<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034226196956389789</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:00:25.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate and Caramel</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caramel-candychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034226196956389789/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caramel-candychocolate.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>choco fudge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899634382669080657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Rh49bhWKbgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/xKnj7ucV8Vo/s400/Back.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034226196956389789.post-5491503571557994475</id><published>2007-09-17T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T02:50:26.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TOO LONG TOO GONE</title><content type='html'>Yes i think i have abandoned blogger for quite sometime its been very hectic for me and now that i am back i am going to get down to business. I need to catch up on all your blogs. I can imagine we have new people and also my old favourites. okay now to all yo blogs i need to catch up. will start posting probably tomorrow when i am done reading and commenting at yours....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034226196956389789-5491503571557994475?l=caramel-candychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caramel-candychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/5491503571557994475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034226196956389789&amp;postID=5491503571557994475' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034226196956389789/posts/default/5491503571557994475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034226196956389789/posts/default/5491503571557994475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caramel-candychocolate.blogspot.com/2007/09/too-long-too-gone.html' title='TOO LONG TOO GONE'/><author><name>choco fudge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899634382669080657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Rh49bhWKbgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/xKnj7ucV8Vo/s400/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034226196956389789.post-8159269333657986804</id><published>2007-06-28T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T05:21:23.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SLEEP BABY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OU30E_jNVoM/RoOnlcy1GUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/RhN0SGMQbFs/s1600-h/3.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OU30E_jNVoM/RoOnlcy1GUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/RhN0SGMQbFs/s400/3.3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081089066430437698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p face="arial"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;She is 26 yrs old, has no child and was married for 2 years when her husband told her he wanted a divorce. The first year of their marriage was spent apart due to both of them working in different cities, each weekend she took the train to go and see him and then she would get back to her apartment on Monday morning ready for work on Tuesday since Monday was her day off. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;When the year ended her boss gave her a transfer to their office in the same city he was working. This news couldn’t have come at a better time. So she calls him to tell him the good news. When he picked up it did not seem like good news to him but anyway he made arrangements to pick her up and have all her things brought to his apartment. After only being there for 3 wks he tells her he wants a divorce after they got into a physical altercation. He told her that he promised himself that he would never lay his hands on his wife, and now that he has he cannot be married to her." Of course she was devastated, she thought THEY WERE HAPPY...THEY NEED COUNSELING NOT A DIVORCE!!!! and began to beg and plead with him to rethink this, and that they needed counselling not divorce. He said they did not need counselling; he was not going to change his mind. He then stayed with her for the next two weeks acting like he never told her he wanted a divorce.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;One day while going through their cell phone bills she finds out that he had been talking to his ex-girlfriend on the phone for the last month. After she confronted him on that he then told her he had changed his mind he wanted a divorce (but as you can see from above, he never told her that he wanted to work things out) so she said fine and moved out. He then told her a week later that even though he wanted a divorce he still wanted to be with her, so basically he wanted her to go from being his wife to his girlfriend. she then cussed him out, but they continued to have sex ( stupidly she allowed) and she ended up pregnant. When she told him she was pregnant, he told her he to get an abortion (which was even more offending) and said what made her think he wanted to have a child with her he didn’t even want to be married to her. She had a miscarriage a week later, and she still hasn't heard from him. She filed for divorce last week and they have a divorce date on Aug 12. She did everything for this guy, LITERALLY.... he even admits it. But he says that he wasn’t happy with her, and that the reason he speaks to his ex is because she knows him better. She is beyond hurt, I she hasn’t had a healthy appetite since and has a REALLY hard time leaving her apartment. She get so depressed going grocery shopping, she has had food delivered to her everyday for the past 45 days. She can't concentrate at work, and wake up basically every morning crying. She feels so alone, depressed &amp; helpless its ridiculous, and she is so ashamed of it because she knows that she has it good. No KIDS for one, and she wasn't married that long.... but it feels like she will never leave the house, that she will never find love again or even a support system. She has tried to hate him, but she love him so much.... she always asks herself why…Why...why every minute of every day. She even ask why in her sleep: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;Then she hears her alarm go off and she sit up out of the bed and she is back to her sweet 24 with her dog windy lying down on the rug. Is it possible that in one night she had lived more than 3 years?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034226196956389789-8159269333657986804?l=caramel-candychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caramel-candychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/8159269333657986804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034226196956389789&amp;postID=8159269333657986804' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034226196956389789/posts/default/8159269333657986804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034226196956389789/posts/default/8159269333657986804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caramel-candychocolate.blogspot.com/2007/06/sleep-baby.html' title='SLEEP BABY!!!'/><author><name>choco fudge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899634382669080657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Rh49bhWKbgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/xKnj7ucV8Vo/s400/Back.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OU30E_jNVoM/RoOnlcy1GUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/RhN0SGMQbFs/s72-c/3.3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034226196956389789.post-8964087973890671603</id><published>2007-06-14T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T07:21:14.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I FORGET YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ripped and taped up feelings&lt;br /&gt;for things we just cant face&lt;br /&gt;fallen but not yet broken&lt;br /&gt;are the memories we cant erase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lost but not forgotten&lt;br /&gt;are the places we used to stay&lt;br /&gt;gone but not forever&lt;br /&gt;is tomorrow's yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but time is moving slowly&lt;br /&gt;and I'm trapped behind closed doors&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to remember&lt;br /&gt;anything from before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like I've betrayed you&lt;br /&gt;because i want to leave this place&lt;br /&gt;and somehow staying here&lt;br /&gt;is just too much for me to take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's your static lullaby&lt;br /&gt; here's your empty heart&lt;br /&gt;i am letting go of everything&lt;br /&gt;that's made me fall apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my silent goodbye&lt;br /&gt;i bid my memories adieu&lt;br /&gt;cause I'm better off happy&lt;br /&gt;somewhere i cant remember you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ripped and torn up feelings&lt;br /&gt;are the things that we face&lt;br /&gt;fallen chipped and broken&lt;br /&gt;are the memories we erase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lost and now forgotten&lt;br /&gt;are the places we used to stay&lt;br /&gt;gone right now forever&lt;br /&gt;are memories of yesterday&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034226196956389789-8964087973890671603?l=caramel-candychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caramel-candychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/8964087973890671603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034226196956389789&amp;postID=8964087973890671603' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034226196956389789/posts/default/8964087973890671603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034226196956389789/posts/default/8964087973890671603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caramel-candychocolate.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-forget-you.html' title='I FORGET YOU'/><author><name>choco fudge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899634382669080657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Rh49bhWKbgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/xKnj7ucV8Vo/s400/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034226196956389789.post-4949660622484026460</id><published>2007-05-31T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T23:03:09.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHO WOULD YOU INITE IN YOUR HOUSE</title><content type='html'>just a quick on if you met 3 guys&lt;br /&gt;1. is Wealth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. is Success&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. is Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would you invite into your house because only one can enter your house..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034226196956389789-4949660622484026460?l=caramel-candychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caramel-candychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/4949660622484026460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034226196956389789&amp;postID=4949660622484026460' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034226196956389789/posts/default/4949660622484026460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034226196956389789/posts/default/4949660622484026460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caramel-candychocolate.blogspot.com/2007/05/who-would-you-inite-in-your-house.html' title='WHO WOULD YOU INITE IN YOUR HOUSE'/><author><name>choco fudge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899634382669080657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Rh49bhWKbgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/xKnj7ucV8Vo/s400/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034226196956389789.post-4589728750421370469</id><published>2007-05-24T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T00:19:06.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COOKING</title><content type='html'>Today's Recipe is From Mexico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHICKEN CROQUETTES - CROQUETAS DE POLLO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Chicken Breast&lt;br /&gt;6 slices of Ham&lt;br /&gt;2 Eggs&lt;br /&gt;3 tablespoons of flour&lt;br /&gt;1 Cup of milk&lt;br /&gt;1 Tables spoon of Chopped Onion&lt;br /&gt;1 Table spoon of chopped Parsley&lt;br /&gt;1 Table spoon of Mustard&lt;br /&gt;Bread Crumbs&lt;br /&gt;Margarine&lt;br /&gt;Salt and Pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procedure:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wash the chicken breast well and boil it with salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fry the onions in the margarine. Add the flour, stirring constantly and when it begins to brown, add milk and continue stirring for 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add the chopped ham , chicken , mustard and parsley. Add salt and Pepper and mix well. Le it cool a little to form a chick paste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whip the eggs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Form the croquettes by hand. Dip them in the whipped eggs and the bread them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fry them evenly in the oil and dry off the excess grease with a paper towel or napkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there you go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On monday i will give u the recipe for Dessert&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034226196956389789-4589728750421370469?l=caramel-candychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caramel-candychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/4589728750421370469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034226196956389789&amp;postID=4589728750421370469' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034226196956389789/posts/default/4589728750421370469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034226196956389789/posts/default/4589728750421370469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caramel-candychocolate.blogspot.com/2007/05/cooking.html' title='COOKING'/><author><name>choco fudge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899634382669080657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Rh49bhWKbgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/xKnj7ucV8Vo/s400/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034226196956389789.post-1387954350586822169</id><published>2007-05-22T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T07:13:35.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE TALE??</title><content type='html'>Okay i was supposed to post something yesterday but i was unable to get time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First i will post the pic with the tattoo for &lt;a href="http://my-life-in-chains.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OU30E_jNVoM/RlLTEBdccwI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PAMwIyaGcDE/s1600-h/images8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OU30E_jNVoM/RlLTEBdccwI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PAMwIyaGcDE/s320/images8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067344596810101506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know its too small but yeah that is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to the tale... i got dumped!!!!!!!!! Ha ha ha ha in all my life i have never been dumped i have always had my friends say these things and i always thought it cant happen to me but well i was brought back to earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he had been too busy for almost 3 weeks and then this time i am sited at Quality cuts i see him. No wait a minute i see them walking, holding hands laughing ha you should have seen my face.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it all started with a choco fudge with Pat and Ben (remember them?)  so we decided to head to Quality cuts since they have Ben's favourite flavour. As we were sited talking about life and the day's happenings,Ben suddenly asks me about HIM so i go on and on about HIM, how far the relationship had gone and how we were ready to take it to the next level. The guys seemed amused and happy for me and then the conversation shifted to how all those dreams can crumble in one night but trust me i knew that mine would not go that lane. At that moment they walked in...... HIM and HER at first i could not believe what i was seeing, then i convinced my self that they are just friends, and then i got angry because he had refused to go to lunch with me with the excuse of being busy at work. Of course these 2 guys noticed my discomfort as i watched HIM  &amp; HER  take the corner seats in the restaurant, then they asked me if i knew any of the 2 and what the problem was. I just kept quiet, picked up my phone and called HIM, when he answered he went like "Call me back in an hour am in a meeting", okay so all this time the being busy, the meetings at night, the workshops in Mbale had basically been about HER? Then i told my 2 friends that we had to go, they could not believe that i had moved from chatty to bitchy as we walked out HIM turned and looked at me then he looked at the guys i was with and then i saw him stand up heading for my direction. I wanted to run but i could not, then he held my hand and started explaining some shit i could not make out, this time Ben was right at my side telling him to leave me alone if that is what i wanted.  Men have all sorts of drama then HIM suddenly turned everything on me asking me if i had replaced him with Ben and all that crap how he thought we were serious about the relationship and how he had believed me when i said we could have a family together. All this time i was looking at him in disbelieve i could not believe now the whole thing had turned against me. I had had enough of the drama i caught Ben's hand and we walked away and i did not look back. He has been trying to call, parading at my work place but i shall not take any more drama in my life especially from a man who can not stand his ground and accept his mistake.. So that is the story of my life i wonder if Ben and Pat went home and discussed me and my stupid mouth that could not stop bragging about the perfect relationship that turned into disaster right in front of them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So until tomorrow see ya i got to get my butt out of office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Not ready to make nice- Dixie chicks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on: Make coffee and watch friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote:"Judge a tree from its fruit; not from the leaves" - Euripides, 484 - 406 BC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034226196956389789-1387954350586822169?l=caramel-candychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caramel-candychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/1387954350586822169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034226196956389789&amp;postID=1387954350586822169' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034226196956389789/posts/default/1387954350586822169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034226196956389789/posts/default/1387954350586822169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caramel-candychocolate.blogspot.com/2007/05/tale.html' title='THE TALE??'/><author><name>choco fudge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899634382669080657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Rh49bhWKbgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/xKnj7ucV8Vo/s400/Back.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OU30E_jNVoM/RlLTEBdccwI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PAMwIyaGcDE/s72-c/images8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034226196956389789.post-2421234431823032396</id><published>2007-05-18T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T00:31:48.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TOO LONG TOO GONE</title><content type='html'>Its been a while since i last went through all your posts and also since i posted something this is because i have been too busy with work i didn't even have time to check my email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God i am now a bit free i can go through all your blogs (ha isn't that a joke) to catch up..&lt;br /&gt;The weekend is here looking forward to it so i will just list down a few things i will do over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My hair is in  a total mess so i have to do something about it despite the fact that i don't have much money for me i need a new style i have had this one in the pic for too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Today after work i will go catch a movie its been long since i last went to the cimena i wonder if i still know the way. But anyway i will go solo and watch any movie showing just coz its in my plans.. Anyone want to join me feel free..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I have this wedding am dreading why? because its for the guy i once had a crush one and he knew it but he jammed to ask me out... Maybe if he had i would be the one walking down the aisle or all yo all would be getting ready for the big do. So anyway the guy has invited to watch him exchange holy vows Damn him i wish he knew how bummy he looks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I was planning on going for Benny Hinn but seeing the choir comprising of 5000 people just made me think about the congregation the kavuyo of pushing and all that.. I believe if God wants to heal you or give you a miracle in your life, he does not have to wait for an "Anointed" (as they are referred to as) pastor to visit your home area. He gives you the healing even in your own house as long as you believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Sunday i will go to church then stay home with family try to enjoy the calm since i have been so busy i have not even had time to talk to my mum so come Sunday i will do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it is raining like suddenly there is no global warming i will not go looking around for chocolate fudge or caramel and Toffee ice cream like i usually do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice weekend guys and come Monday i have a tale to tell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034226196956389789-2421234431823032396?l=caramel-candychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caramel-candychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/2421234431823032396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034226196956389789&amp;postID=2421234431823032396' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034226196956389789/posts/default/2421234431823032396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034226196956389789/posts/default/2421234431823032396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caramel-candychocolate.blogspot.com/2007/05/too-long-too-gone.html' title='TOO LONG TOO GONE'/><author><name>choco fudge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899634382669080657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Rh49bhWKbgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/xKnj7ucV8Vo/s400/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034226196956389789.post-5253598968093904419</id><published>2007-04-23T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T23:34:09.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COURTING??? DATING???</title><content type='html'>After a whole week of choosing what is right or what might be wrong for me, i decided to go to church on Sunday seeking for answers from God in regard to my earlier situation. The praise and Worship was really good and then thereafter we were blessed to have Pastor Chris come to the Pulpit to give us the good teaching. For years i loved pastor Gary's preaching but of late i have been changing to Pastor Chris. Not that i think one is holier than the other but both are good in their own ways and with different topics.. Oops look at me drifting away from my entry, anyway when pastor Chris came up he started teaching us about marriage and love and then he came to courtship and dating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtship:&lt;span class="cald-definition"&gt; the time when people have a romantic relationship with the intention of getting married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dating: the time people have a romantic relationship for passing time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i got onto my phone and started texting The Man asking wat we were doing. Then he replied that for him he thought of it as more of courting than dating. I am sorry to bring back an old Ghost but at that same time i asked "Him", you all know who that is  if anything was to happen what would it be? He replied back saying we would be dating. Aha so i was asking for an answer from God and he gave it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as i sat listening to Pastor Chris i realised that most of us spend almost 5 years dating someone hello 5 years wasting time? for a Woman  this is total bullocks and then there after you start looking like your Date's mother and then he starts looking outside to find a "shiny". If you are in a relationship today you need to ask your self if its  a courtship or just a date. Then you will know where you stand either as a TW (time Waster) or a serious person who wants to get married and have a family of their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said however its not that all courtships end up in marriage no some people regardless of the fact that they could be courting their partners might be thinking otherwise and losing focus that is why it is important to sit your partner down and clear the air so that you know where you both stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i now seem to have gone astray front he point... What was the point anyway? I was just tryinr to bring out the difference in the relationships we get involved in today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: JT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: I have  a lot of work and no salary yet so i am definitely sulking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote: "The man who fights for his fellow-man is a better man than the one who fights for himself" - Seward Darrow, 1857 - 1938&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034226196956389789-5253598968093904419?l=caramel-candychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caramel-candychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/5253598968093904419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034226196956389789&amp;postID=5253598968093904419' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034226196956389789/posts/default/5253598968093904419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034226196956389789/posts/default/5253598968093904419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caramel-candychocolate.blogspot.com/2007/04/courting-dating.html' title='COURTING??? DATING???'/><author><name>choco fudge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899634382669080657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Rh49bhWKbgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/xKnj7ucV8Vo/s400/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034226196956389789.post-5915736765706741990</id><published>2007-04-18T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T01:23:52.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LET GO</title><content type='html'>Yesterday i weighed my options and decided to meet Ben and tell what was on the ground. i told him i was dating someone and we are very serious about our relationship. i also told him how if anything was to happen between me and him, it would not be easy because of our different beliefs, i personally would not cross to the other side and i don't think he would do the same. All this time he was quiet  and i was the only one talking. After i was done with  my yaddering  (does this word exist?), he sighed and then he told me how he knew i was attached to someone and by my name "Fudge" it was evident that i am Christian and that despite all that he still thought things would work out. Then he told me to show him my palm which i did so he started reading my palm and this is what he read, " I am going to be a very naughty wife, i have a long life, will have 3 children, i started getting rich at 17 (which is true) and will become broke mid way but i will have assets that will make me have a comfortable life. So i told him to read his own and this is what he found out, He will have 2 wives, not so much money but it will give him enough comfort and he will have lots of children.  Then after the reading i asked him what he thought about what i had just talked to him about then he said "Fudge i will wait" if we were meant to be we will even  if it is 50 years from now it will still happen.&lt;br /&gt;As we finished our coffee, he got a small gold ring (too small for any adult finger) and gave it to me so i asked him what it was for and he told me to keep it and always remember the love that is waiting for me so he asked me to give him something to always remember me from i did not have anything to give at the time so  i promised to give him a bracelet that i bought in England next time i see him. I have kept it with all the other things i get from people as souvenirs. And i say this will be the very last time i talk about him until 50yrs have passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Bring me to life - Evanescence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: As if cloudy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote: "Don't be reckless with other people's hearts, And don't put up with people that are reckless with yours" - Kurt Vonnegut Jr, 1922 - 2007.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034226196956389789-5915736765706741990?l=caramel-candychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caramel-candychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/5915736765706741990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034226196956389789&amp;postID=5915736765706741990' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034226196956389789/posts/default/5915736765706741990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034226196956389789/posts/default/5915736765706741990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caramel-candychocolate.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-let-go.html' title='I LET GO'/><author><name>choco fudge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899634382669080657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Rh49bhWKbgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/xKnj7ucV8Vo/s400/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034226196956389789.post-6547849271197652462</id><published>2007-04-15T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T00:34:24.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WISHING ON THE STARS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The past few weeks have been life changing for me. I met someone through a friend of mine. Okay i like giving names so let us start Friend 1 is Pat, friend 2 is Ben. So i met Ben through Pat but then the first time we met he was just this sweet nice looking charming young man. Then every time i met Pat Ben was with him so we got to know each other, exchanged numbers and that was it. Then for the past 2 weeks he has been taking me out for coffee, ice cream you name it. Now the thing is he is falling and i am attached to someone. And then something else he is not of my&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; religious conviction not even close, he is on the other side where they are allowed to take on more than 2 wives. People might think that this is not a reason for things not to happen but my dear it is a major  reason they contradict each other. Imagine if i started dating him, would it be that one day my family and friends will have to take off their shoes so as to enter his holy place to witness holy matrimony or will it be his people to come to listen to Pastor Komagum or skinner talk about how evil it is to have more than one wife? He is so so charming i don't know how i am going to put it all down for him. Besides i have some one i really care for despite the fact that he does not do certain things for me like Ben does. I dont want you to think that i am now comparing but it is evident.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so bad that the person who has treated me like a princess does not have a chance to be treated like a prince. Why do nice people come a a wrong time or even with one small but a major factor in our lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay he has called let me answer this call i hope he is telling me that i am Christian and this cant go any further so that its not me hurting him its him helping me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till Next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034226196956389789-6547849271197652462?l=caramel-candychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caramel-candychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/6547849271197652462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034226196956389789&amp;postID=6547849271197652462' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034226196956389789/posts/default/6547849271197652462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034226196956389789/posts/default/6547849271197652462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caramel-candychocolate.blogspot.com/2007/04/wishing-on-stars.html' title='WISHING ON THE STARS'/><author><name>choco fudge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899634382669080657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Rh49bhWKbgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/xKnj7ucV8Vo/s400/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034226196956389789.post-7118014279661499907</id><published>2007-04-12T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T22:34:57.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TO LOVE TO HOLD TILL...... YOU DO US PART</title><content type='html'>That day i woke up knowing it was going to be a normal day where people wake up, go to school and then back to their apartments. Then i met him we chatted we became friends, then we became kissing friends and before i knew it he was introducing me as his future wife. Hold on was i ready for that? No not at sweet 22 is it sweet to be 22? Well so while he was introducing me as his future wife he still could not get over his ex girlfriend. everything i did was compared to lets call her Natalie. SO because i wanted things to work i lost weight and became slim like Natalie i grew my hair as long as Natalie i wore high heels like Natalie. I however got tired of being like Natalie and one day i decided to go back to being The candy  chocolate chip and caramel i had always been.&lt;br /&gt;Yah it did not go well he started staying away from me, he made excuses of his cat dying and he had to be with family to mourn. Oh did i say that i had met the whole family as the future wife? Then one weekend he tells me he is going to a friends' village for Introduction and sincerely i did not see any harm in him going.&lt;br /&gt;Then on Monday a close friend of mine asked me why i was so mean not to invite them for our introduction and i told him there was no introduction and this is what he told me" I guess he has introduced Natalie because i was wondering why he had to go to Ntungamo when your Village is Masindi". Ooooops there goes my Love the one i was meant to love, to hold till Natalie did us part....&lt;br /&gt;So i call him up and this is the conversation on phone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey how are you?&lt;br /&gt;Him: I am okay and you?&lt;br /&gt;Me Am good in town shopping.&lt;br /&gt;Him: Why didn't you come home last night yet you knew i had come back from that introduction?&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Shaky voice)Because your wife would not be amused seeing me or even hearing that i spent the night at your place.&lt;br /&gt;Him: what are you talking about baby?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Don't baby me now i know everything but why did you have to fool your parents about us yet Natalie has always been the one?&lt;br /&gt;Him: Well am so sorry sometime we are fools and don't realize the mistakes we did. Am so so sorry i will make it up to you.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Don't make it up to me, make it up to your wife clik clik that is me hanging up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what i still trust i can find the one TO love and To hold until Death do us Part.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034226196956389789-7118014279661499907?l=caramel-candychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caramel-candychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/7118014279661499907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034226196956389789&amp;postID=7118014279661499907' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034226196956389789/posts/default/7118014279661499907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034226196956389789/posts/default/7118014279661499907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caramel-candychocolate.blogspot.com/2007/04/to-love-to-hold-till-you-do-us-part.html' title='TO LOVE TO HOLD TILL...... YOU DO US PART'/><author><name>choco fudge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899634382669080657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Rh49bhWKbgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/xKnj7ucV8Vo/s400/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034226196956389789.post-697827824718081525</id><published>2007-04-12T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T06:21:07.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BEGINNING</title><content type='html'>hey everyone out there i have been hearing a lot about blogging from one of you and now i have finally joined. i hope we get to interact and share life's ups and downs..&lt;br /&gt;Till the next time ....... buonas díaz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034226196956389789-697827824718081525?l=caramel-candychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caramel-candychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/697827824718081525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1034226196956389789&amp;postID=697827824718081525' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034226196956389789/posts/default/697827824718081525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034226196956389789/posts/default/697827824718081525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caramel-candychocolate.blogspot.com/2007/04/beginning.html' title='THE BEGINNING'/><author><name>choco fudge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899634382669080657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Rh49bhWKbgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/xKnj7ucV8Vo/s400/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
