it must be to be able to get to the end of our allotted time on earth, to look at yourself in the mirror and say &quot;I became all I could be&quot;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;yui_3_7_2_18_1352714148528_136&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;yui_3_7_2_18_1352714148528_137&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Do you remember a Kings of Leon song (song was &#39;The Immortals&#39;) that I asked you to listen to when you were here for Xmas last year (doubt you will)?? I asked you to listen to it because the words are challenging you to pretty much what you (and I) have been writing about in the last few emails. In essence they are about finding out who you are &#39;face to face&#39; (my interpretation of that line is that finding out who you are in not something you do in your posse of friends, it is something you do in the mirror - by yourself) and being prepared to wade into life to the fullest extent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Anyway, the lyrics are pasted below - read &#39;em through, listen to the song then get out there into the world, make good decisions, don&#39;t be afraid to make mistakes and become all you can be.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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I would not trade my family for anything. They make me a better person, and always remind me that I am never alone. I have the greatest bunch of people walking right by my side. Because of them, I know love and life.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofapassion-ista.blogspot.com/feeds/6016452709493152069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/71482202588338221/6016452709493152069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/71482202588338221/posts/default/6016452709493152069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/71482202588338221/posts/default/6016452709493152069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofapassion-ista.blogspot.com/2012/11/face-to-face.html' title='Face to Face'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602401879816841232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlqUg8P6pk0w0AsixkoBpQk4Jkdhw4IIlwodALnhx8Unnyar5iA10SEjyXQwm-IT2ubk1nfqvM_u6qcVUOyrOmfSY3VhZ6DLavk_9t_XfbgaYBNUKu3JSh6DLJaWPi/s220/DSC_2635cce.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdNJ0OE9KDVe-Ryy0T6OlTJtAxHP3wwtnS3VwQHBevQLLopx5CUrbafqNJvmf_wGtDTY-9EuYCyXfhuG1n5-NUJWlqYFTCccs-2UEGDEAgw_yQds1SUMwcutQ2fJ2s72hQjGE6xKSRag/s72-c/tumblr_madyglDM5H1rwalt6o1_500.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71482202588338221.post-5129381758862733860</id><published>2012-11-11T17:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-11-11T18:00:59.917+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Brilliant People: Part 1 Guest Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;tr_bq&quot;&gt;
I have a select number of people who I consider to be my biggest inspirations in life. The essence of their effect on my life is that they further me as a person and challenge me to be bigger and better than I have ever been before.&lt;/div&gt;
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I have contacted a select few of them to ask them what inspires &lt;i&gt;them&lt;/i&gt;. That is one of the most interesting things to me - what drives the people that drive me? Everyone has their own form of motivation, inspirations and driving forces that push them into the future and into themselves.&lt;br /&gt;
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Without further adieu, one of my first inspirations that I am going to share with you, Khanyi Mashiya - someone I have been friends with since grade five and am still close with today.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;1. Ellen Degeneres. She just has the ability to make me forget any problems that I&#39;m going through when I watch her. She is the epitome of humility and generosity to me. She makes me want to be a better person and look at the world with a &quot;who cares if the glass is half full or half empty, just drink the damn water!&quot; sort of attitude.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;2. The Buried Life cast. (Ben, Dave, Duncan, Jannie). They are 4 average out-of-college guys completing their own list of &quot;100 Things to do before I die&quot; and for everything they cross on their list they selflessly help a stranger cross something off their own. They just echo my philosophy of living your life without the hear of that is isn&#39;t what other&#39;s expect of you. They have no funds and give back with money they raise on their own. It just shows you don&#39;t have to be a &quot;somebody&quot; to change lives.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;3) Jamar Rogers, a singer who was diagnosed with HIV/ Aids due to his past drug use. He is now clean and has one of the most loving personalities and beautiful outlooks on life. He simple speaks words of inspiration and motivation. He has helped rid me of some of the SOMETHING that I carried about Aids and shown me nothing can make this life worth not living.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;4) My mom. She is my pillar and rock. She had me when she was pretty young, raise me, worked a job and still got through university without anyone&#39;s help. She has given most of her life to me. I love her even when I hate her and only hope to be as strong-minded and selfless as her.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;I believe that everything in life is complemented by what energy you give off, hence my solid affirmation in a little thing called &quot;Karma&quot;. I &amp;nbsp;believe that what you put into this life is what you&#39;re going to get out of it. If you&#39;re sick and tired of something, shut up and actually do something about it! Lend a purpose to your existence on this earth. And as much as I would love to ramble on about the ideologies of Darwin and Beckett - I can&#39;t. Because I guess in some way my own philosophy of life isn&#39;t quite complete and concrete. It&#39;s kind of being edited every day. I&#39;m a teenage, shoot me. So for now - &#39;YOLO&#39; will do.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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If I had to provide a rating as to how involved our country gets in halloween, on a scale of one to ten, it&#39;s about negative eleven. I&#39;ve seen and heard about so many halloween costumes from this year in so many countries all around the world (mainly America - obviously) and seriously, &lt;b&gt;WHAT&lt;/b&gt; is up with pumpkin-flavoured-everything?! We don&#39;t even get that. I&#39;ve yet to see a pumpkin - even in the supermarkets. &lt;i&gt;Get your act together, South Africa.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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1. &lt;i&gt;Finally&lt;/i&gt; getting my provisional-acceptance to the University of Cape Town.&lt;/div&gt;
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2. Soaking up the sun when the weather isn&#39;t being bipolar.&lt;/div&gt;
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6. Eating celebratory sushi. (Yesterday, I finished maths &lt;b&gt;FOREVER.&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;
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7. Indulging in my daily dose of &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mocha Frappe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; from McDonalds... it&#39;s happiness in a plastic cup - nothing more, and nothing less. If you haven&#39;t yet tried it - you haven&#39;t yet lived.&lt;/div&gt;
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9. Skyping with the loveliest grandparents in the whole of the United Kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;
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10. Spending the day with old friends at the racing-track nearby. Can I please be a professional car racer?&lt;br /&gt;
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11. Drinking cocktails.&lt;br /&gt;
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12. Playing &lt;i&gt;the most annoying game you can get on any device&lt;/i&gt; - CandyShoot. I haven&#39;t been able to finish the last level for a couple of months now. &lt;b&gt;This isn&#39;t an exaggeration&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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One would think I&#39;m not in the middle of finals.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofapassion-ista.blogspot.com/feeds/1330901150445734046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/71482202588338221/1330901150445734046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/71482202588338221/posts/default/1330901150445734046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/71482202588338221/posts/default/1330901150445734046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofapassion-ista.blogspot.com/2012/11/the-world-as-of-late.html' title='The World As Of Late'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602401879816841232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlqUg8P6pk0w0AsixkoBpQk4Jkdhw4IIlwodALnhx8Unnyar5iA10SEjyXQwm-IT2ubk1nfqvM_u6qcVUOyrOmfSY3VhZ6DLavk_9t_XfbgaYBNUKu3JSh6DLJaWPi/s220/DSC_2635cce.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy1pF7HIFd2lj3yEdn0ZyVQASDrWm_08mqS2HrFmNv_ZM4_ofMxPn_Nqlm0MBOhkDDGK8CCPCoZxR-Nw4LPHkSFGZlDM8ECn9pW-FS8RA7Ss-abctAJRCg1LbR25SsU-hvOY_x2nFdUQ/s72-c/PicMonkey+Collage.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71482202588338221.post-3670087935924835717</id><published>2012-10-18T11:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-10-18T11:24:58.878+02:00</updated><title type='text'>LA-Photography</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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Lauren Mitchell is a twenty-year-old photographer from Pretoria where she is currently studying at The Open Window School of Visual Communication.&lt;br /&gt;
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I can&#39;t say that I stumbled on her photography, as I have known Lauren for a couple of years but after walking myself through her photography on Facebook, I asked her to take photo&#39;s of a group of friends and myself for my Matric Dance. From then until now, I have easily been swept up in the beauty and talent which is laid down in her photography.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m in love with her work and I just had to share it. I love it even more for the fact that it is purely South African.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was dying to pick Lauren&#39;s brains a bit and so I asked her why she loves photography and at the same time, what her vision is as a photographer. This was her answer:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Well, I&#39;m really blind. I literally can&#39;t see past a meter in front of me but when I look through the lens I can see perfectly. It&#39;s just weird that someone so blind is so passionate about something so visual. Everybody these days with an SLR camera is a photographer, but it&#39;s not about the beauty of a photo, it&#39;s the communication of it. A photo must say something. Good photography doesn&#39;t need to be explained, it can be understood through silence. It&#39;s more difficult than it sounds, but once you understand it, it just gets better from there.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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For anyone that is wondering, Lauren uses a &lt;b&gt;Nikon D5100&lt;/b&gt;. You can find her &lt;i style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;LA-Photography &lt;/i&gt;Facebook page by clicking &lt;a href=&quot;https://www.facebook.com/pages/LA-Photography/234021473350196?ref=ts&amp;amp;fref=ts&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofapassion-ista.blogspot.com/feeds/3670087935924835717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/71482202588338221/3670087935924835717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/71482202588338221/posts/default/3670087935924835717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/71482202588338221/posts/default/3670087935924835717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofapassion-ista.blogspot.com/2012/10/la-photography.html' title='LA-Photography'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602401879816841232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlqUg8P6pk0w0AsixkoBpQk4Jkdhw4IIlwodALnhx8Unnyar5iA10SEjyXQwm-IT2ubk1nfqvM_u6qcVUOyrOmfSY3VhZ6DLavk_9t_XfbgaYBNUKu3JSh6DLJaWPi/s220/DSC_2635cce.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGlHJpYsmVfry2ijKTRONeAFr3J5P6ys3EXjmfRZ6WsqiP-SSMXdK2qqrpx45V2na8CxpYOmI8Hbe_eyMpoXFk4sczkdbRI6TrUkWjGDx4YDco-2FDkKTupA2VP7RWVvp9PgYW1ObtlQ/s72-c/549102_335390173213325_145931423_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71482202588338221.post-8155623241356934675</id><published>2012-10-17T08:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-10-17T08:15:59.529+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing South Africa</title><content type='html'>Most of the blogs I read are written by women who live in Europe or America. &amp;nbsp;No one lives in Africa. Perhaps I&#39;m not looking in the right place - not that it&#39;s an issue at all.&lt;br /&gt;
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I know that there are a lot of misguided views about Africa, and even South Africa. People think we live in huts and ride elephants to school (seriously - friends of mine have been asked this while overseas) and it always makes me laugh. Even living in South Africa, some of my friends have asked where we got our food in Zimbabwe, or if white people live there (from the shops, and yes they do). During the FIFA World Cup 2010, many foreigners did not want to visit South Africa because of the high crime rate and everyone thought we &lt;i&gt;could not do it&lt;/i&gt; - we could not host a successful world cup. Guess what? That month was one of the best months of my life. After the month ended, everyone took back their previous comments and congratulated us on an outstanding effort.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you&#39;ve never visited Africa, or South Africa, before, you won&#39;t truly understand how beautiful it is. There is no place like home. Whenever I am in Europe, I miss Africa. I miss the openness. I miss home. I have friends who aren&#39;t from South Africa but have lived here for a number of years, and moving back to Europe, they always talk about how much they miss South Africa, and I don&#39;t blame them.&lt;br /&gt;
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I now turn to you and ask - what is it that you wonder about South Africa? What do you want to know? If you had to visit my country (for the first time or even the sixth time) - which cities would you visit? What sites would you see? What stories have you heard about my country - perhaps ones that seem misguided? When you think of South Africa, what stands out for you? What sites would you see? What would you try out? What can you do here that you can&#39;t do anywhere else in the world? Even if you are from South Africa, what things do you wish you did more of? I know that living here, I don&#39;t take as much advantage of this country as I could. When said European friends visit South Africa, we always do so much more with them and see so much more of this country than we ever do on our own. It&#39;s terrible.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;d love to hear your thoughts in order for me to show you what a beautiful country I live in. I&#39;d love to show it off and at the same time, give you what you want. There is so much to know about the world and doing my part by providing that much more knowledge on South Africa would be a pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;
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P.S. My photo&#39;s are taking way too long to download, so that&#39;s all I&#39;ll be putting up for now. Also, I know both are from Cape Town but do you know what it&#39;s like to be &lt;i&gt;in love with a city&lt;/i&gt;?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofapassion-ista.blogspot.com/feeds/8155623241356934675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/71482202588338221/8155623241356934675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/71482202588338221/posts/default/8155623241356934675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/71482202588338221/posts/default/8155623241356934675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofapassion-ista.blogspot.com/2012/10/sharing-south-africa.html' title='Sharing South Africa'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602401879816841232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlqUg8P6pk0w0AsixkoBpQk4Jkdhw4IIlwodALnhx8Unnyar5iA10SEjyXQwm-IT2ubk1nfqvM_u6qcVUOyrOmfSY3VhZ6DLavk_9t_XfbgaYBNUKu3JSh6DLJaWPi/s220/DSC_2635cce.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGHD96HIaTVxhACU4h2WNm_be10t6KekOFtk6k6EyhWAKdPp-4khFHGwlrjbgQpaufgZdeW6Vvkh2A_WrcAmk8h23xbPPFlSsMAhcDEuL9WcmG8wmZpc7-AklKbeBvZ5_grfSiedMtew/s72-c/DSCN0841.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71482202588338221.post-2118018322702758680</id><published>2012-10-16T17:50:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2012-10-17T07:19:54.588+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Stretch</title><content type='html'>It&#39;s been a &lt;i&gt;crazy&lt;/i&gt; couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;
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There was Matric Dance (a disappointment, in my opinion. Perhaps if we hadn&#39;t been so late we would have been able to appreciate more of it. By the time we arrvied, everyone was already eating their starters. Apparently we also missed the letting-go of balloons, although here is no photographic evidence of such an event, so there remains a missing link...)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Always on my mind and in my heart.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggypAd90n5t0Utab-g4y1uMen2nZHWVe3Vw3vRJpAhKPfMhFrhqdukn1F9_N29t4YR7nyz1HP1FVNrXYG0Vwpxz9SSBvFEC5b4jQGRJrq9SVAWgh4pX2JNDUJZZTznM4FUryLIAG1P7Q/s1600/545683_358622310890111_1931521278_n.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggypAd90n5t0Utab-g4y1uMen2nZHWVe3Vw3vRJpAhKPfMhFrhqdukn1F9_N29t4YR7nyz1HP1FVNrXYG0Vwpxz9SSBvFEC5b4jQGRJrq9SVAWgh4pX2JNDUJZZTznM4FUryLIAG1P7Q/s320/545683_358622310890111_1931521278_n.jpg&quot; width=&quot;212&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I have dangerous love for this girl.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I love each and every one of these girls with my heart &lt;br /&gt;
and soul.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Paragliding in Cape Town.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;A new camera (thanks dad).&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Arts on Main&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Blue Jean and T-shirt signing day at school&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsZmYMrSzH4NJDdUM7tIhK-Grtl8QRgrfpRcmoNk0RBIaSrREG0aVfeDhgcIrPlAjRgYqfoUSuyycyfaU3rBksZt7gvmWs4p_SeZeGHzZyBxgEM1s2Zf0HRMXyAi5X1nuMv9G3dDFOtA/s1600/DSC00083.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsZmYMrSzH4NJDdUM7tIhK-Grtl8QRgrfpRcmoNk0RBIaSrREG0aVfeDhgcIrPlAjRgYqfoUSuyycyfaU3rBksZt7gvmWs4p_SeZeGHzZyBxgEM1s2Zf0HRMXyAi5X1nuMv9G3dDFOtA/s320/DSC00083.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Tangaroa Strawberry Farm&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5N80hDnHR1_51x24pfyX6hHDWdy3hUlmZu6uXuvJpN4Nhq0su2_YqoNwn5ElBxzJ2aWtf0FM_OZ5wijsqc7rBWJIv9-vw-q-ax7LtMbLIlGKaunq_1D_PmSDVH9GjKcgjo0apEMw4lQ/s1600/DSC00092.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5N80hDnHR1_51x24pfyX6hHDWdy3hUlmZu6uXuvJpN4Nhq0su2_YqoNwn5ElBxzJ2aWtf0FM_OZ5wijsqc7rBWJIv9-vw-q-ax7LtMbLIlGKaunq_1D_PmSDVH9GjKcgjo0apEMw4lQ/s320/DSC00092.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Cocktails. (Life is hard, huh?)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghhhW7fNt0glF-EQy2b7e_rZ0RAiS4F5Pt4rTiBoeeXWfLUEkbP4wIRnVji61hVNo5XZSc1TzvcwGdfaAa7BMo7RpEVsohFJk8UsYg5hc54u5jnFhU0iyHFpruLssV-977Grepwn3SbA/s1600/DSC00096.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghhhW7fNt0glF-EQy2b7e_rZ0RAiS4F5Pt4rTiBoeeXWfLUEkbP4wIRnVji61hVNo5XZSc1TzvcwGdfaAa7BMo7RpEVsohFJk8UsYg5hc54u5jnFhU0iyHFpruLssV-977Grepwn3SbA/s320/DSC00096.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Our last day of school - we come dressed up in our &lt;br /&gt;
preparatory uniforms.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6d4kl3RcQ433URXVDxdEmnSrKegBbbfVa7LGaUXNo4Ne4Idd_GQIB9Ywe5oxPIrd0yajzqE_jb71pJ1fSaABmM8d8xIDx626pvZ1xxSmrXnw-09KFYWlQuTGReieG9gYRc7aTO4BWEw/s1600/DSC00128.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6d4kl3RcQ433URXVDxdEmnSrKegBbbfVa7LGaUXNo4Ne4Idd_GQIB9Ywe5oxPIrd0yajzqE_jb71pJ1fSaABmM8d8xIDx626pvZ1xxSmrXnw-09KFYWlQuTGReieG9gYRc7aTO4BWEw/s320/DSC00128.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Final assembly. The exec (leading student body at school)&lt;br /&gt;
sang and danced to Gangnam Style.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_v6hkjHUnSy9x53WdPl-lAomoCHQcGfFuSeWIW4aeuSWSEIa6BFifgXhq9IMdUtlDcGVPzN2AzX3BA2adQnsykIEaV8BU5l-pbhyyVCvZi4HzXkWRKtQLuv38cF9DE8dmPeVQ2fdzjA/s1600/DSC00187.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_v6hkjHUnSy9x53WdPl-lAomoCHQcGfFuSeWIW4aeuSWSEIa6BFifgXhq9IMdUtlDcGVPzN2AzX3BA2adQnsykIEaV8BU5l-pbhyyVCvZi4HzXkWRKtQLuv38cF9DE8dmPeVQ2fdzjA/s320/DSC00187.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Matric breakfast.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcdGDKHCtNxTiszZC-7HdROSNSFzNh06Y7tk1I6vtOEqF3Iji1Lu7vpknhmwDZGveVvUYYHXQYQRSYZWUmyxYfOb4QOqxYqJKsVJSlIDKKBoLRus5Atwds0qKp2tK3zf7hyhFnYySOGQ/s1600/DSC00269.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcdGDKHCtNxTiszZC-7HdROSNSFzNh06Y7tk1I6vtOEqF3Iji1Lu7vpknhmwDZGveVvUYYHXQYQRSYZWUmyxYfOb4QOqxYqJKsVJSlIDKKBoLRus5Atwds0qKp2tK3zf7hyhFnYySOGQ/s320/DSC00269.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Matric braai.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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The last four pictures were all from yesterday - it was honestly one of the best days of my life. The assembly was amazing and trust me, usually the matric assemblies aren&#39;t. Usually they are rushed, unorganized and as a whole, not very good. I am not being biased, but our assembly was a huge success. It was funny, talented, organised and emotional. It included everything. I am really proud of this grade and I love them with my whole heart. These are the kids I have grown up with since I moved to South Africa in 2004. I have a hard-drive full of old pictures of us looking awkward and gawky - in the stages of growing up. I have tons of pictures of us now, grown-up and self-assured. These are the kids I have spent every day with for the past eight years of my life. I will never forget them. I have shared the happiness memories with him. I am going to miss them like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Another big thing that has happened recently was the break-up between Johnathan and I. It was tough, but it was necessary. I&#39;m finding happiness in other things and it is, surprisingly, easier than I thought it would be. That&#39;s probably because my day-to-day life hasn&#39;t changed - I never used to see him because of the distance, and I still don&#39;t. The only thing that has changed is that we don&#39;t talk. I love him. I will always love him. I have never shared so much of my life with one person, and I probably won&#39;t for a long time. I&#39;m ready to make the next few years about myself - to love and respect myself and to find myself in all sorts of unfamiliar places. Perhaps if the future is kind, I can continue sharing my life with him. I don&#39;t have any expectations. I have hopes and thoughts, certainly, but no expectations. I am luck to be someone who has always found it easy to be happy - I don&#39;t know why. I am probably one of the most positive people you will ever know. For now I am grateful to have shared a part of my life with someone that made me grow so much and gave me so many new views on life. He challenged me on a daily basis. If you&#39;re reading this baby (for not feeling comfortable in calling you anything else), I love you. I hope you are smiling.&lt;br /&gt;
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I wrote more than I thought I would. I expected this to be a very rushed post because I have my Valediction tonight (my South African graduation) - in forty-five minutes actually.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mom and Dad leave to Zimbabwe tomorrow. Mom comes back on Sunday and so my sister and I are alone for a few days. I shouldn&#39;t be excited to say this, and I&#39;m not proud of it either, but I&#39;m so undomesticated - I can&#39;t emphasise that enough. In Cape Town I had to go buy socks and I ended up coming home empty-handed because like... where do you buy socks? I can&#39;t grocery shop either. I&#39;m lazy to make food for myself. I have no motivation to study for finals which start in six days. This is going to be a fun few days. I don&#39;t doubt I&#39;ll be blogging when I&#39;m avoiding studying to fill you in on the chaos that has reigned in the O&#39;Neill household.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am nothing special of this, I am sure. I am just a common man with common thoughts. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten. But I&#39;ve loved another will all my heart and soul, and to me, that has always been enough.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;- Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
and because I have a few different emotions towards this post...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;You do not need to be loved - not at the cost of yourself. The single relationship that is truly central and crucial in life is the relationship with the self. Of all the people you will know in a lifetime, you are the only one you will ever lose.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;- Jo Coudert&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and one more...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Did you say it? &quot;I love you. I don&#39;t ever want to live without you. You changed my life.&quot; Did you say it? Make a plan. Set a goal. Work towards it. But every now and then, look around, drink it in &#39;cos this is it. It might all be gone tomorrow.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;- Greys Anatomy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;The first three photo&#39;s were taken by Lauren Mitchell. She takes the most stunning photo&#39;s. I&#39;m in love with them. You can find her Facebook page &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.facebook.com/pages/LA-Photography/234021473350196?fref=ts&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMAREAsB8QUlZYlHIIHYUJs3C8j8nBZ1KqBVo73dsYXhOxudb2moR0D4RVDBVWRsAxPJKVj2tDqWtgCbRO-1nJq1CGDWyogPztRRiAm_vqkWg1l19uc3V52DFvOEWlIwAlZPQm0EjNqQ/s1600/Photo+on+2012-09-19+at+12.13+PM+%232.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;213&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMAREAsB8QUlZYlHIIHYUJs3C8j8nBZ1KqBVo73dsYXhOxudb2moR0D4RVDBVWRsAxPJKVj2tDqWtgCbRO-1nJq1CGDWyogPztRRiAm_vqkWg1l19uc3V52DFvOEWlIwAlZPQm0EjNqQ/s320/Photo+on+2012-09-19+at+12.13+PM+%232.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Me in the sun. It&#39;s my best friend, today.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Life is good.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After watching Suits yesterday for the first time, I just had to share my little &quot;list&quot; with you because I fell in love with Harvey Spector - played by Gabriel Macht. I remember watching him along side Mandy Moore in &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Because I Said So&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Even then he was gorgeous and now he plays a lawyer - oh baby, baby.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If you haven&#39;t watched Friends before - get out of my face. Just kidding - but go watch it. If you have watched it - I love you. Do you remember the one episode when Ross and Rachel spoke about their &quot;List&quot;? It was a list holding the names of celebrities that he or she could... as you would say - &lt;i&gt;get together with&lt;/i&gt; - if they ever got the chance and their partner couldn&#39;t get mad. Johnathan and I have one, too.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Without further adieu, my list:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Gabriel Macht&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Ryan Gosling&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Jake Gyllenhaal&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Jared Leto&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Oh baby, baby. &amp;nbsp;I would sell my family for these men. (Hi mom). Also: anyone with an Irish accent - and maybe Andrew Garfield, too - not when he smiles though. His smile is a tad creepy. Maybe I could just close my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Have you seen the video of that little girl on Youtube who cries because she loves Justin Bieber so much? I almost reached that level of desperation the other night after watching Ryan Gosling in &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Crazy, Stupid, Love&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am almost never this pathetic but there comes a time for everything, does there not?&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ll get Johnathan to give me his list for my next post.&lt;br /&gt;
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It&#39;s been a crazy couple of weeks. After my third week of exams during which I had an exam every single day - I stopped caring. I, instead, continued to enjoy my life as if exams did not exist. This is a very bad attitude, I am aware - when finals come around (in a month&#39;s time) I will get my head screwed on again. For now - it is rolling off into the distance and I&#39;m quite content with this.&lt;br /&gt;
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Since the last time I was serious about life a few things have happened.&lt;br /&gt;
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I got a tongue ring.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;ve never wanted a tongue ring - ever, but I&#39;ve been holding up a risk-taking-attitude and along with Samantha Ross - you can find her blog &lt;a href=&quot;http://life-crazybeautiful.tumblr.com/&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; - we made a deal to get one together. If it wasn&#39;t for her and the rest of my terrible friends (nudge nudge, wink wink) that wouldn&#39;t let me back out - I would have dropped out of the deal like the weakling I am! However, as you can see, I did go through with it. I promised my family I would take it out after VAC in December but I&#39;m pretty much in love with it now so... yeah. That&#39;s not happening.&lt;br /&gt;
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The following night I went out with friends, and because we went to the place where I bartended a couple of times, I scored so many free drinks thanks to being friends with the bartenders, and from the people I met when I was bartending. It was a wonderful night, as one can imagine - the best I have had in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;
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The next day I took what turned out to be a mini-roadtrip with Samantha to Pretoria. After seeing the Matric Dance dress of a girl I know, I decided I no longer liked mine, and would go off in search of the shop from which she hired her dress. Sam is actually awful with directions. Simply awful. After traveling on the highway for a while, I felt as if we had just gone too far. Sam told me to take the next off-ramp which led us to Centurion. I pulled off in the parking lot of the closest shopping center to call the shop assistant with whom I had the appointment. She told me to get back onto the highway and take the Ryder off-ramp. It turns out I didn&#39;t know how to get back onto the same highway continuing into Pretoria, so we ended up traveling back to Johannesburg until I gave in and canceled my appointment. Continuing on the highway back home - I, again, felt that I had gone too far. We took the next off-ramp &amp;nbsp;and landed up by Home Affairs. Only once I had gotten hold of the GPS on my iPad did we find ourselves safely back at home. That day I saw many new areas of Gauteng I wouldn&#39;t have seen without Sam.&lt;br /&gt;
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I went to Melrose Arch a couple of times - once with a friend and once with my mom. It&#39;s honestly a mini-city. When my friend Jhayde told me that, I assume she meant it was just so big it could be considered a mini-city. But no - when I entered the premises I felt as if I was in London, just with a lot less people. It has little traffic lights, pedestrian crosses and even a High Street. It&#39;s huge. I loved it. I could go wild there. I&#39;m planning on spending a day there this coming weekend - last minute Matric Dance purchases, you see. On the way back from my first visit to Melrose Arch, I didn&#39;t take any off-ramp and continued on going towards the airport. The highway is a horrible, bastard thing.&lt;br /&gt;
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I saw The Dark Knight Rises yesterday - finally! It was brilliant. The twists made me so happy - mainly the last two.&lt;br /&gt;
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The final item of news: today is my boyfriend&#39;s and my second year anniversary. (Go us!) In honour of this, I thought I&#39;d share a couple of stories from our two years together.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;The first time I flew to Cape Town to visit him, we spent the day being tourists in the heart of Cape Town. We went to Camps Bay for lunch, but before lunch we went for a walk on the beach. When the weather in Cape Town is good - it is beautiful. We took our tops off to tan a bit while we walked. But alas, we forgot about the wind that exists at the beach. It was fairly high and mighty that day and was blowing sand into us - so hard that it stung like a [insert a selection of bad words here]. We ran to the nearest covering of rocks to get away from it - not that it helped until we got our tops back on. I&#39;m crying from laughter as I write this.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;During the same holiday - and maybe the same day - we went on the Red Bus Tour which is exactly what it says - a tour you book to go on at the waterfront. There is a red or a blue bus that will take you on different routes around Cape Town. You can get on and off, as long as you present your ticket whenever you get back on the bus. We got off in the center of town - near Long Street and we got completely lost. Johnathan studied a map while I giggled on the side.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I have a problem with following other people. When I am not concentrating when I&#39;m driving, I will follow the car in front of me. In December, Johnathan and I went to London together. He left before I did, and I dropped him off at the airport. We took the underground tubes, you see. We had to get off at a station to change trains, and because I wasn&#39;t concentrating, I got off the tube and following the man in front of me directly onto the next tube. Johnathan followed suit and was not amused when we discovered we were heading in the wrong direction because I had taken the wrong train.&lt;/li&gt;
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More stories include small things like drunken phone calls, playstation sessions in which I am either watching Johnathan play FIFA or I am playing with him and getting angry at the fact that I cannot play it to save my life, watching chick-flicks in which Johnathan can get quite worked up, so many restaurant dates because all we do when we are together is eat. When Johno is tired, he gets quite energetic (the logic escapes me) and annoying. So annoying that you can&#39;t be around him. However, because I&#39;m his girlfriend and we&#39;re in a long distance relationship, when I am with him in his tired/energetic state, I&#39;m forced to stay put. This leads to him covering me in blankets to make me claustrophobic, wrestling me so much that I get too hot or it hurts which in turns leads to me elbowing him in the nose and giving him a blood-nose. It&#39;s all very romantic you see.&lt;/div&gt;
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Lucky girl, no? Happy Second Year Anniversary, baby.&lt;/div&gt;
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I&#39;ve amused myself writing this post. Thank you, blogosphere.&lt;br /&gt;
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I started a Tumblr blog today - is that what you say? Tumblr blog? Anyway, I went into one of my frenzies, and I exceeded my daily post limit. You can find the page &lt;a href=&quot;http://diaryofapassion-ista.tumblr.com/&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;because it WASN&#39;T ALL FOR NOTHING.&lt;/div&gt;
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I started yoga yesterday at a place called the Haum of Yoga. I&#39;ve seen the sign post for it, and I&#39;ve been dying to try it out - I just never got around to it until my fitness-health-freak-of-a-best-friend got us both up off our lazy asses. I loved it, and although I can&#39;t feel it as much as she can this morning, I can feel the stretch in my legs when I walk. Or wash. In the shower. Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;
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So here&#39;s a question I have for all you bloggers who have spent the majority of your independent life traveling - how do you do it?&lt;br /&gt;
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I currently have ten blogs bookmarked that are all about travel, and each belongs to a twenty-something blogger and those are only the ones I have bookmarked - I have visited so many others! They all travel, and have been doing so for a while. It is my ultimate dream to travel &lt;i&gt;all over the world&lt;/i&gt; - and that&#39;s not exaggeration. I&#39;ve travelled before - sure. I&#39;ve been to:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;England (more than a few times)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;France (on a school-tour in 2009)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Australia&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Zambia (I lived there)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Zimbabwe (obviously - I was born there)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Monaco (spent the day there on French tour in 2009 as mentioned above)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Tanzania (&lt;i&gt;beautiful&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;
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Thus, it is fair to say that I have travelled, but not as I would like to travel. I feel like I&#39;m acting like a spoilt-kid but, firstly, because I haven&#39;t ever been old enough to really take in my surroundings. I went to France when I was fifteen, and I always say that I wish I had gone when I was older.&lt;/div&gt;
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The problem is that all these holidays were because of my dad&#39;s hard-work which provided us with the money to travel and for that I am eternally grateful. But I&#39;m not going to be living off my dad&#39;s money forever. Next year I move into my own apartment, I start my first year studying at a tertiary institution and I start my own independent life. I have a small job now as a part-time driver for a friend&#39;s brother, and it pays well and I&#39;m saving the money for (a new idea of mine that I came up with the other day) a holiday to Brazil in 2014 for the FIFA World Cup (before I was just saving because I can) - but it hardly allows me an annual holiday of my own. But here I read about people who live in a different city &lt;i&gt;every year, &lt;/i&gt;or will travel to multiple countries within a year.&lt;/div&gt;
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Perhaps one of the most inspiring people I look up to is &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.adventurouskate.com/&quot;&gt;Adventurous Kate&lt;/a&gt;, someone I have been following for a while now. She travels the world for six months, and lives at home in England for another six months. Or another - someone I just found today - &lt;a href=&quot;http://expatedna.com/&quot;&gt;Expat Edna&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;who lives in a different city every year while maintaining a career, and being engaged to someone who doesn&#39;t even travel with her.&lt;/div&gt;
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My other concern is also what career path to take. I get bored very easily, my back gets sore when I sit for too long and I hate routine. I am studying fitness next year - it&#39;s an amazing course - which will allow me to work on cruise ships if I choose to go that route, but I want to go on to study and graduate with a degree. I&#39;m interested in law, marketing, fitness, health, beauty, nutrition - general wellbeing. &lt;b style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;But what will allow me to travel? &lt;/b&gt;And as a student - how do you earn enough money to travel the world as I have read in so many blogs?&lt;/div&gt;
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Perhaps I am looking in the wrong place. As a student-traveler, I know it won&#39;t be a life of luxury and I&#39;m not looking for that. I am looking for experience, people and culture - not a huge hotel bed in which you can find yourself lost in its fluffy, white duvet. If the experience, people and culture means I have to sleep in a dorm with other travelers and sacrifice meals - I welcome it whole-heartedly.&lt;/div&gt;
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There is a world out there that I have no choice but to see before my dying-day. I crave it. So, I ask you, how do you do it?&lt;/div&gt;
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In other news: today marked the first day of Spring in South Africa and I &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; it. I love the sun and I could spend all day in it. I have spent the morning in it, but unfortunately it is distracting me from my studies. &lt;i&gt;First World Pains.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;(And just for a bit of extra information - that photo on being 22, physically fit and hungry? Yeah. I had to dig through 1777 photo&#39;s on my iPad to find that. &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;1777!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;Courtesy of my 9GAG obsession - that was your first guess, right?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofapassion-ista.blogspot.com/feeds/3618241607254525626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/71482202588338221/3618241607254525626' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/71482202588338221/posts/default/3618241607254525626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/71482202588338221/posts/default/3618241607254525626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofapassion-ista.blogspot.com/2012/09/another-exam-frenzy.html' title='Another Exam-Frenzy...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602401879816841232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlqUg8P6pk0w0AsixkoBpQk4Jkdhw4IIlwodALnhx8Unnyar5iA10SEjyXQwm-IT2ubk1nfqvM_u6qcVUOyrOmfSY3VhZ6DLavk_9t_XfbgaYBNUKu3JSh6DLJaWPi/s220/DSC_2635cce.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWoXfDWaZZNEauL_L3re9z8JgGanBzR8oNl_co1HET-Jd42JfG3D4EWruzbHr-hlXVvxhIbh3GvnhDq_KYyz1H-HS9kuZm8pOmuiniUG3JMtHlfJhwJdw3v-F3qzhwQdlnXNTMerstLQ/s72-c/header.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71482202588338221.post-7258283460319009916</id><published>2012-08-27T20:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-09-02T21:53:12.699+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blogs; long distance; relationship"/><title type='text'>Ambiguity towards the Internet and Blog and Anniversary Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;I really should disconnect my MacBook, iPad and all other electronic devices from my wi-fi during exam season or get my mom to change our password, but, *scoffs*, who am I kidding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;I get these things which I like to call exam-frenzies, when I spend hours on the internet, jumping from blog to blog, and falling in love with so many people and their stories. These frenzies, as hunky-dory and as heart-warming as they are, really don&#39;t come at the best of times. They don&#39;t come before exams start, or after, but instead, smack-bang in the middle of them. It&#39;s probably because I wrote the worst maths exam of my life today, and now my brain is rejecting any sort of mental involvement with academics, but I have an english exam tomorrow, and so I&#39;m not stressed and I can allow myself this one day of debauchery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;And now, ladies and gentlemen, if you would look to your right, you will see A MILLION NEW BLOG BUTTONS I HAVE ADDED TO MY PAGE BECAUSE OH MY GOODNESS THIS MADNESS WILL NEVER END!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;I also added my button - my very first! Glory glory. But, seriously, go check out the new blogs I&#39;ve linked to. I only link the best of the best - the ones I fall in love with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;In other news, it is my &lt;i&gt;second year anniversary&lt;/i&gt; next month with my heart and soul. Again, very hunky-dory, until I tell you my dilemma. For our first year anniversary, I got him a chain with a ring on it. For our year-and-a-half-anniversary, I engraved the ring. I&#39;ve cooked him low-carb cookies for his birthday because he was on the Atkinson&#39;s Diet. I&#39;ve thrown him a surprise party. I&#39;ve made him a collage. I&#39;ve bought him books, and tons of Manchester United things (his true love, you understand). I really should have done what he did, and started small with the presents and &lt;i&gt;then&lt;/i&gt; worked my way up, but, no, I like to go all out. ALL THE TIME. Until now. Now I have absolutely no idea what to do. There is also the tiny fact that our second year anniversary is also SMACK-BANG in the middle of exams, and so we won&#39;t be spending the day together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;**cue: heart sobs**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;If anyone has any ideas, feel free to throw them around in the comments below. Key words, even. I don&#39;t care. I&#39;m very creative. Give me a thread and I&#39;ll create a masterpiece. You know, if I do say so myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Thank you, lovely humans. All my love.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofapassion-ista.blogspot.com/feeds/7258283460319009916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/71482202588338221/7258283460319009916' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/71482202588338221/posts/default/7258283460319009916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/71482202588338221/posts/default/7258283460319009916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofapassion-ista.blogspot.com/2012/08/ambiguity-towards-internet-and-blog-and.html' title='Ambiguity towards the Internet and Blog and Anniversary Madness'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602401879816841232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlqUg8P6pk0w0AsixkoBpQk4Jkdhw4IIlwodALnhx8Unnyar5iA10SEjyXQwm-IT2ubk1nfqvM_u6qcVUOyrOmfSY3VhZ6DLavk_9t_XfbgaYBNUKu3JSh6DLJaWPi/s220/DSC_2635cce.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71482202588338221.post-6807191902141126842</id><published>2012-08-22T10:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-09-01T14:43:27.455+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="a better me; inspiring people; my opinion"/><title type='text'>If you&#39;re the Smartest Person in the Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;I make a point to surround myself with people who challenge me on a daily basis. Just like that quotation, &quot;if you&#39;re the smartest person in the room, you&#39;re in the wrong room.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of years ago, I remember my mom telling me about an article she read on Sandra Bullock who spoke of the same thing - &quot;Always choose people who are better than you. Always choose people that challenge you and are smarter than you. Always be the student.&lt;span style=&quot;color: #181818;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&quot; I don&#39;t know if I formed the basis of my opinion and growing-self on what my mom told me that day, but I stand behind her belief and strong in my own belief. There is so much to know and learn from the world. There is so much about history, current affairs, culture and the world in general that you will never know, because life is too short and there is far too much information out there. That saddens me, but if I can make a point to better myself as much as I can, and learn as much as I can in my short time here on earth, then I will be content.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #181818;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #181818;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;I find that, sometimes, we don&#39;t&amp;nbsp;realize that we are standing next to one of the greatest people on earth. One of the best things about being at one school for so long, and finishing school with the same group of people, is that you one day find that one of your first friends in grade four turned out to be one of the most challenging, deepest people to ever stand beside you. You can hardly believe that that kid then, is this adult now. It astounds me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #181818;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #181818;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;This reverie is for a purpose. One of my dearest friends, Busang Senne, wrote a blog post a couple of days ago that I just read this morning. I am still sitting here in wonder, and I just had to share it because it is one of the most beautiful things I have ever read. It is beautiful in every sense of the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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