<?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-36289351</id><updated>2011-10-26T09:46:19.866+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fair Liberator</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to my blog...the theatre of enlightenment, the shrine of time-tested intellectuality, and the spawn of my generally perpetual boredom. Oh yes, I'm completely full of it. Keep your arms, legs, and anything else you deem important, inside the vehicle at all times. We all remember what happened on Jurassic Park.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JennyBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512927301137185536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YSAByAGF0io/Tqe6dhR2xCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HXf2Ult3NBo/s220/original.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36289351.post-4693757097902547648</id><published>2007-08-03T17:15:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T17:15:35.771+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Munchkin Land</title><content type='html'>My journ group, Bloomers Productions, is in the process of producing a&lt;br&gt;24-minute documentary about Kuyasa School for Special Needs Children.&lt;br&gt;The school has about 127 kids with various special needs, including&lt;br&gt;autism, multiple sclerosis, and down syndrome, among others. We&amp;#39;ve&lt;br&gt;spent the past two days out at the school, and its been incredible!!&lt;br&gt;The kids are so precious, wow. It was very sweet, yesterday two little&lt;br&gt;boys ran and tackle-hugged us, hehe. Today, there were about 6 or 7&lt;br&gt;kids that came up to hug Sarah, Thami and myself, and the boys were&lt;br&gt;fighting over who got to hold my hand. I had one child holding each&lt;br&gt;hand and another girl hugging me as we were walking along, and another&lt;br&gt;little boy came up, smacked one of the kids who was holding my hand,&lt;br&gt;and then he took my hand and kept walking!! Shocking, but quite cute.&lt;br&gt;As we were leaving about 5 or 6 of these little ones accosted&lt;br&gt;me...they all latched onto me at once, shouting &amp;quot;goodbye!! goodbye!!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;and I had so many kids hugging me at once, that I couldn&amp;#39;t walk!!&lt;br&gt;Thami and Sarah had gone ahead, not noticing, and they had to come&lt;br&gt;back and find me, haha. It was so sweet. I said to Sarah &amp;quot;I think my&lt;br&gt;uterus just skipped a beat&amp;quot;. Sweet babies...my heart just melts over&lt;br&gt;them!! :)&lt;p&gt;We also had a bit of an adventure when Thabisa, a girl with down&lt;br&gt;syndrome, tried to show us where she lived - she&amp;#39;s one of the kids&lt;br&gt;we&amp;#39;re focusing on for the doccie, so we needed to go meet her mum. We&lt;br&gt;were walking along, following Thabisa, and after we&amp;#39;d walked 2 or 3&lt;br&gt;kilometres I started to feel concerned about distance. Thabisa wasn&amp;#39;t&lt;br&gt;helpful - not only was the down syndrome a problem, but Thami&amp;#39;s Xhosa&lt;br&gt;is rusty so there was also a language barrier, and no matter which&lt;br&gt;direction we pointed, asking &amp;quot;this way?&amp;quot;, Thabisa would nod her head&lt;br&gt;to say yes. Finally I phoned the lovely Wends to pick us up and take&lt;br&gt;us back to my car, and Thabisa managed to guide us to her house. I&amp;#39;ve&lt;br&gt;been to the township several times before, but this was only my second&lt;br&gt;time in a home there, and it breaks my heart to see the way people&lt;br&gt;live. It was small, dirty, cold, and the stench of paraffin was&lt;br&gt;overwhelming. I don&amp;#39;t know how they keep from freezing to death on&lt;br&gt;these cold winter nights. Our government is shocking and needs to do&lt;br&gt;something about this!!&lt;p&gt;We had a few funny moments on our stroll through the township,&lt;br&gt;however. While walking down one dirt road alley between rows of&lt;br&gt;makeshift houses, someone shouted something in Xhosa. Thami&lt;br&gt;translated: &amp;quot;It&amp;#39;s white people, come look!!&amp;quot; haha. Another woman&lt;br&gt;looked me up and down and said something in Xhosa - Thami laughed and&lt;br&gt;told us she&amp;#39;d said &amp;quot;eish, aren&amp;#39;t these women cold?&amp;quot; haha&lt;p&gt;I went to a braai last night to bid farewell to my beloved &amp;#39;brother&amp;#39;,&lt;br&gt;Dean. We&amp;#39;ve been friends since my first year at Rhodes...we&amp;#39;ve had&lt;br&gt;loads of fun together, and on many occasions he has taken VERY good&lt;br&gt;care of me and been a great, protective big brother. I shall miss you&lt;br&gt;muchly, my dear friend, and I can&amp;#39;t wait to see what awesome things&lt;br&gt;you accomplish with your life. :)&lt;p&gt;I think Cheron and I have some mischief to get up to, somewhere...cheerios. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36289351-4693757097902547648?l=fairliberator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/feeds/4693757097902547648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36289351&amp;postID=4693757097902547648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/4693757097902547648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/4693757097902547648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/2007/08/munchkin-land.html' title='Munchkin Land'/><author><name>JennyBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512927301137185536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YSAByAGF0io/Tqe6dhR2xCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HXf2Ult3NBo/s220/original.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36289351.post-8032575668041714215</id><published>2007-07-13T10:51:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T10:53:34.507+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Solitude</title><content type='html'>How happy he, who free from care&lt;br /&gt;The rage of courts, and noise of towns;&lt;br /&gt;Contented breaths his native air,&lt;br /&gt;In his own grounds.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread,&lt;br /&gt;Whose flocks supply him with attire,&lt;br /&gt;Whose trees in summer yield him shade,&lt;br /&gt;In winter fire.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Blest! who can unconcern'dly find&lt;br /&gt;Hours, days, and years slide swift away,&lt;br /&gt;In health of body, peace of mind,&lt;br /&gt;Quiet by day,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sound sleep by night; study and ease&lt;br /&gt;Together mix'd; sweet recreation,&lt;br /&gt;And innocence, which most does please,&lt;br /&gt;With meditation.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Thus let me live, unheard, unknown;&lt;br /&gt;Thus unlamented let me dye;&lt;br /&gt;Steal from the world, and not a stone&lt;br /&gt;Tell where I lye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Alexander Pope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36289351-8032575668041714215?l=fairliberator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/feeds/8032575668041714215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36289351&amp;postID=8032575668041714215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/8032575668041714215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/8032575668041714215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/2007/07/solitude.html' title='Solitude'/><author><name>JennyBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512927301137185536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YSAByAGF0io/Tqe6dhR2xCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HXf2Ult3NBo/s220/original.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36289351.post-6150896027801303420</id><published>2007-07-08T18:54:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T18:54:26.546+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Gravity</title><content type='html'> &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 20pt;" size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Festival is over, and I am SO glad. I feel completely and totally drained, on every level...I am physically, spiritually, and emotionally &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exhausted&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 20pt;" size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Now, I have a holiday. In theory, anyway. I&amp;#39;m moving into Wendy&amp;#39;s house on Tuesday, and I&amp;#39;ll be there for nearly three weeks, housesitting while she&amp;#39;s in Manila at World Conference (lucky bug). I&amp;#39;m really looking forward to living by myself for a bit. :) It will be peaceful.&lt;br&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 20pt;" size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt; When John Mayer has said it first, and said it best, there&amp;#39;s no reason for anyone to say more...&lt;br&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 20pt;" size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gravity is working against me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And gravity wants to bring me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&amp;#39;ll never know what makes this man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With all the love that his heart can stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dream of ways to throw it all away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 20pt;" size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Gravity is working against me&lt;br&gt;  And gravity wants to bring me down&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt; Twice as much ain&amp;#39;t twice as good&lt;br&gt; And can&amp;#39;t sustain like one-half could&lt;br&gt; It&amp;#39;s wanting more that&amp;#39;s gonna send me to my knees&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, sans-serif"&gt;Gravity, stay the hell away from me&lt;br&gt; Gravity has taken  better men than me&lt;br&gt; Now how can that be?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just keep me where the light is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Keep me where the light is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36289351-6150896027801303420?l=fairliberator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/feeds/6150896027801303420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36289351&amp;postID=6150896027801303420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/6150896027801303420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/6150896027801303420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/2007/07/gravity.html' title='Gravity'/><author><name>JennyBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512927301137185536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YSAByAGF0io/Tqe6dhR2xCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HXf2Ult3NBo/s220/original.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36289351.post-3646301507680780710</id><published>2007-07-01T00:36:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T13:05:46.232+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatnow?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Graeme and Rich are weird. They think Isabel Jones is sexy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082161211208335058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z2q-cWIwvgM/Rod2sfVXftI/AAAAAAAAAA4/LFzjoSd1zLo/s320/i_jones.gif" border="0" /&gt;If this is the standard, no wonder so many attractive women in the world are single!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;CUE-TV has begun, and so has the work. We're doing a daily Breakfast Show to cover all the Festival Happenings, and our work is being broadcast online and on SABC Africa. Paul made me Day Editor and Director of the show. I'm doing a lot of Producer stuff, liasing with bosses and stuff. It's a lot of work, and stressful, but I'm REALLY glad that I don't have to traipse around town with a camera on my shoulder. I have to be at work at 5AM every morning, because the show runs from 7-9, but I get off after my 14h30 meeting so it's not too terrible. The film crews have to be here until like 2AM...I'd rather get up early and know when my day ends, than to stay up late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My lovely friend Thrishni is here!! Trishi and I got up to MUCH mischief when we worked at Children's Summit together, and I love her muchly. We've been having lots of fun the past few days. She presents a current affairs show on Lotus FM, a KZN-based SABC radio station.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082165729513930466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z2q-cWIwvgM/Rod6zfVXfuI/AAAAAAAAABA/7URbfW83_78/s320/Thrishni.jpg" border="0" /&gt;She is a lovely friend, this one...one of those friends-for-life sort of people. We've been out to dinner twice, went to see Shrek3 (unimpressive), rented loads of DVDs, and roamed the Village Green (the Festival flea market) for a couple hours. Next? Who knows. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mommy and daddy are coming on Thursday. yay. :) Haven't seen them since January. Hi guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, my brain is on an entirely other level right now. I'm so sick...I've got a cold that I just can't kick, and my voice is doing this weird pseudo-Sophia-Loren, I've-been-smoking-for-20-years act. Don't you like my sexy new voice? Very phlegmy, darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, my thoughts are quite random. Perhaps I should quit while I'm behind. It's time for me to go pretend like I actually know what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36289351-3646301507680780710?l=fairliberator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/feeds/3646301507680780710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36289351&amp;postID=3646301507680780710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/3646301507680780710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/3646301507680780710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/2007/07/whatnow.html' title='Whatnow?'/><author><name>JennyBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512927301137185536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YSAByAGF0io/Tqe6dhR2xCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HXf2Ult3NBo/s220/original.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z2q-cWIwvgM/Rod2sfVXftI/AAAAAAAAAA4/LFzjoSd1zLo/s72-c/i_jones.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36289351.post-6708666488160628222</id><published>2007-06-18T09:05:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T08:51:06.928+03:00</updated><title type='text'>My Ruby Slippers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z2q-cWIwvgM/RoH6tvVXfsI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Yky1EuwdNDU/s1600-h/n517281283_72581_5760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080617518357774018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z2q-cWIwvgM/RoH6tvVXfsI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Yky1EuwdNDU/s320/n517281283_72581_5760.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These would be my new red shoes. I bought them on sale while I was in East London (and soon thereafter arrived at the mildly disturbing realisation that all my East London purchases were red - red shoes, a red beaded necklace, and bright red streaks in my hair, pics of which are to follow). I've been searching for the perfect pair of red shoes for quite some time (over a year), and when I put these on, I knew I'd found the right ones. I'm not one to buy anything with snakeskin, or animal print (except ostrich skin leather handbags!!), but I really liked these shoes and somehow I thought the snakeskin pattern worked. at 8.5cm (3.3 inches), they are definitely the highest "high heels" I own and, after wearing them to church yesterday, a few people have dubbed them my "Devil Wears Prada Power Heels" - no complaints from me!! I just needed a pair of red shoes...I'm a funky sort of person, and I enjoy expressing my personality through my clothes, and in that sense a pair of really stunning red shoes was a notable absence in my wardrobe. So I'm quite pleased with my new purchase. :) Surprisingly enough, they're actually quite comfortable..I have a couple pairs of pointy-toed heels and I normally find them a bit squishy, but I wore these shoes all day yesterday, even kept them on when I drove 2 hours from East London to Grahamstown, and my feet weren't at all sore by the end of the evening. Happiness and joy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend in East London was...hectic. I went for a women's conference, called Radiance. It was, emotionally speaking, a very taxing weekend, but very good and, in a lot of ways, encouraging. Props to His People East London for organising it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, it's always nice to go to Port Elizabeth or East London, because I get to eat Asian food!! (of which Grahamstown is pitifully deprived) You must know what a happy duck I'll be when I'm living in Edinburgh, what with a Chinese, Thai, and/or Indian restaurant on every corner. Yipee!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm enjoying being on holiday. I needed the Jenny Time more desperately than I'd realised. It's nice to just be alone with myself, and with God. To have a break from the world for a while. I'm dreading Festival next week - it's going to be such madness. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all from me for the moment. Love and cuddles. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The JennyBean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36289351-6708666488160628222?l=fairliberator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/feeds/6708666488160628222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36289351&amp;postID=6708666488160628222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/6708666488160628222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/6708666488160628222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-ruby-slippers.html' title='My Ruby Slippers'/><author><name>JennyBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512927301137185536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YSAByAGF0io/Tqe6dhR2xCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HXf2Ult3NBo/s220/original.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z2q-cWIwvgM/RoH6tvVXfsI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Yky1EuwdNDU/s72-c/n517281283_72581_5760.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36289351.post-4396017564023127264</id><published>2007-06-12T20:09:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T20:09:35.670+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Randomness of Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="postTitle"&gt; The Randomness of Me &lt;/h2&gt;   Well, it&amp;#39;s nearly over, this nightmare called academia. The exam wasn&amp;#39;t so bad, the 4 hours flew by, because I was typing so furiously!! The minimum word count was 3000, and I wrote around 4600, and none of it was waffling. It went well...at least I think it did. I&amp;#39;m quite sure I&amp;#39;ll pass...I&amp;#39;ll be extremely surprised if I didn&amp;#39;t, anyway, because I worked very hard and knew all of the theory, and I think I wrote a good essay. Not really up to me, though. Ahhh, all I want for the course is a pass, even if it&amp;#39;s only 2 or 3 points above the fail mark - I don&amp;#39;t need to excell in this instance, just survive long enough to take my diploma and run as far away from this place as possible!!&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;  And now? Well, now comes the fun bit. The lazy bit. The bit where I can do whatever I want, because I don&amp;#39;t have to work. :) I rented three movies yesterday - American History X (I LOVE that movie!!), Head Over Heels (we all need a silly comedic chick-flick every now and then), and something I&amp;#39;ve been wanting to see for a while - Saturday Night Fever. It wasn&amp;#39;t what I expected it to be, had a few too many touches of A Clockwork Orange for my taste, but as per usual John Travolta is amazing. Here&amp;#39;s a little-known fact about the JennyBean: she harbours a secret love for disco. :) I wish I could dance like that!! :)&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;  Today I rented a few more: Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood, The Lake House (the Sandra-Bullock fest was not intentional), Equilibrium, and The Guardian. There&amp;#39;s method to my movie-renting madness, by the way...there&amp;#39;s a weekday special at my DVD place where you can get three older titles for the price of two, and I also had a free movie waiting for me (one free movie in every ten).&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;  First on my list was a bubble bath!! I don&amp;#39;t have a tub at my house - VERY sad about that thing - so I asked my friend if I could come to her house and have a soak with half a bottle of bubble-bath and an avocado face mask and a book and everything. :) Twas a very happy thing for me, and a much needed de-stress.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;  Yes, that&amp;#39;s right, I read!! I won&amp;#39;t be glued to the TV for my entire holiday. Besides, I looked through the ENTIRE DVD shop today, and I&amp;#39;ve either seen everything, or don&amp;#39;t want to, so these four movies I just rented will be the last for a while. I haven&amp;#39;t been able to read for pleasure since the end of 2003!!, and I&amp;#39;ve got a list of stack of books waiting for me. On the menu for this particular holiday are Sula (by Toni Morrison), To Kill A Mockingbird (by Harper Lee), and Watership Down, if I can find a copy. I&amp;#39;ve read Mockingbird before, but years ago and even though I loved it, I don&amp;#39;t think I understood all the political implications.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;  Inspired by Ralph&amp;#39;s current G-chat status, I feel the urge to give you guys a quick vocabulary lesson in common phrases used by my beloved spiritual family at His People Grahamstown:&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;  1. cost - like [outdated] Americans would say &amp;quot;shucks&amp;quot; - for example, &amp;quot;oh cost, I burned the toast&amp;quot; - &amp;quot;cost, I&amp;#39;m late&amp;quot;. I blame Ella and Neels for this one. ;)&lt;br&gt;  2. sho - an expression of awe where no proper word will do - &amp;quot;sho, my brother, that&amp;#39;s amazing!!&amp;quot; Think of it like &amp;quot;whew&amp;quot;. :)&lt;br&gt;  3. hectic - not hectic as in &amp;quot;I have a hectic schedule&amp;quot;. Hectic means...oh wow, how to explain...hectic is like when something is REALLY exciting, or REALLY awful, or just REALLY...something. :)&lt;br&gt;  4. powerful - This phrase owes all its glory to John Walters, I think. I suppose its similar in definition to &amp;quot;hectic&amp;quot;. Imagine someone has just told you a hectic story...at the end, you&amp;#39;ll say solemnly, &amp;quot;powerful&amp;quot;, an shake your head meaningfully. hehe&lt;br&gt;  5. do that thing! - you&amp;#39;ve just shared a particularly idealistic story, and someone says &amp;quot;do that thing!&amp;quot; or...I don&amp;#39;t know. It&amp;#39;s a way of saying &amp;quot;go for it&amp;quot;.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;  I am, indeed, guilty of using all of these, and others (I&amp;#39;m sure Kevin could add a few). Like when Ella (my former housemate) wants you to make her a cup of tea, and she sees that you&amp;#39;ve just made some for yourself, and she&amp;#39;ll look at the tea and look at you with a gleam in her eye and say &amp;quot;is that tea?&amp;quot; hehe ;) I love you, EllaBella!!&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;  I was thinking of something the other day that I want to put on my blog, so here it is: a tribute to all my brothers. My spiritual ones, I mean. It&amp;#39;s so wonderful to have a group of guy-friends who know how to treat women with respect, and who do it fearlessly in a world that tells them to do otherwise. It&amp;#39;s great to have guys like that who treat you like you&amp;#39;re special, and make you feel loved and beautiful and appreciated, but feel secure in the knowledge that it&amp;#39;s brotherly love, and that they&amp;#39;re not trying to get a pay-off from it. Thank you, guys, for being truly Godly men who appreciate Godly women, instead of getting caught up in this world&amp;#39;s definition of what men and women are supposed to behave like. You are few, and you are mighty, and you are muchly loved. What would I do without you? What would any of us do without you? So here&amp;#39;s a HUGE thank-you, a show of respect, for my brothers: Goldie, Danie, Neels, Flanners, Dean J, Doug, Dylan, Euan, Fifi, Frans, all the James and Johns!!, Joy, Kevin, Lester, Tendai, Gareth, Marc, Ralph, Ryan (both Brear and Rainer!!), Sean, Shungu, Steve, Theo, Tony, and all the others I&amp;#39;m sure I&amp;#39;ve forgotten to list here. :)&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;  And with that, I bid you farewell, a DVD awaits. :)&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;  Madame JennyBean &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36289351-4396017564023127264?l=fairliberator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/feeds/4396017564023127264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36289351&amp;postID=4396017564023127264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/4396017564023127264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/4396017564023127264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/2007/06/randomness-of-me_12.html' title='The Randomness of Me'/><author><name>JennyBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512927301137185536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YSAByAGF0io/Tqe6dhR2xCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HXf2Ult3NBo/s220/original.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36289351.post-5560874007360298803</id><published>2007-06-10T18:20:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T18:20:51.488+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Exam Ever</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow morning, I will write my last exam ever. It&amp;#39;s a four hour, open book essay question exam, to be written in the Africa Media Matrix computer lab. The AMM is the Rhodes University School of Journalism, also known as my second home... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m VERY stressed about this exam. I&amp;#39;ve been working very hard, every day for the past 11 days, and I feel like I know the theory. But I&amp;#39;m scared I&amp;#39;m going to get there and the question is just going to blow me out of the water and I won&amp;#39;t know how to answer it. I&amp;#39;ve got a LOT riding on this exam, I really need to do well. And I&amp;#39;m terrified. BLAH!! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I just need to get through the next 20 hours of my life. Just 20 hours. Then I can check out for a while. Sleep, read something OTHER than academic discourse, rent a stack of movies and just veg out for a couple days because I&amp;#39;ve bloody well earned it. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I only have to deal with my life for 20 more hours...I can do this, I can do this...&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36289351-5560874007360298803?l=fairliberator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/feeds/5560874007360298803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36289351&amp;postID=5560874007360298803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/5560874007360298803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/5560874007360298803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/2007/06/last-exam-ever.html' title='Last Exam Ever'/><author><name>JennyBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512927301137185536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YSAByAGF0io/Tqe6dhR2xCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HXf2Ult3NBo/s220/original.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36289351.post-6884705199276093784</id><published>2007-06-09T20:23:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T20:23:53.643+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;ve figured it out!! I&amp;#39;ve figured out what&amp;#39;s happening on Lost!!&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Well, you know how these people - the survivors - have been stranded, and they are stuck on this mesmerising (yes, the European spelling, NOT the bloody American one!!) island, and they just don&amp;#39;t know what&amp;#39;s going on. Then there are these people - the Others - who seem to run the island, and they know EXACTLY what&amp;#39;s going on, but they refuse to tell any of the survivors, and it&amp;#39;s infuriating...&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Well, guess what people, it&amp;#39;s all metaphysical, intertextual, bla bla bla. In actual fact, WE are the &amp;quot;survivors&amp;quot;, and the people who write the show are the &amp;quot;Others&amp;quot;, and they know what&amp;#39;s going on (at least I hope they do or we&amp;#39;re in for a very weak ending) but they refuse to give us any satisfaction whatsoever!! No closure, no information, nada!! They just keep on doing more confusing things, and watching us get in more and more of a twist because we can&amp;#39;t figure out what&amp;#39;s going on, but we&amp;#39;re stuck because we just can&amp;#39;t stop watching!!&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Lost - the show I love to hate.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; I hope the people who write this thing know what&amp;#39;s going on, because they are building up SO much suspense that it&amp;#39;s going to be pretty flipping hard to give us a big enough payoff so that the ending isn&amp;#39;t a complete letdown. At least Heroes had the decency to wrap things up at the end of the season.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Blah!!...&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36289351-6884705199276093784?l=fairliberator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/feeds/6884705199276093784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36289351&amp;postID=6884705199276093784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/6884705199276093784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/6884705199276093784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/2007/06/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>JennyBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512927301137185536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YSAByAGF0io/Tqe6dhR2xCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HXf2Ult3NBo/s220/original.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36289351.post-3843371033420833661</id><published>2007-06-04T21:43:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T21:43:04.386+03:00</updated><title type='text'>3x5</title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;m writing you to catch you up on places I&amp;#39;ve been&lt;br&gt; You held this letter probably got excited,&lt;br&gt; But there&amp;#39;s nothing else inside it&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Didn&amp;#39;t have a camera by my side this time&lt;br&gt; Hoping I would see the world with both my eyes&lt;br&gt; Maybe I will tell you all about it&lt;br&gt; When I&amp;#39;m in the mood&lt;br&gt; To lose my way&lt;br&gt; With words&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Today skies are painted colours of a cowboy&amp;#39;s cliche&lt;br&gt; And strange how clouds that look like mountains&lt;br&gt; In the sky are next to mountains anyway&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Didn&amp;#39;t have a camera by my side this time&lt;br&gt; Hoping I would see the world with both my eyes&lt;br&gt; Maybe I will tell you all about it&lt;br&gt; When I&amp;#39;m in the mood&lt;br&gt; To lose my way but let me say&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; You should have seen that sunrise&lt;br&gt; With your own eyes&lt;br&gt; It brought me back to life&lt;br&gt; You&amp;#39;ll be with me next time I go outside&lt;br&gt; No more 3x5&amp;#39;s&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Guess you had to be there&lt;br&gt; Guess you had to be with me&lt;br&gt; Today I finally overcame&lt;br&gt; Tryin&amp;#39; to fit the world inside a picture frame&lt;br&gt; Maybe I will tell you all about it&lt;br&gt; When I&amp;#39;m in the mood&lt;br&gt; To lose my way but let me say&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; You should have seen that sunrise&lt;br&gt; With your own eyes&lt;br&gt; It brought me back to life&lt;br&gt; You&amp;#39;ll be with me next time I go outside&lt;br&gt; No more 3x5&amp;#39;s&lt;br&gt; Just no more 3x5&amp;#39;s&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; * * * * * * * *&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; I was listening to this song today. It&amp;#39;s one of my favourites by John Mayer (although, let&amp;#39;s face it, I love everything he sings). But I think I have a soft spot for this particular song, because I&amp;#39;ve got a &amp;#39;history&amp;#39; with it, so to speak.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; When I was first driving to Rhodes University, in February 2004, headed to orientation week and a completely scary, unknown world, John Mayer was in the car with me the whole way there. It was near the end of the 6 hour trip, and 3x5 was playing, and it just so happened that we were in the most beautiful part of the drive..the outskirts of Grahamstown, with rolling hills and gorgeous landscapes, and everything was the most indescribable shade of green. And that was exactly it - everything was indescribable in its beauty, and it fit perfectly with the message of 3x5: you can&amp;#39;t capture real beauty in a picture frame. I remember this one part where John has a piano solo during the song, and the music kind of swells, and it coincided with the exact moment I drove around a bend on the mountain road, and as I came round that bend I could see this huge expanse of beautiful mountains, carrying on for as far as my eyes could see. The music fit the moment so well, it felt orchestrated. I felt so lucky that I was going to be living in such a beautiful place, that I had found this university nestled between sweeping mountains and the Indian Ocean. Twas a great moment. :)&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; I&amp;#39;ve been thinking about when I first came to Rhodes. I had NO idea what I was getting myself into, and I was completely unprepared. It&amp;#39;s weird, I didn&amp;#39;t feel nervous about leaving home until the night before I actually did...suddenly I realised, whoa this phase is over baby, from tomorrow you don&amp;#39;t live here anymore!! &amp;quot;You can&amp;#39;t come home again&amp;quot;...it&amp;#39;s SO true. Home is great, it&amp;#39;s nice to see family and eat decent food again, but really it&amp;#39;s never the same again, is it?&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; But you know something, I don&amp;#39;t think that&amp;#39;s only the case with leaving your childhood home. I think the concept of &amp;quot;home&amp;quot; is actually a very fluid one. Now, 4 years later, Grahamstown is my home. As much of a home as my childhood home was, with as close a family. But I&amp;#39;m leaving it soon, and I can never come back again. It will never be the same. Something will be missing, and I&amp;#39;ll never be able to put my finger on it. I&amp;#39;ll be going to Edinburgh, and that will become my new home. Then I&amp;#39;ll leave that place, and move on to another home, and Edinburgh will be one more home I&amp;#39;ll never be able to return to. It&amp;#39;s weird, like you can go home and hang out with old friends in the same old coffee shops, and its all so familiar, but at the same time its so violently not-the-same, and you wonder if you&amp;#39;ve stepped into a parallel universe.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Maybe it&amp;#39;s because we weren&amp;#39;t meant to get too comfortable on Earth, in this life. :)&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Do I have any regrets, from my time here? A few. Maybe a lot, I&amp;#39;m not really sure. I&amp;#39;m sad about the way a few of my friendships have turned out. I&amp;#39;m sad I didn&amp;#39;t stay in res another year - but generally, that regret is fleeting. :) Ahhh, you know what I&amp;#39;m really sad about? I never got to share this home of mine with anyone from my &amp;quot;other life&amp;quot;...none of my friends from Lesotho, or the states. I wish I could have had that...for Todd to come for a weekend, or Kevin, or Jill. Marc. Tiffany. Rachel. Anyone, really...I just would have liked to see my lives converge at some stage, for my older friends to meet my newer ones. But alas!! Twas not on the cards.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Just cast away, I&amp;#39;m lost at sea, I&amp;#39;m alone, no one here but me...rescue me before I fall...I&amp;#39;ll send an SOS to the world...I hope that someone gets my message in a bottle...&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; John Mayer makes me peaceful.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Peace out. :)&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; JennyBean &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36289351-3843371033420833661?l=fairliberator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/feeds/3843371033420833661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36289351&amp;postID=3843371033420833661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/3843371033420833661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/3843371033420833661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/2007/06/3x5.html' title='3x5'/><author><name>JennyBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512927301137185536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YSAByAGF0io/Tqe6dhR2xCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HXf2Ult3NBo/s220/original.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36289351.post-29614524966199083</id><published>2007-05-22T10:46:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T10:46:50.775+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am A Beautiful And Unique Snowflake</title><content type='html'>Take that, Tyler Durden.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;  Actually, the point of my title is not another shameless plug for Edward Norton (well, maybe just a little bit)...but to inform you of the latest news in JennyLand: IT&amp;#39;S SNOWING IN GRAHAMSTOWN!!&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;  Or it was, anyway...yesterday it snowed. It didn&amp;#39;t stick obviously, we ARE in Africa after all, but it snowed nonetheless. Sarah said her car&amp;#39;s outside temp thermometer (I want a smart car!!) said it was around 3C outside. I have no idea what that is in Fahrenheit, but it can&amp;#39;t be warm. This weather makes me excited for Scotland. :)&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;  I have the flu so I spent most of yesterday in my nice warm bed, listening to the rain in the afternoon, then watching the snow in the evening, and dosing myself with cough syrup and Vitamin drinks. I need my mommy. :(&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;  Val McLelland came to visit our church this weekend. She is a prophetess based in Johannesburg. She last visited us in 2005. It&amp;#39;s great to see her minister to people, God&amp;#39;s work in her life is truly phenomenal, and its so exciting to see His hand so tangibly working in people&amp;#39;s lives. Exciting stuff!!&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;  The countdown continues!! 5 months 11 days until I&amp;#39;m finished with varsity forever. I can almost taste the sweetness that comes from a LACK of academia. ;)&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;  The Zimbabwe doccie went well. Bloomers was the first group to finish at 18h30 on Saturday, once again proving that we aren&amp;#39;t weaker for being the only all-girl group. A national news magazine show, Carte Blanche, is interested in broadcasting our piece, so we&amp;#39;re sending it in to them and we&amp;#39;ll see if it happens or not, they have to see it first. It&amp;#39;s all quite exciting though. :)&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;  I&amp;#39;m afraid my fingers are starting to freeze so the typing must end, and I must go get ready for the day.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;  I&amp;#39;m turning 22 one week from today. eep!! Now I really have to be a grown-up, hehe.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;  Cheerios, kiddies.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36289351-29614524966199083?l=fairliberator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/feeds/29614524966199083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36289351&amp;postID=29614524966199083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/29614524966199083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/29614524966199083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-am-beautiful-and-unique-snowflake.html' title='I Am A Beautiful And Unique Snowflake'/><author><name>JennyBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512927301137185536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YSAByAGF0io/Tqe6dhR2xCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HXf2Ult3NBo/s220/original.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36289351.post-7038015816979775893</id><published>2007-05-17T07:01:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T19:23:10.036+03:00</updated><title type='text'>12 out of 18</title><content type='html'>There are a handful of people in the world whose taste I trust implicitly. For instance, if Justin says I'll like I certain band, I'll listen to it, because he's usually right. When Kevin says I'll like some song or movie, I'll go out and find it, because so far, he's never let me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is in this spirit that I sought out the Primal Fear DVD last night, after Kevin gave me an irresistable recommendation during a discussion about Edward Norton. I wasn't disappointed...indeed, I've yet to be disappointed by any of Norton's work. He's amazing!! If you've yet to see Primal Fear, what are you waiting for? Don't sit there reading my blog, go!! Go to Blockbuster and rent it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked up Norton's filmography at IMDB and was surprised to find that I've actually seen 12 out of his 18 feature films. Maybe its a subliminal thing, hehe. But really, he's never let me down, such an amazing artist. But moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wrapped up in my documentary for the past several weeks. Bloomers Productions has been producing a short piece about the intimidation of Zimbabwean students at Rhodes University. Basically, the intimidation of anyone Zimbabwean who speaks out against Robert Mugabe. It's been quite a ride, finishing off this piece, and now comes the crunch time where we're rushing to get everything edited and packaged by Monday. eep!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I sit, in my tiny editing suite, which I'm beginning to view as a jail cell with broadband...it's about 6x8 with no windows or aircon. Heaven help us. 5 months until I'm free of this sick institution called tertiary education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell I don't actually have anything of value to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, yes I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO WATCH PRIMAL FEAR, you nana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36289351-7038015816979775893?l=fairliberator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/feeds/7038015816979775893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36289351&amp;postID=7038015816979775893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/7038015816979775893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/7038015816979775893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/2007/05/12-out-of-18.html' title='12 out of 18'/><author><name>JennyBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512927301137185536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YSAByAGF0io/Tqe6dhR2xCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HXf2Ult3NBo/s220/original.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36289351.post-1996601422189149825</id><published>2007-05-03T09:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T09:02:56.152+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Springfield</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I miss Springfield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at pictures from James River, and I chat to old friends and family members who live there. I remember certain fun things, like crazy stuff that happened at KHS, or joyriding with Jamie, or loitering around Super WalMart. Fast Asian Food and bad country music on the radio. My grandparents nearby, my cousins too. The same youth pastor I've known since I was 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems so easy, but I know its not. I know I couldn't live there again. The same Springfield isn't there anymore. America holds nothing for me, least of all Springfield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nostalgic for something that doesn't really exist. Maybe I just want to get out of here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36289351-1996601422189149825?l=fairliberator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/feeds/1996601422189149825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36289351&amp;postID=1996601422189149825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/1996601422189149825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/1996601422189149825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/2007/05/springfield.html' title='Springfield'/><author><name>JennyBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512927301137185536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YSAByAGF0io/Tqe6dhR2xCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HXf2Ult3NBo/s220/original.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36289351.post-805121879848295021</id><published>2007-04-30T11:02:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T11:07:39.753+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Look at your face, it doesn’t shine the way it used to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Look at your eyes, they don’t sparkle anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Look what you’ve done, you’ve ruined it for everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Who told you that you had to lose your innocence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(I can begin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I, I’m starting over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(Again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I, I’m starting over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now tell me how, I get back to my childhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I used to think it was so naive, I was so naive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Look what I’ve done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I’ve ruined it for everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I should have held on harder to my innocence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It’s never too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It’s never too late for starting over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Reclaim your innocence, start over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Reclaim your innocence, reclaim your innocence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Start over, start over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Look at your face, it doesn’t shine the way it used to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Audio Adrenaline&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36289351-805121879848295021?l=fairliberator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/feeds/805121879848295021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36289351&amp;postID=805121879848295021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/805121879848295021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/805121879848295021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/2007/04/starting-over.html' title='Starting Over'/><author><name>JennyBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512927301137185536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YSAByAGF0io/Tqe6dhR2xCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HXf2Ult3NBo/s220/original.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36289351.post-8505154842250780783</id><published>2007-04-15T05:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T17:30:14.614+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Brilliant News</title><content type='html'>I have fantastic, ohsovery exciting news!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy DID get married!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One is never quite sure until right at the end of the book, I feel. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36289351-8505154842250780783?l=fairliberator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/feeds/8505154842250780783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36289351&amp;postID=8505154842250780783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/8505154842250780783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/8505154842250780783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/2007/04/brilliant-news.html' title='Brilliant News'/><author><name>JennyBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512927301137185536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YSAByAGF0io/Tqe6dhR2xCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HXf2Ult3NBo/s220/original.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36289351.post-1051712796659205146</id><published>2007-04-11T07:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T08:05:27.307+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Phil</title><content type='html'>I have a theory about Dr. Phil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think people watch Dr. Phil so that they can get their voyeuristic fix of other people's problems (and laugh, because people get themselves into such stupid messes), without the pitfall of having to watch the embarassing white trash one finds on such shows as Jerry Springer and Ricki Lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its no different. Dr. Phil just has a cleaner look and a classier host. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36289351-1051712796659205146?l=fairliberator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/feeds/1051712796659205146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36289351&amp;postID=1051712796659205146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/1051712796659205146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/1051712796659205146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/2007/04/dr-phil.html' title='Dr. Phil'/><author><name>JennyBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512927301137185536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YSAByAGF0io/Tqe6dhR2xCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HXf2Ult3NBo/s220/original.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36289351.post-2776115032743447162</id><published>2007-04-11T07:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T07:06:05.917+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My Happy Feet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z2q-cWIwvgM/RhxsmG9frVI/AAAAAAAAAAo/dskCw4GSRlM/s1600-h/n517281283_43883_8485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052032283962223954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z2q-cWIwvgM/RhxsmG9frVI/AAAAAAAAAAo/dskCw4GSRlM/s320/n517281283_43883_8485.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My two housemates have gone away for the Easter holiday, leaving me with the house to myself for 4 days and nights, and I am THRIVING. I've decided these are a few of my favourite perks about living alone:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can sing in the shower. Loudly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can leave the bathroom door open while I shower, so I can hear the music from my bedroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can sleep in my underwear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Heck, I can walk around the house in my underwear!! Fix breakfast!! Make a cup of tea!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can take possession of the lounge for an impromptu DVD viewing anytime I please, and watch whatever channel I want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can play any music I want, as loud as I like!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm the only one using the crockery and cutlery, so if the dishes pile up in the sink, there's nobody to blame but me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can walk around the house with a swamp-thing-green beauty mask smeared across my face, and nobody looks at me funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can dance in the kitchen while I cook, because of course I can clearly hear the great music blasting from my room upstairs. And because nobody is watching, I'm the best dancer in the world. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can paint my toenails anywhere I want without ppl watching me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can watch TV at 3AM when I can't sleep, and I'm not waking anyone else up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can wear my pajamas and bathrobe all day if I like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm the Queen of my castle. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So far, Queendom suits me just fine. :) I love my digsmates, but I do miss living alone (I was by myself in this house for about 5 weeks before anyone else moved in). Maybe I can live alone when I go to Edinburgh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I got back from Johannesburg a week ago yesterday, and what a relief it was. It was the week from hell. Don't get me wrong, it was a good experience - I learned a lot, made some good contacts, and some great friends (hi Thrishni!!), but it was such a long and painful week. Unbelievably disorganised, arrgh!! It was a good reminder of why I don't want to go into the mainstream media. I would die, working for national networks. *sigh* shake it off...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh something else great from Johannesburg: I went to Bruma Lake and bought a gorgeous black leather trenchcoat (see pic) for ridiculously cheap. Mwahahahaha. Animal rights activists, this is your cue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So now I'm on holiday. Week one is coming to a close, and I have one more week. You know what that means!! 2 more months until I'm free of Media Studies FOREVER!! 5 months until TV is over!! And 7 MONTHS until I graduate from university!! Can you believe it? I can't. I never thought I'd survive four years at ANY tertiary institution, let alone one of such high quality as Rhodes University.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here's another shocker...in just over 7 weeks, I'm turning 22. I'm trying to think of some fabulous way to celebrate...its my last birthday in Grahamstown, I've had a great party every year thus far, and I want to go out in style. Ideas, anyone? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I had a few friends over on Thursday and we rented Happy Feet. How FABULOUS is that movie!?!? Greatness!! I thrived, it was so great. I even watched it again this morning while I ate breakfast. :) I think I want the soundtrack. Boogiewonderland, baby!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Those are all the pearls of *cough* wisdom that I have to offer for the moment. Back to doing nothing of any particular value. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Dancing Queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36289351-2776115032743447162?l=fairliberator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/feeds/2776115032743447162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36289351&amp;postID=2776115032743447162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/2776115032743447162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/2776115032743447162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-happy-feet.html' title='My Happy Feet'/><author><name>JennyBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512927301137185536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YSAByAGF0io/Tqe6dhR2xCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HXf2Ult3NBo/s220/original.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z2q-cWIwvgM/RhxsmG9frVI/AAAAAAAAAAo/dskCw4GSRlM/s72-c/n517281283_43883_8485.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36289351.post-6378099373850652916</id><published>2007-03-27T11:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T12:19:31.670+02:00</updated><title type='text'>5th World Summit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Allo allo kiddies. I'm still in Johannesburg..."why are you in Joburg?" you say? Well, let me tell you why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last Wednesday, during our morning Journ meeting, I was chosen to attend the 5th World Summit on Media and Children, previously held in Brazil, London, Australia, etc. I was to be put on the Highway Africa News Agency payroll, and they flew me up to JHB with a small contingent of journos, put me up in a hotel, provided me with a daily stipend for food, etc. My job? To film a short documentary-style piece about the conference, and to assist in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.icasa.org.za"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ICASA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-sponsored training to educate schoolchildren about print, television, and radio journalism. My carry-on luggage? A camera, tripod, sound equipment, a miniMac, flat plasma computer screen, keyboard and mouse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I arrived early Thursday morning and we began work on Friday, which is when I found out that I was solely responsible for the 15 kids that wanted to learn about TV, because nobody thought to hire more than one TV journalist, while there are about 6 print writers. GLORY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So I've basically been running around Sandton like a mad thing for the past almost-week, trying to keep my head on straight. I'm making great contacts though, ones that might be rather useful once I get to Scotland, so that's always a good thing. I'm REALLY looking forward to returning to Grahamstown on Thursday, though...I miss it muchly. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's also been nice to catch up with friends in JHB who I haven't seen in a while, as I hardly ever get up to JHB. Then of course there are friends who say they want to see me but conveniently never call or sms while I'm here...but it shows you who your real friends are, I suppose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I must make way for other desperate journalists who want to use the computers. Cheerios, munchkins...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We represent the lollipop kid..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36289351-6378099373850652916?l=fairliberator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/feeds/6378099373850652916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36289351&amp;postID=6378099373850652916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/6378099373850652916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/6378099373850652916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/2007/03/5th-world-summit.html' title='5th World Summit'/><author><name>JennyBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512927301137185536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YSAByAGF0io/Tqe6dhR2xCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HXf2Ult3NBo/s220/original.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36289351.post-5552937673771208070</id><published>2007-03-14T01:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T13:29:54.721+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Gravity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gravity is working against me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And gravity wants to bring me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh I'll never know what makes this man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;With all the love that his heart can stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dream of ways to throw it all away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh Gravity is working against me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And gravity wants to bring me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh twice as much aint twice as good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And can't sustain like a one half could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's wanting more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That's gonna send me to my knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh gravity, stay the hell away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And gravity has taken better men than me (Now how can that be?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just keep me where the light is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just keep me where the light is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Keep you all where the light is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just keep us where the light is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ohh.. where the light is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36289351-5552937673771208070?l=fairliberator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/feeds/5552937673771208070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36289351&amp;postID=5552937673771208070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/5552937673771208070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/5552937673771208070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/2007/03/gravity.html' title='Gravity'/><author><name>JennyBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512927301137185536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YSAByAGF0io/Tqe6dhR2xCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HXf2Ult3NBo/s220/original.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36289351.post-3530737890381707468</id><published>2007-03-11T01:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T15:19:40.790+02:00</updated><title type='text'>New Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I&amp;#39;m so tired.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I posted new photos on my Flickr site, the link is at the top of my link list on the right-hand side of the screen. They are photos taken on the Mac in my edit suite...PhotoBooth + special effects + a group of overworked and underslept Television grad students = really weird pictures. Enjoy. Or be afraid. Whatever. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;All my energy at the moment is going into keeping my head above water, so this post must end now.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Must sleep...&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;PS: I watched &lt;I&gt;Dude, Where's My Car?&lt;/I&gt; last night. That is officially the most stupid movie ever made. Americans are weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36289351-3530737890381707468?l=fairliberator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/feeds/3530737890381707468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36289351&amp;postID=3530737890381707468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/3530737890381707468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/3530737890381707468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/2007/03/new-pics.html' title='New Pics'/><author><name>JennyBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512927301137185536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YSAByAGF0io/Tqe6dhR2xCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HXf2Ult3NBo/s220/original.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36289351.post-2174345887959078269</id><published>2007-03-10T03:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T15:39:04.936+02:00</updated><title type='text'>New Deep</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I’m so alive, I’m so enlightened&lt;br /&gt;I can barely survive a night in my mind&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got a plan&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna find out just how boring I am&lt;br /&gt;And have a good time&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Cause ever since I tried&lt;br /&gt;Trying not to find&lt;br /&gt;Every little meaning in my life&lt;br /&gt;It’s been fine, I’ve been cool&lt;br /&gt;With my new golden rule&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Numb is the new deep&lt;br /&gt;Done with the old me&lt;br /&gt;And talk is the same cheap it’s been&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I’m a new man&lt;br /&gt;I wear a new cologne and&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn’t know me if your eyes were closed&lt;br /&gt;I know what you’ll say,&lt;br /&gt;“This won’t last longer than the rest of the day”&lt;br /&gt;But you’re wrong this time, you’re wrong&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Numb is the new deep&lt;br /&gt;Done with the old me&lt;br /&gt;I’m over the analyzing tonight&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Stop trying to figure it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Deep will only bring you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;You know, I used to be the back porch poet with a book of rhymes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Always open knowing all the time I’m probably&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Never gonna find the perfect rhyme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;For “heavier things”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;- John Mayer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36289351-2174345887959078269?l=fairliberator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/feeds/2174345887959078269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36289351&amp;postID=2174345887959078269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/2174345887959078269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/2174345887959078269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/2007/03/new-deep.html' title='New Deep'/><author><name>JennyBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512927301137185536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YSAByAGF0io/Tqe6dhR2xCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HXf2Ult3NBo/s220/original.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36289351.post-9018508949067721848</id><published>2007-03-06T08:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T09:13:03.055+02:00</updated><title type='text'>More Revelations...</title><content type='html'>We were talking about something in church recently, and I thought I'd share...don't we love when I share? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't fall into the trap of religion, this is true. Being a Christian isn't about being religious, it's about having a relationship with God. Religion is all about rules, regulations, legalism, and a healthy dose of guilt...a relationship with God is about living a life that pleases God, because we love Him so much and realise that He is passionately in love with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, so many Christians try to do it on their own. They don't feel that church is an integral part of their faith, so they profess to be Christians, but they prefer to sleep in on Sundays and they rarely, if ever, attend church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't the Christianity that Jesus Christ modelled for us. Yes its true, being a Christian in and of itself is between you and God, and other people can't make you a Christian...that's all about believing that Jesus is the Son of God, accepting that He died for you, and choosing to live a different lifestyle as a response to the sacrifices Jesus made for you. So the born again part is between you and God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you want to grow as a Christian - which we HAVE been called to do - you can't do it by yourself. God never asked you to. We need discipleship and spiritual family. We need to be surrounded by people who have been Christians for longer than us, be under their mentorship so that we can learn and grow - Jesus modelled this through His relationship with His disciples. We are trained, and then we train the next generation, and so on...this is how the Kingdom is won. If we don't grow as Christians, our faith will become stagnant and eventually fizzle out. We MUST keep pressing in, we MUST keep growing, we can't ever give up because for as long as we live, we will NEVER know all their is to learn about God, so there is always more to learn and He is eager to reveal Himself to us!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we need discipleship. And we also need spiritual family. We need to get plugged into a church, serve the church, attend services to worship corporately and be fed by the sermon the minister delivers. Look at the examples of the major apostles in the New Testament. They weren't alone. They were part of churches. I once heard someone refer to church in the following way: "You don't attend church every week to remain a Christian. You go to church every week to get your marching orders." How will you know what God is doing in His church if you aren't attending regularly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys, it's SO important to attend church regularly. If you would rather stay in bed on Sunday, aren't you saying that sleep is more important to you than God? That would be a violation of the "no gods before me" law...an idol is anything that becomes more important to us than God, be it sleep, money, music, romantic relationships, etc, and all idols are a big no-no for Christians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask yourself, why don't I go to church? What are your motives for skipping that very important thing? It doesn't benefit the church for you to attend, it benefits YOU. Consider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onwards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm still recovering from my week of filming and editing. I slept until 10h30 on Saturday...SO unusual for me, and very inconvenient as I had loads of work to do. I had a social evening on Saturday night for the girls from my cell group. We had pizza and watched My Big Fat Greek Wedding. :) This week I'm on studio crew for the magazine show we're broadcasting on Thursday. It should be streaming online, so I'll try organise the link for you guys so you can watch it if you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its my grandparents' 60th wedding anniversary on Thursday, how cool is that? Happy anniversary, ouma and oupa!! :) I love you guys. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing before I sign off and get to work: my cousin Todd is officially the coolest guy I know. I'm so proud of him and excited for the amazing things that God is doing in his life. I can't say on this blog what he's up to, its TopSecret stuff, but lets just say he's blazing forth new paths and he's really pushing forward the Kingdom of God into the darker regions of the earth. Go Todd!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My yoke awaits me, back to work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I changed my Current Music and Current Books info on the right. &lt;strong&gt;The Fratellis&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Paulo Nutili&lt;/strong&gt; are two fab Scottish artists I've discovered through the beloved Sarah Safa Sherry, and I've been thriving :) &lt;strong&gt;Mind Siege&lt;/strong&gt; is a great book about worldview restoration, here's Barnes and Noble's blurb: &lt;em&gt;"Two basic sources of reasoning determine the thoughts, ideas, beliefs, values, aims, morals, lifestyles, and activities of mankind—the wisdom of man and the wisdom of God. According to Tim LaHaye and David Noebel, life is mainly about the battle for your mind: whether you will live by man's wisdom, from the likes of Marx, Darwin, Freud, and Nietzsche, or God's wisdom and those who shared it, such as Moses, the prophets, Christ, and the apostles. Your choice will affect the way you live now and ultimately where you will spend eternity."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36289351-9018508949067721848?l=fairliberator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/feeds/9018508949067721848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36289351&amp;postID=9018508949067721848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/9018508949067721848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/9018508949067721848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/2007/03/more-revelations.html' title='More Revelations...'/><author><name>JennyBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512927301137185536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YSAByAGF0io/Tqe6dhR2xCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HXf2Ult3NBo/s220/original.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36289351.post-5583439957605334193</id><published>2007-03-02T01:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T14:01:57.174+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Blooming Marvelous, Darling</title><content type='html'>I've spent the past week carrying movie cameras around town, and spending 15 hours a day in the edit suite, with 2-minute noodle and microwave popcorn for sustenance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RWJ72DnE1GQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RWJ72DnE1GQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy of Bloomers Productions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36289351-5583439957605334193?l=fairliberator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/feeds/5583439957605334193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36289351&amp;postID=5583439957605334193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/5583439957605334193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/5583439957605334193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/2007/03/blooming-marvelous-darling.html' title='Blooming Marvelous, Darling'/><author><name>JennyBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512927301137185536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YSAByAGF0io/Tqe6dhR2xCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HXf2Ult3NBo/s220/original.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36289351.post-2675889692358408380</id><published>2007-02-22T10:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T10:06:07.902+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Stand</title><content type='html'>Here I am still waiting&lt;br /&gt;For how long I don’t know&lt;br /&gt;It’s a long way back from where I’ve been&lt;br /&gt;But there’s no where else to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I’ll stand&lt;br /&gt;With my face to the wind&lt;br /&gt;And my back to the world&lt;br /&gt;I’ll follow you&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll go where you tell me to go&lt;br /&gt;No I won’t be afraid&lt;br /&gt;No I won’t be afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel your wind is moving&lt;br /&gt;I’m not sure where its going&lt;br /&gt;But I’ll let it carry me away&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’m not staying in this place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I won’t turn around…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Kendall Payne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36289351-2675889692358408380?l=fairliberator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/feeds/2675889692358408380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36289351&amp;postID=2675889692358408380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/2675889692358408380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/2675889692358408380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/2007/02/stand.html' title='Stand'/><author><name>JennyBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512927301137185536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YSAByAGF0io/Tqe6dhR2xCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HXf2Ult3NBo/s220/original.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36289351.post-2100938135302242454</id><published>2007-02-22T08:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T08:35:23.364+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Wheel</title><content type='html'>People have the right to fly&lt;br /&gt;And will when it gets compromised&lt;br /&gt;Their hearts say "Move along"&lt;br /&gt;Their minds say "Gotcha heart,&lt;br /&gt;Let's move it along"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And airports see it all the time&lt;br /&gt;Where someone's last goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Blends in with someone's sigh&lt;br /&gt;Cause someone's coming home&lt;br /&gt;In hand a single rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the way this wheel keeps working now&lt;br /&gt;That's the way this wheel keeps working now&lt;br /&gt;And I won't be the last, no I won't be the last,&lt;br /&gt;To love her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't build a house of leaves&lt;br /&gt;And live like it's an evergreen&lt;br /&gt;It's just a season thing&lt;br /&gt;It's just this thing that seasons do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the way this wheel keeps working now&lt;br /&gt;That's the way this wheel keeps working now&lt;br /&gt;And you won't be the first, no you won't be the first&lt;br /&gt;To love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can find me, if you ever want again&lt;br /&gt;I'll be around the bend, I'll be around the bend&lt;br /&gt;I'll be around, I'll be around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you never stop when you wave goodbye&lt;br /&gt;You just might find if you give it time&lt;br /&gt;You will wave hello again&lt;br /&gt;You just might wave hello again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the way this wheel keeps working now&lt;br /&gt;That's the way this wheel keeps working now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't love too much, one part of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that my life's gonna see the love I give return to me&lt;br /&gt;I believe that my life's gonna see the love I give return to me&lt;br /&gt;I believe that my life's gonna see the love I give return to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- John Mayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;* * * * * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My heart is in a weird place right now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36289351-2100938135302242454?l=fairliberator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/feeds/2100938135302242454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36289351&amp;postID=2100938135302242454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/2100938135302242454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/2100938135302242454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/2007/02/wheel.html' title='Wheel'/><author><name>JennyBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512927301137185536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YSAByAGF0io/Tqe6dhR2xCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HXf2Ult3NBo/s220/original.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36289351.post-5995082326171550872</id><published>2007-02-18T10:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T22:36:00.597+02:00</updated><title type='text'>have you seen me lately?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;I’m listening to Coldplay right now…I love it so much it makes my heart ache. Do they qualify as artistic geniuses, do you think? Alongside, John Mayer, of course. Ahhh if only that man were Christian so I could marry him. :) (ja, like that's the reason I can't marry John Mayer)...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;OK…I’m bracing myself, because I owe you guys one very serious update. Sorry I’ve been so lazy lately. I’ve had so much to say, but have felt so exhausted at the thought of actually sitting down and typing up a blog.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;So I’m postgrad now. I met lots of first year students while I was doing O-week mission, and the typical reaction when I said I was in fourth year Journ, was shock and awe. It’s so weird to think that I’ve finished my BA. I don’t feel like I’ve worked enough to earn that, and now I’m doing an honours degree to boot? I never used to think I’d make it through university…my tolerance level for academia is too low. I find academics so pompous and proud, and it seems like they use knowledge as a weapon and a status symbol, instead of a privilege and an enriching experience. But I’ve made it through three years and I have 8 and a half VERY busy months left of my university career, and I have to say, for the most part, I’ve enjoyed myself here at Rhodes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;My time, for first semester at least, will be split between a theory course in Discourse Theory, and a practical course in Television Production. Second semester will be split between TV Prod (I’ll be making a 24-minute group documentary and a 12-minute individual documentary) and an Intensive Course (one year of another specialisation, like Design or New Media or Photography, crammed into the space of 2 months). I’m less than thrilled about the theory course, but I’m comforted by the assurance that it’s the last I’ll have to delve so deep into such rubbish. It’s all this post-modern stuff about race and representation, and how discourses are formed. I’m reading Foucault and Derrida and all those other pompous French philosophers. I suppose if you are a post-modernist you might enjoy it more than I am, but I don’t believe in multiplicity of truths, so the genius of it all is somewhat lost on me. TV has been interesting so far, I’ve been put into a crew with Sarah and Thabi and we’re calling ourselves Bloomers Productions. None of us are really sure why, we just liked the name. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; We’re filming a chase sequence this week to get back into the habit of filming and editing. There are only 13 of us in my TV class, so its very chilled, we can drink coffee and joke around during seminars. Oh that’s something else!!, used to be I’d have lectures for 45 minutes, and the occasional double lecture, but now I’ve got near-daily seminars from 9am-1pm, and all day Thursday!! Interesting stuff, but draining too…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;O-week mission was good. For those of you who don’t know, during orientation week on &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Rhodes&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;University&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; campus, a large group of us from my church, His People, walk around campus, meeting first years, inviting them to church and telling them about God. I was so sick all week but I went out every day anyway, I had such a revelation of how these people are on the brink of life or death, and they can hate me if they want to but they need to know who God is and have a chance to have a relationship with Him. 52 people (I think) gave their lives to God between Monday and Friday, and on Sunday alone 50 more people were saved. It was a beautiful thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; I met some amazing people during O-week, and I’m really grateful for the experience. It stretched me a lot, physically (cos I was sick), emotionally (cos some people really get aggro with you for trying to tell them about Christianity), and spiritually (because I’ve never had to preach the Gospel like that and I really had to put my faith out there to reach people).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;I’ve started a cell group this year. We had our first meeting on Thursday, and I had four girls attend. All seem keen to return next week, and there were two other girls who wanted to come but couldn’t make it (one was sick, one had a meeting), and another girl talked to me at church tonight and she wants to come this week. It’s exciting. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; The girls are really great and I’m looking forward to hanging out with them. We are mainly doing foundational stuff, because most of them are quite new Christians, but because my heart is so much for women’s ministry, I really want to also focus on what it means to be a Godly woman in today’s context. I’m also working in a new ministry group at church now, James handed over the Display Ministry to me, which means I’m in charge of everything-data-projector (ie: lyrics for worship songs, video announcements, PowerPoint sermon notes, etc) and organising teams to run the projector on a rotation.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I feel like this year is a season of responsibility. At the end of this year, I’ll begin to pursue the ministry God has called me to in Scotland, and I think God is going to be using this year to teach me about handling responsibility in a Biblical way. It’s intimidating, but mostly exciting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;God gave Euan a great revelation in the prayer meeting on Friday night, and I wanted to tell you guys about it. God gave Euan a picture…you know how when armies attack a fortress, they have a battering ram they use to break down the gates? Well, that’s how worship is. Worship is the battering ram that helps us break down the doors so we can enter into God’s presence. But the other thing about battering rams is that they don’t work if only one guy is using it…everyone gathers round and helps to power this battering ram. That is a representation of corporate worship. We’re a spiritual family, a unit, and we need to worship God in unity if we want to break through to new levels in the spirit. We aren’t lone soldiers…Christians are an army, a team, a body with many parts and a variety of purposes. We sing for an audience of One, but that doesn’t mean we are the only one performing. Think about that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I found housemates, by the way. In the downstairs room is Rowen. He is a Christian guy, from Port Alfred. He works here in Grahamstown and he was commuting to work everyday so he wanted to find a place to live during the week. He is a car salesman at &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Toyota&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; so he brings home all these sweet cars like the new RAV4, cos he gets to drive the demo cars home at night. In the other upstairs room, next to mine, is Zuze. She is from Kwa-Zulu Natal, and we were in Atherstone together in our first year. She came to my yoga class, haha. Anyways, the living arrangement seems to be working out well so far. We are all older and just want to get on with our work and do what we have to do, so we’re a rather quiet bunch, which I LOVE. We’re also all loners, we tend to keep to ourselves, but when we do hang out we get along well, which is great. It’s nice to have three independent people in one house, because it means I don’t always have people wanting to hang out with me, I can just have my privacy when I need it, which is often.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Alright, if I want to be in bed before midnight, I’d better go. I forgot about a page I need to write about Foucault, for my theory seminar tomorrow morning. I’ll try not to wait so long before blogging again. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; Behave thyselves, munchkins.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36289351-5995082326171550872?l=fairliberator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/feeds/5995082326171550872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36289351&amp;postID=5995082326171550872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/5995082326171550872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/5995082326171550872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/2007/02/have-you-seen-me-lately.html' title='have you seen me lately?'/><author><name>JennyBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512927301137185536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YSAByAGF0io/Tqe6dhR2xCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HXf2Ult3NBo/s220/original.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36289351.post-1726866761312014307</id><published>2007-02-18T03:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T15:33:10.863+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Aslan</title><content type='html'>Don’t stop your crying on my account&lt;br /&gt;A frightening lion, no doubt&lt;br /&gt;He’s not safe no, he’s not safe&lt;br /&gt;Are you tempted now to run away?&lt;br /&gt;The King above all kings is coming down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he won’t say the words you wish that he would&lt;br /&gt;Oh he don’t do the deeds you know that he could&lt;br /&gt;He won’t think the thoughts you think that he should&lt;br /&gt;But He is good, He is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you’re thirsty the water is free&lt;br /&gt;But I should warn you- it’ costs everything&lt;br /&gt;Well, he’s not fair no, he’s not fair&lt;br /&gt;When he fixes what’s beyond repair&lt;br /&gt;And graces everyone that don’t deserve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he won’t say the words you wish that he would&lt;br /&gt;Oh he don’t do the deeds you know that he could&lt;br /&gt;He won’t think the thoughts you think that he should&lt;br /&gt;But He is good, He is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No-one knows him whom eyes never seen&lt;br /&gt;No, I don’t know him but he knows me&lt;br /&gt;He knows me. He knows me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lay down your layers, shed off your skin&lt;br /&gt;But without his incision you can’t enter in&lt;br /&gt;He cuts deep, yeah he cuts deep&lt;br /&gt;When the risk is great and the talk is cheap&lt;br /&gt;But never leaves a wounded one behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he won’t say the words you wish that he would&lt;br /&gt;Oh he don’t do the deeds you know that he could&lt;br /&gt;He won’t think the thoughts you think that he should&lt;br /&gt;But He is good, He is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have much to say, but I can't bring myself to begin typing. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36289351-1726866761312014307?l=fairliberator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/feeds/1726866761312014307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36289351&amp;postID=1726866761312014307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/1726866761312014307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/1726866761312014307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/2007/02/aslan.html' title='Aslan'/><author><name>JennyBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512927301137185536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YSAByAGF0io/Tqe6dhR2xCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HXf2Ult3NBo/s220/original.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36289351.post-117109279792921521</id><published>2007-02-10T09:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T09:34:21.436+02:00</updated><title type='text'>In Repair</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Too many shadows in my room&lt;br /&gt;Too many hours in this midnight&lt;br /&gt;Too many corners in my mind&lt;br /&gt;So much to do to set my heart right&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's taking so long&lt;br /&gt;I could be wrong, I could be ready&lt;br /&gt;Oh but if I take my heart's advice&lt;br /&gt;I should assume it's still unsteady&lt;br /&gt;I am in repair, I am in repair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stood on the corner for a while&lt;br /&gt;To wait for the wind to blow down on me&lt;br /&gt;Hoping it takes with it my old ways&lt;br /&gt;And brings some brand new look upon me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's taking so long&lt;br /&gt;I could be wrong, I could be ready&lt;br /&gt;Oh but if I take my heart's advice&lt;br /&gt;I should assume it's still unsteady&lt;br /&gt;I am in repair, I am in repair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm walking in a park&lt;br /&gt;All of the birds they dance below me&lt;br /&gt;Maybe when things turn green again&lt;br /&gt;It will be good to say you know me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's taking so long&lt;br /&gt;I could be wrong, I could be ready&lt;br /&gt;Oh but if I take my heart's advice&lt;br /&gt;I should assume it's still unready&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm never really ready, I'm never really ready&lt;br /&gt;I'm in repair, I'm not together but I'm getting there&lt;br /&gt;I'm in repair, I'm not together but I'm getting there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- John Mayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36289351-117109279792921521?l=fairliberator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/feeds/117109279792921521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36289351&amp;postID=117109279792921521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/117109279792921521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/117109279792921521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/2007/02/in-repair.html' title='In Repair'/><author><name>JennyBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512927301137185536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YSAByAGF0io/Tqe6dhR2xCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HXf2Ult3NBo/s220/original.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36289351.post-116919379625656146</id><published>2007-01-19T10:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T10:03:16.316+02:00</updated><title type='text'>How Neighbourly</title><content type='html'>This hasn&amp;#39;t been the easiest week of my life.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ve been trying to find people to move in with. I&amp;#39;ve found some now, but it was a rough process. People were calling me at all hours, asking about the empty rooms, and I gave everyone the same speech - telling them, as politely as possible, that if they moved into my house there was going to be no heavy drinking, no drugs, no smoking, no parties, and no sleep-over boyfriends. A lot of people didn&amp;#39;t take that very well and wanted to know what was wrong with me...I mean of course, I&amp;#39;m a Rhodes student, so shouldn&amp;#39;t I dedicate vast amounts of time to drunken revelry? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I finally found two people to move in. Rowen, a Christian guy from the next town, is moving into the downstairs bedroom. He works in Grahamstown and has been commuting everyday from this other town, so he wanted to find a place in Grahamstown to live during the week. A girl named Zuze is moving into the other upstairs bedroom; we get along quite well and we were in the same dorm in our first year, so I&amp;#39;m hoping this will be a good thing. She is coming over tomorrow night for a girls night so we can hang out a bit. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Rowen is nice and it&amp;#39;s a relief to have a housemate, but its also kind of weird...I&amp;#39;ve been living alone in this house since the beginning of December, and I realised I actually really liked living alone. I can do what I want, I can choose when I want to be around people and when I want to be alone, I can cook what I want when I want to eat it, and I can play my music loudly or watch movies whenever I please. So I&amp;#39;m trying to get used to living with people again. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I really like my neighbours. The house I live in is part of a complex; there are 12 units, most of which are 1-bedroom or 2-bedroom, and my house is the only 3-bedroom. So there are lots of other people around and it&amp;#39;s got quite a kief community feel. God really blessed me last night with that community...I was having a bit of a rough evening with lots going on in my head, so I decided to go for a drive to clear my head. When I came back home, Rowen said &amp;quot;Nikki from number 5 was just here looking for you&amp;quot;. I was very confused but figured it had something to do with the wireless internet I&amp;#39;ve been organising for the complex. So I went to Flat 5 and knocked on Nikki&amp;#39;s door, and she invited me in just to chat and have a cup of tea and hang out a bit. I had met her very briefly in December but had almost completely forgotten about her, yet she remembered my name and came looking for me just so we could chat. It turns out she&amp;#39;s also a Christian. I really needed that, I&amp;#39;d been feeling a bit lonely. eep!! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So not much else is going on around here. I&amp;#39;ve just been chilling, watching Friends on my computer. I&amp;#39;m quite bored actually, and getting a bit antsy, but I&amp;#39;ve got some stuff I have to do this coming week so hopefully that will interrupt the boredom for a while. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ve got The Bear Necessities stuck in my head...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Cheerios.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36289351-116919379625656146?l=fairliberator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/feeds/116919379625656146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36289351&amp;postID=116919379625656146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/116919379625656146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/116919379625656146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/2007/01/how-neighbourly.html' title='How Neighbourly'/><author><name>JennyBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512927301137185536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YSAByAGF0io/Tqe6dhR2xCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HXf2Ult3NBo/s220/original.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36289351.post-116858700376801665</id><published>2007-01-12T09:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T09:31:39.010+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Curly Sue</title><content type='html'>I realised last night that my hair is getting really long!! Check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;August 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2840/2893/1600/708017/Before.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2840/2893/320/854320/Before.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;January 2007&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2840/2893/1600/199277/After.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2840/2893/320/206699/After.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It also appears that my hair is naturally curly/wavy...it wasn't like that before. yeah baby!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my awesome new bedroom in the background of the January 2007 picture, by the way...I'll put up photos from the new house soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not having a very good week. I got back to Grahamstown on Tuesday, and that was great, but on Wednesday morning I found out that the two girls I'm moving in with, decided not to return to university after all. So now I'm stuck trying to find two people to fill their rooms, which means I'm stuck living with people I don't know, and that is NOT a pleasant prospect. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone want to move in with me? :)&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/36289351-116858700376801665?l=fairliberator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/feeds/116858700376801665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36289351&amp;postID=116858700376801665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/116858700376801665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/116858700376801665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/2007/01/curly-sue.html' title='Curly Sue'/><author><name>JennyBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512927301137185536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YSAByAGF0io/Tqe6dhR2xCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HXf2Ult3NBo/s220/original.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36289351.post-116841058260773228</id><published>2007-01-10T08:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T09:58:15.623+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenya Photos</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone, go to my Flickr! page and check out my photos from Kenya. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back in Grahamstown and it feels SO good to be home!! eep!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-35.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bl&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=144115188078227765&amp;amp;site=widget-35.slide.com" width="400" height="320" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?tt=14&amp;amp;cy=bl&amp;amp;ad=1&amp;amp;id=144115188078227765&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-35.slide.com/p1/144115188078227765/bl_t014_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?tt=14&amp;amp;cy=bl&amp;amp;ad=1&amp;amp;id=144115188078227765&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-35.slide.com/p2/144115188078227765/bl_t014_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36289351-116841058260773228?l=fairliberator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/feeds/116841058260773228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36289351&amp;postID=116841058260773228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/116841058260773228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/116841058260773228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/2007/01/kenya-photos.html' title='Kenya Photos'/><author><name>JennyBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512927301137185536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YSAByAGF0io/Tqe6dhR2xCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HXf2Ult3NBo/s220/original.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36289351.post-116825177371415748</id><published>2007-01-08T12:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T12:35:26.126+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Moi</title><content type='html'>&lt;form action="http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/do-survey.php" method="post" target="_new"&gt;&lt;table bordercolor="#efefef" cellspacing="0" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF - The Survey&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="TELL+ME+ABOUT+YOURSELF+-+The+Survey" name="question1"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="2" name="type1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Name:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jenny Lynn P........&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Name%3A" name="question2"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type2"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Birthday:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;May 29, 1985&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Birthday%3A" name="question3"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type3"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Birthplace:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Los Angeles, California, USA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Birthplace%3A" name="question4"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type4"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Current Location:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grahamstown, South Africa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Current+Location%3A" name="question5"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Eye Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Green/Hazel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Eye+Color%3A" name="question6"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type6"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Hair Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dark brown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Hair+Color%3A" name="question7"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type7"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Height:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5"7&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Height%3A" name="question8"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type8"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Right Handed or Left Handed:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Right handed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Right+Handed+or+Left+Handed%3A" name="question9"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type9"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Heritage:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dutch and German&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Your+Heritage%3A" name="question10"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;The Shoes You Wore Today:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;white sandals&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="The+Shoes+You+Wore+Today%3A" name="question11"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type11"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Weakness:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;popcorn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Your+Weakness%3A" name="question12"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type12"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Fears:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;being home alone at night (burglars!! eep!!), sharks (the day I watched Jaws was the same day I switched from baths to showers, hehe)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Your+Fears%3A" name="question13"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type13"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Perfect Pizza:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;bacon, green pepper and onion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Your+Perfect+Pizza%3A" name="question14"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type14"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;finish my degree and get a job&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Goal+You+Would+Like+To+Achieve+This+Year%3A" name="question15"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type15"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;probably hehe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Your+Most+Overused+Phrase+On+an+instant+messenger%3A" name="question16"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type16"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Thoughts First Waking Up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"nooooooo!! I want to go back to sleep!!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Thoughts+First+Waking+Up%3A" name="question17"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type17"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Best Physical Feature:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ummm. I don't know. Eyes maybe? I've been told my lips but that freaks me out a little...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Your+Best+Physical+Feature%3A" name="question18"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type18"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Bedtime:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Whenever I'm tired, whether its 7PM or 3AM.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Your+Bedtime%3A" name="question19"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type19"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Most Missed Memory:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm not sure. I miss things for a while, but I get over it after a bit.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Your+Most+Missed+Memory%3A" name="question20"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type20"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Pepsi or Coke:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Neither.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Pepsi+or+Coke%3A" name="question21"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type21"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;MacDonalds or Burger King:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Really neither, but if forced I'd choose McDonalds.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="MacDonalds+or+Burger+King%3A" name="question22"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type22"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Single or Group Dates:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Both can be fun.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Single+or+Group+Dates%3A" name="question23"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type23"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lipton PEACE ice tea&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Lipton+Ice+Tea+or+Nestea%3A" name="question24"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type24"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;depends what I'm eating. If its ice cream, its vanilla.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Chocolate+or+Vanilla%3A" name="question25"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type25"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Cappuccino or Coffee:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Depends on my mood&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Cappuccino+or+Coffee%3A" name="question26"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type26"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you Smoke:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+Smoke%3A" name="question27"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type27"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you Swear:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+Swear%3A" name="question28"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type28"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you Sing:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Only when nobody else is listening :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+Sing%3A" name="question29"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type29"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you Shower Daily:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Usually&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+Shower+Daily%3A" name="question30"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type30"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Have you Been in Love:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't think so&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Have+you+Been+in+Love%3A" name="question31"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type31"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you want to go to College:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm already there&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+want+to+go+to+College%3A" name="question32"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type32"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you want to get Married:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+want+to+get+Married%3A" name="question33"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type33"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you belive in yourself:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sometimes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+belive+in+yourself%3A" name="question34"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type34"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you get Motion Sickness:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+get+Motion+Sickness%3A" name="question35"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type35"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you think you are attractive:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sometimes. On the occasional good day. hehe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+think+you+are+attractive%3A" name="question135"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type135"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Are you a Health Freak:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Not particularly&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Are+you+a+Health+Freak%3A" name="question37"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type37"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you get along with your Parents:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Most of the time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+get+along+with+your+Parents%3A" name="question38"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type38"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you like Thunderstorms:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes, especially African ones&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+like+Thunderstorms%3A" name="question39"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type39"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you play an Instrument:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes, piano and guitar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+play+an+Instrument%3A" name="question40"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type40"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you Drank Alcohol:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+Drank+Alcohol%3A" name="question41"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type41"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you Smoked:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+Smoked%3A" name="question42"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type42"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you been on Drugs:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+been+on+Drugs%3A" name="question43"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type43"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you gone on a Date:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ummm I don't know how to answer this question&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+gone+on+a+Date%3A" name="question44"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type44"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you gone to a Mall:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yep, just got back from one ten minutes ago&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+gone+to+a+Mall%3A" name="question45"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type45"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've eaten a small bag of mini-oreos, does that count? :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+eaten+a+box+of+Oreos%3A" name="question46"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type46"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you eaten Sushi:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+eaten+Sushi%3A" name="question47"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type47"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you been on Stage:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes, unfortunately...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+been+on+Stage%3A" name="question48"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type48"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you been Dumped:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+been+Dumped%3A" name="question49"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type49"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+gone+Skinny+Dipping%3A" name="question50"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you Stolen Anything:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+Stolen+Anything%3A" name="question51"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type51"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever been Drunk:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Ever+been+Drunk%3A" name="question52"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type52"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever been called a Tease:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Not to my face&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Ever+been+called+a+Tease%3A" name="question53"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type53"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever been Beaten up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Ever+been+Beaten+up%3A" name="question54"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type54"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever Shoplifted:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Not that I can remember&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Ever+Shoplifted%3A" name="question55"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type55"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;How do you want to Die:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;In my sleep&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="How+do+you+want+to+Die%3A" name="question56"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type56"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What do you want to be when you Grow Up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A journalist, a wife, a mom&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="What+do+you+want+to+be+when+you+Grow+Up%3A" name="question57"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type57"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What country would you most like to Visit:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'd love to go to Israel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="What+country+would+you+most+like+to+Visit%3A" name="question58"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type58"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;In a Boy/Girl..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+a+Boy%2FGirl.." name="question59"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="2" name="type59"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Favourite Eye Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don't mind too terribly much, but I am partial to green eyes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Favourite+Eye+Color%3A" name="question60"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type60"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Favourite Hair Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It doesn't matter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Favourite+Hair+Color%3A" name="question61"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Short or Long Hair:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Short&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Short+or+Long+Hair%3A" name="question62"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type62"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Height:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Taller than me, hehe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Height%3A" name="question63"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type63"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Weight:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Doesn't really matter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Weight%3A" name="question64"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type64"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Best Clothing Style:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don't care about a particular clothing style, but I like guys who take some effort in how they look...not that they dress up, but they mustn't be sloppy either&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Best+Clothing+Style%3A" name="question65"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type65"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Number of Drugs I have taken:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prescription or otherwise?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Number+of+Drugs+I+have+taken%3A" name="question66"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type66"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Number of CDs I own:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;100+&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Number+of+CDs+I+own%3A" name="question68"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type68"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Number of Piercings:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 (2 in each ear, and my navel)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Number+of+Piercings%3A" name="question69"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type69"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Number of Tattoos:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;0&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Number+of+Tattoos%3A" name="question70"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type70"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Number of things in my Past I Regret:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Far, far too many...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Number+of+things+in+my+Past+I+Regret%3A" name="question71"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type71"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/116825177371415748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/2007/01/moi.html' title='Moi'/><author><name>JennyBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512927301137185536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YSAByAGF0io/Tqe6dhR2xCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HXf2Ult3NBo/s220/original.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36289351.post-116819602144008348</id><published>2007-01-07T20:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T20:53:41.516+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I&amp;#39;ve just had the most amazing week in Kenya. :)&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I flew to Nairobi on December 30, and we moved into a resort called The Windsor. It was &lt;em&gt;amazing&lt;/em&gt;, this big Victorian place that looked like a royal palace, with VERY luxurious rooms. I was in paradise. :) We celebrated the arrival of 2007 to the tune of a beautiful fireworks display over the Windsor&amp;#39;s lake. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;On New Years Day, we moved to decidedly less comfortable accomodation, at a conference centre outside of Nairobi. I had my first meeting with the MKs I would be taking care of, five fantastic kids named Mary, Lydia, Brailynn, Luke, and Daniel. I love those kids, they are so great. Our tribe name was The Lightning Tigers, and my chief name was Chief Sher Khan. They wanted to name me Chief Big Earrings but I said we needed to find a second choice, hehe. I won&amp;#39;t go into everything that happened at the retreat, because it would mostly be boring for you, but suffice to say that I had a great time helping to take care of 30 elementary-aged MKs, and I caught up with old friends and made some really great new ones. :) Many late nights were spent the way that African MKs usually spend their nights at retreats: playing card games or spoons. I was quite sad to leave on Friday morning. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Friday was great, though. I went shopping at a Masai market in Nairobi and got some AWESOME stuff for dirt cheap. I ate the most amazing curry I have ever had in my life (I could have died happy right then), and I got to pet a live, adult cheetah!! There are three cheetahs at this animal park that have lived there since they were 2 weeks old, and they are so used to people that you can go inside and pet them and take pictures. So there I was, sitting next to this wild cat that could have killed me with one swipe of its paw, yet it was purring happily as I pet it. So great. :) &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Watch this space; I&amp;#39;m in Pretoria at the moment, but I&amp;#39;ll be flying back to Grahamstown on Tuesday and I&amp;#39;ll post pictures from Kenya when I get home. Yay!! :)&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;And now, I shall leave you with&amp;nbsp;an MK song, beloved by my kids, which will likely be stuck in my head for the next several months:&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I was a wee wee tot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;They took me off my wee wee cot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;They put me on my wee wee pot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;To see if I could wee or not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wee wee wee wee wee...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;When they saw that I could not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;They took me off my wee wee pot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;They put me on my wee wee cot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And then I gave it all I got&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wee wee wee wee wee...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36289351-116819602144008348?l=fairliberator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/feeds/116819602144008348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36289351&amp;postID=116819602144008348' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/116819602144008348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/116819602144008348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/2007/01/kenya.html' title='Kenya'/><author><name>JennyBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512927301137185536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YSAByAGF0io/Tqe6dhR2xCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HXf2Ult3NBo/s220/original.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36289351.post-116707405621604459</id><published>2006-12-25T20:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T10:34:01.380+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Family Christmas</title><content type='html'>Santa has been good to me this year. I got all 7 books of The Chronicles of Narnia, a Jamie Oliver cookbook, the new John Mayer and Kendall Payne CDs (respectively, of course), a handbag, goodies from The Body Shop, and a DVD player. The best bit of all, however, was when my beloved cousin Todd and my beautiful aunt Glenda came to visit for 3 days!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2840/2893/1600/501292/Photo-0321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2840/2893/320/755728/Photo-0321.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todd and I were VERY bored indeed, so we went to Ladybrand one morning for breakfast and to catch up...that's where the above photo was taken. We hadn't seen each other since January 2004, so it was great to hang out a bit and hear about his travels in Pakistan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was, however, a not-so-silver lining when, on the final night of their stay, we had a burglary. Someone crawled in through a window while we were all sleeping, crept into the lounge where Todd was sleeping on the couch, and stole his cellphone, camera, and some (but not all!?) of the money out of his wallet. Twas a very strange burglary indeed, and they didn't take anything else, though they had easy access to three laptop computers and an iPod without even disturbing anyone. Here's to fewer burglaries in 2007 - I've had at least 4 this year and I'm quite tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a very rainy sort of Christmas, which was disappointing as we usually spend Christmas Eve and Day by the pool (how great to be an African). But all in all I'd say its been a nice Christmas this year...I wish my sister and nephews could have been here though!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2840/2893/1600/573830/109-0995_IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2840/2893/320/535253/109-0995_IMG.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36289351-116707405621604459?l=fairliberator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/feeds/116707405621604459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36289351&amp;postID=116707405621604459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/116707405621604459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/116707405621604459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/2006/12/family-christmas.html' title='A Family Christmas'/><author><name>JennyBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512927301137185536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YSAByAGF0io/Tqe6dhR2xCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HXf2Ult3NBo/s220/original.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36289351.post-116696338992997306</id><published>2006-12-24T14:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T18:59:30.340+02:00</updated><title type='text'>2006: A Year In Review</title><content type='html'>Events that changed my life:&lt;br /&gt;1. Going to Scotland&lt;br /&gt;2. My 21st birthday soirée&lt;br /&gt;3. Working at Vuleka! in Durban&lt;br /&gt;4. Having surgery&lt;br /&gt;5. Realising that Mac does, in fact, kick PC butt&lt;br /&gt;6. First semester in general&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things and people that/who made me infinitely happy:&lt;br /&gt;1. My digsmates: Danie, Ella, Kath and Neels&lt;br /&gt;2. My new digsmates: Elzita and Vene&lt;br /&gt;3. Fiona, an amazing woman of God with a heart of gold and patience that would put most of the human race to shame&lt;br /&gt;4. Being back in the TV studio and editing room again&lt;br /&gt;5. Edinburgh, in general&lt;br /&gt;6. Losing 10kg :)&lt;br /&gt;7. The Trading Store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occurrences that made me cry/vomit/have a hissy:&lt;br /&gt;1. First semester in general&lt;br /&gt;2. Friends moving away&lt;br /&gt;3. Giving away Moccha&lt;br /&gt;4. Gaining back a few of those kg :(&lt;br /&gt;5. Stellenbosch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff that sucked:&lt;br /&gt;1. Potchefstroom&lt;br /&gt;2. Having a laporoscopy and hysteroscopy&lt;br /&gt;3. Children of Men&lt;br /&gt;4. Stellenbosch&lt;br /&gt;5. First semester&lt;br /&gt;6. The hype surrounding George Bush&lt;br /&gt;7. Coming thisclose to having pneumonia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that rocked my world:&lt;br /&gt;1. Coldplay, John Mayer, Queen, and The Pixies&lt;br /&gt;2. Facebook&lt;br /&gt;3. Television 3&lt;br /&gt;4. Writing my final English Literature exam ever, and knowing I was finally free of the Rhodes English Dept and its resident euro-snobbery!!&lt;br /&gt;5. Getting accepted to Television 4&lt;br /&gt;6. My new iPod Video :)&lt;br /&gt;7. Getting all 10 seasons of Friends and holing up in my room to watch them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat-worthy things for 2007:&lt;br /&gt;1. Another year of growing in God&lt;br /&gt;2. Going back to Scotland&lt;br /&gt;3. Dinner parties with lovely friends&lt;br /&gt;4. Random road trips to the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes I have learned from:&lt;br /&gt;1. When God moves you or those you love, don't fight it, because it will always be the best thing for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;2. I need to take more time to myself or I'll get burned out&lt;br /&gt;3. Having petrol to put in my car at the end of the day is infinitely preferable to buying that embroidered skirt at Woolworths, even though the skirt &lt;em&gt;does&lt;/em&gt; look better on me than the petrol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36289351-116696338992997306?l=fairliberator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/feeds/116696338992997306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36289351&amp;postID=116696338992997306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/116696338992997306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/116696338992997306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/2006/12/2006-year-in-review.html' title='2006: A Year In Review'/><author><name>JennyBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512927301137185536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YSAByAGF0io/Tqe6dhR2xCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HXf2Ult3NBo/s220/original.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36289351.post-116619537508745356</id><published>2006-12-15T16:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T17:09:35.126+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Surgery</title><content type='html'>This has been a very interesting few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've moved into my new house, which is GREAT, I'm loving it so much. Its so refreshing to be in new surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a laporoscopy and a hysteroscopy on Tuesday Dec 12. Those are surgical procedures to look at the inside and outside of my uterus with a camera. I also had a DNC and a medicinal implant was put in my uterus, called a Mirena. The doctor found signs of early endometriosis, as well as peculiarities with my uterus lining and fallopian tubes, and there was an infection in my uterus as well. It was all quite draining, with lots of blood and lots of pills, but the doctor says I'll be fine and I can still have kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something great happened on Monday. Lovely Fiona took me to PE for my surgery, and on Monday evening we were walking on the beach. I've had a lot on my mind, with regards to the surgery and other things, so I decided to sit on the beach for a while and pray while Fi kept walking. Someone had made a huge heart in the sand, so I sat down next to it. While I was sitting there, looking at the ocean, I realised the word "YOU" was written in the sand in front of me. I turned around to see who loves whom, and behind me was written "JESUS". Far too great: someone had written JESUS LOVES YOU in the sand, and I just happened to sit down right next to it to pray, without even noticing. I really needed the encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much more I could write but I actually think I'll wrap it up here, I'm still quite ill and if I sit up for too long I get light-headed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love to you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36289351-116619537508745356?l=fairliberator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/feeds/116619537508745356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36289351&amp;postID=116619537508745356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/116619537508745356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/116619537508745356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/2006/12/surgery.html' title='Surgery'/><author><name>JennyBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512927301137185536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YSAByAGF0io/Tqe6dhR2xCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HXf2Ult3NBo/s220/original.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36289351.post-116419675621358224</id><published>2006-11-22T13:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T15:20:12.966+02:00</updated><title type='text'>This is disturbing in like 11 different ways</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2840/2893/1600/My%20Celeb%20Look-alikes%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2840/2893/400/My%20Celeb%20Look-alikes%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2840/2893/1600/My%20Celeb%20Look-alikes%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2840/2893/400/My%20Celeb%20Look-alikes%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No good can come of Artificial Intelligence...no good!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a" target="_blank"&gt;John Mayer&lt;/a&gt; is THE BEST. No contest. So I was browsing his website, looking for some music to listen to while I'm working in the labs, and I see on his blog that he's tried out this new Face Recognition thing on MyHeritage.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His results? Frighteningly accurate. (go see them on his blog and you'll understand what I mean by the frightening part)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My results? &lt;i&gt;just plain frightening!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So apparently I bear a resemblance to Mandy Moore - BLECH!! - and Lindsey Lohan - ALSO BLECH!! - and I have distinctly Asian features. How very disturbing. Kate Winslet came up in all my results; not sure I really look like her. Or any of these beautiful women, for that matter. And why is it that even strangers in the shop tell me I remind them of Drew Barrymore, but she didn't come up on my results at all? Ah-ha!!, proof that MyHeritage.com is full of rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, try it out yourself. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I have a lot to catch up on!! I last blogged right after my first exam. I got mixed up, by the way; I didn't have four exams left, I had three left. Apparently I really am blonde underneath all this hair dye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my last post, I went off to Port Alfred for a week with Jenna. We stayed in her flat on the beach, and spent 6 lovely days baking in the sun and vastly increasing our chances for skin cancer. I came back with a great tan though. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vimbayi gave me all 10 seasons of &lt;a href="&lt;a" target="_blank"&gt;Friends&lt;/a&gt;, so you know how much studying I'VE been doing lately!! I wonder what the withdrawal pains will feel like when I finally run out? I'm halfway through Season 9 already. I'm beginning to forget what that voice in my head sounded like &lt;i&gt;before&lt;/i&gt; it was Ross, Rachel, Monica, Phoebe, Chandler and Joey all fighting for the microphone in the little theatre that is my brain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have one exam left, next Wednesday. I'm not too worried about it; it's a very major exam, but I feel confident and prepared. Then, on Wednesday evening, I'll be moving into my new house!! I'm so excited about this, you have no idea. I love the people I live with, and I love the house I live in, but it's time for a change. I need to move on. I get &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/search?sourceid=navclient&amp;aq=t&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;rls=GGLD,GGLD:2005-39,GGLD:en&amp;amp;q=define%3a+antsy" target="_blank"&gt;antsy&lt;/a&gt; when I'm in one place for too long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of staying in one place too long...I'm bored with this blog post. I'll blog later!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36289351-116419675621358224?l=fairliberator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/feeds/116419675621358224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36289351&amp;postID=116419675621358224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/116419675621358224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/116419675621358224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-is-disturbing-in-like-11.html' title='This is disturbing in like 11 different ways'/><author><name>JennyBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512927301137185536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YSAByAGF0io/Tqe6dhR2xCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HXf2Ult3NBo/s220/original.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36289351.post-116280495043507960</id><published>2006-11-06T11:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T11:22:30.496+02:00</updated><title type='text'>One down, Four to go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I just finished writing my first exam, for TV. I type my exams, and in the middle of it, the electricity went out!! VERY annoying. So I just chilled for a while until it&amp;nbsp;came back on (45 minutes later) and then I finished. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Now off I go to make a ton of chicken curry, and then I'm off to Port Alfred for a week, to stay in a flat on the beach. YEAH BABY!!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Cheerios, enjoy your week while I lay on the beach and get a tan. mwahahahaha...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36289351-116280495043507960?l=fairliberator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/feeds/116280495043507960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36289351&amp;postID=116280495043507960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/116280495043507960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/116280495043507960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/2006/11/one-down-four-to-go.html' title='One down, Four to go'/><author><name>JennyBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512927301137185536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YSAByAGF0io/Tqe6dhR2xCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HXf2Ult3NBo/s220/original.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36289351.post-116194631243969906</id><published>2006-10-27T12:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T12:51:52.520+02:00</updated><title type='text'>mumble mumble</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I don't have too much to say, I just feel a certain obligation to blog.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I've finally finished my lectures. Third year is nearly over...so strange. In a month, I'll have written all my exams, and I will have officially finished my undergrad degree. Next year I'll be postgrad, how bizarre!! EEP!! &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I'm feeling old again. That weird sense that you're old enough to be graduating from university, get a job, get married (I've had wedding overload this year, so many of my friends getting married)...yet I don't really feel old enough, deep down. When my cousin, Jason, got married, he was 21 years old, and I - in a fit of 11-year-old overconfidence and naivete - decided that 21 was the perfect age to get married, and promptly started counting down to 21 - the year I'd get married and get a job. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;JA RIGHT!! I'm 21 now, plus 6 months, and the romantic prospects are few...ok non-existent. I'm not complaining, though. It's not that I'm stressed about it, because actually I'm not; God has told me about my husband, I know he's out there somewhere and I'm just chilling and going about my Father's work while I wait for him. It's more that it just feels strange that I'm actually old enough to get married. Bizarre. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I've been reading Rock Joyner's &lt;em&gt;The Final Quest&lt;/em&gt;. It's AMAZING!! Unbe-jolly-lievable. Fan-bloody-tastic. And all that jazz... (oh dear I have a sudden impulse to watch &lt;em&gt;Chicago&lt;/em&gt;). If you are looking to have your eyes opened to the realities of the spiritual world,  &lt;u&gt;read this book&lt;/u&gt;!! It's so hectic, and rather convicting as well.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;So I installed this snazzy new layout yesterday and I lost my links in the process, so if you want to be linked or if I forgot to put your link back, let me know and I'll fix it.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Farewell, kiddies...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36289351-116194631243969906?l=fairliberator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/feeds/116194631243969906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36289351&amp;postID=116194631243969906' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/116194631243969906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/116194631243969906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/2006/10/mumble-mumble.html' title='mumble mumble'/><author><name>JennyBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512927301137185536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YSAByAGF0io/Tqe6dhR2xCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HXf2Ult3NBo/s220/original.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36289351.post-116168021092867506</id><published>2006-10-24T10:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T10:57:27.016+02:00</updated><title type='text'>TV Junkie</title><content type='html'>So it appears that I have been accepted to do Journ 4 next year, specialising in Television. I'll be producing my own documentary, amongst other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another year in Grahamstown!! Exciting. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36289351-116168021092867506?l=fairliberator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/feeds/116168021092867506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36289351&amp;postID=116168021092867506' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/116168021092867506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/116168021092867506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/2006/10/tv-junkie.html' title='TV Junkie'/><author><name>JennyBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512927301137185536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YSAByAGF0io/Tqe6dhR2xCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HXf2Ult3NBo/s220/original.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36289351.post-116145759861418016</id><published>2006-10-21T21:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T21:06:38.616+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Edinburgh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I want to go back to Edinburgh!!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Edinburgh was the most beautiful place I've ever been in my life...physically as well as spiritually (meaning, not only was it aesthetically &lt;em&gt;stunning&lt;/em&gt;, but I had amazing experiences with God while I was there, too).  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I miss it FAR too much. I think I will really end up there at some not-too-distant stage in my life...maybe permanently??&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;the quick brown fox jumper over lazy dog&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Sorry, that weird thing was from Shungu...see his link ==&amp;gt; over there ==&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Must go, I'm meant to be working.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;mwah!!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36289351-116145759861418016?l=fairliberator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/feeds/116145759861418016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36289351&amp;postID=116145759861418016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/116145759861418016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/116145759861418016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/2006/10/edinburgh.html' title='Edinburgh'/><author><name>JennyBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512927301137185536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YSAByAGF0io/Tqe6dhR2xCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HXf2Ult3NBo/s220/original.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36289351.post-116126913763307637</id><published>2006-10-19T16:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T16:45:37.676+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Check me out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hey lookie here, I can blog straight from Gmail!!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Zipadeedooda...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36289351-116126913763307637?l=fairliberator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/feeds/116126913763307637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36289351&amp;postID=116126913763307637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/116126913763307637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/116126913763307637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/2006/10/check-me-out.html' title='Check me out'/><author><name>JennyBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512927301137185536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YSAByAGF0io/Tqe6dhR2xCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HXf2Ult3NBo/s220/original.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36289351.post-116125531732540567</id><published>2006-10-19T12:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T12:56:10.680+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Try Again</title><content type='html'>Hi lovelies. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is my newest experiment: a BlogSpot. I just couldn’t deal with my website anymore. I’m so busy, and everytime I looked at my website I just felt tired; all the updating and reskinning and blablabloodybla. Couldn’t take it anymore!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t promise that this blog will be updated as often as it should, but I AM going to give it a good and proper effort, so we’ll see if it comes right this time around…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where to begin? An update on my year, perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s begin with studies. In English, I’ve been studying Renaissance Literature (ie: Spenser’s The Faerie Queene, and Milton’s Paradise Lost), Shakespeare, and 18th Century Poets (Johnson, Pope). I’ve enjoyed it (mostly), but I’m very glad that this is my last year of English…I can’t wait to read the books I want to read!! Television 3 has kept me ridiculously busy. I’ve made a slew of commercials and news inserts, as well as a 12-minute reality documentary. I’ve applied for Television 4 next year, but we’ll see if I get through or not. I spent 3 weeks in Durban in July, working at Vuleka! Productions, a small production house. I really enjoyed my time there, I might even apply for a permanent position after I graduate. My heart is still set on Scotland, though, and I hope to eventually end up there; I’m exploring job opportunities in Edinburgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health? My diabetes has been in much better control this year, but I’ve still had several health issues. I came close to burnout at the end of first term, and I had to take time off work and cut back on my commitments. I also seem to have broken my foot at some stage; I have what’s called an angulated fracture in my right foot, and I’ve been seeing an orthopaedic specialist regularly, trying to sort that out. I also just recovered from a nasty bout of bronchitis/near-pneumonia. If you can avoid getting pneumonia, I would recommend it; I’ve never been that sick in my life, I couldn’t even get out of bed some days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travel? I’ll be spending a week or two in Kenya in January, to work at a missionary retreat. I’ll be taking care of kids. I’m looking forward to it; I’ve wanted to go to Kenya for some time now. :) Next Christmas, I’ll be coming to the states for a few weeks with my parents. I’m looking forward to seeing my old friends in Springfield!! Yay!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digs has been good this year. I’ve enjoyed my time with Ella, Kath, Danie, and Neels, and its hard to believe we only have six weeks more together. (for that matter, it’s hard to believe I only have six weeks left as an undergrad!!) Next year, I’ll be living with Vene and Elzita, two girls from Namibia. It will be nice to live in a house of girls for once. We’re the “Racially Reconciled Digs”, you might be able to see why if you look at &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/fairliberator/266745098/"&gt;this photo&lt;/a&gt;…from left to right its Vene, Elzita, and I. I’m really looking forward to living with these lovely ladies, they are truly great Women of God and I love them muchly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are new photos on my old website gallery (&lt;a href="http://shrekkie.rucus.net/gallery)"&gt;http://shrekkie.rucus.net/gallery)&lt;/a&gt;, if you haven’t seen them already, but from now on I will only be posting new photos on Flickr; see the link over there ==&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel I must now go rejoin the real world. Farewell, kiddies...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36289351-116125531732540567?l=fairliberator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/feeds/116125531732540567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36289351&amp;postID=116125531732540567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/116125531732540567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36289351/posts/default/116125531732540567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairliberator.blogspot.com/2006/10/lets-try-again.html' title='Let&apos;s Try Again'/><author><name>JennyBean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12512927301137185536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YSAByAGF0io/Tqe6dhR2xCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HXf2Ult3NBo/s220/original.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
