I love my dog

I have a dog. His name is Bruno. He is a few weeks from his 7th birthday. He loves chasing tennis balls and going for walks on the beach. He loves small children and is the best friend a person could ask for.
Bruno has cancer.

A year or so ago his back right leg started swelling. It was a strange bump and when he went to the vet, they said there was nothing there. That it was probably arthritis. A year later, it turns out that he has a type of cancer that forms on the bone. His whole leg is swollen. They have done tests and he is anxiously awaiting the results. There is hope that the cancer has not spread, but if it has...well, that bridge will be crossed when he arrives there.

Bruno is the most incredible dog. He is lovable, kind, friendly, and never ever snapped at anyone. He has the kindest soul. And my heart is breaking. My best friend is sick and I wish I could make the sickness go away. I would do anything to make him feel better. I love my dog <3

I am not a writer

I am not a writer

Creativity doesn't flow through me

Literature doesn't fill my soul

Words do not fulfill me

Theatre does not make me

Poetry doesn't help me grow

I am not a writer

The words I create are not profound

It's something I just know.

Funny Haha!

Ok, so for many many years I have been told that I am funny. When people meet me for the first time, they always look at me and say, "Oh gosh but you're funny!" I don't know what I do that seems to make people laugh so much. Usually, I'm just relaying a story that  happened to me in the past (my life can be that ridiculous yes), and people seem to love that.

My older brother, Tristan, has mentioned to me more than once that I should go into stand-up comedy. During the National Arts Festival, he urged me to sign up for the amateur open-mic night. I was absolutely petrified and said no!! But it's gotten me thinking... I wonder if I could be the next Barry Hilton, Jimmy Carr, or Eddie Izzard (just with boobs and a pretty face). It has been playing over and over again in my head, and I have taken to writing down the things I say that seem to make my family laugh. Who knows, perhaps one day I could be performing in front of a live audience.

I am not a comedic writer though, I will admit. That is not a skill I have - to entertain through writing. However, my performance skills are (apparently) quite good. My delivery of jokes and stories are what I do best.

Fingers crossed and will keep you posted on how this all plays out....

What a Year It's Been...

It's good to be home!!!

2012 has been an educational year (and I'm not referring to just academics here). This year saw me being hit with the most blows life has ever thrown at me. I had my heart broken (only for it to be mended again), I had to learn to be strong again, I got my third (and final) tattoo, I learnt that people will let you down but that you need to be the one to pick yourself up, I found out who my true friends are, I realised who I truly am and what I deserve in life, and I learnt that you get many different kinds of love in the world.

Currently I am sitting on my bed, having one of the most relaxing days I have had in a loooooong time! Having been left home alone, I have thoroughly abused the remote control and raided DSTV like a nerd raids a comic book store!

In about a week and a half I will be flying to Jozi (can I get a wa-waaaat) and will be spending ten days with Devin (the love of my life). The two of us will have a house to ourselves and can finally get some good quality time together. I am beyond excited!! I have also convinced him to join my family on Christmas day. It'll be nice to have him as a part of a big family occasion. :)

Right, well that's all for now. Will keep you posted on the (not so) exciting times in Pennington! :P

Where did time go?

Tomorrow afternoon, I am flying to Johannesburg for one of my good friends' 21st birthday celebrations. The following week see's me celebrating my best friends 21st birthday. And all of a sudden it hit me.....Where the hell did time go? I know I'm about to sound like a knobbly-kneed, hunchbacked, crackly voiced old lady, but: It seems only yesterday I was meeting Georgina (my best friend/sister). I swear it was only the other day that I started matric! And now......now I am in my final year of my degree, about to turn 21 and soon to start my career.....Eish!! Time needs to slow down a bit.


The point of this bloggity post is to just share with you how I've grown. Cos that's what I was noticing as I had my flashback down memory lane... I have grown. And still have loads more growing to do


Back in 2008: (such a kid still)

And 2012: (now just a bigger kid)

Some memories never fade...

Hi, my name is Candice, and I am a photograph junkie! But let me clarify: I don't necessarily like taking photo's (that's a skill I don't own), but I love flicking through albums and looking at photo's. I have spent many hours pouring over old family albums, and I never get tired of seeing the same photographs. 

There's a kind of magic within a black-and-white photo, showing how your parents looked when they were babies. The best is looking at how older family members looked when they were your age - with the same care-free smiles you wear. Even though the person in the photo may have changed, the beautiful thing is that the photo will always be the same, and it will always hold those beautiful moments and memories.

One of my favourite websites is: dearphotograph.com. People send in photo's and comments/quirks about one of their favourite photo's and I could easily spend hours on this page. Some of the stories and memories are beautiful to read and it makes you cherish your memories with your loved ones.

If I could, I would send them this picture with the following caption:

"My mother is the strongest person I know, and my older brother always has a kind word to give. They are the people that inspire me. I wish I could have gotten to know my gran better, as she gave me the wonderful mother I have today."

Photo's never grow old! Hmmm, I think it's time I cracked open those albums again....

Decisions Decisions

Today I was having a lovely little flashback to my matric year. And I couldn't help  but laugh. Back in high school, I changed career choices almost every month. I had no idea what I wanted to do for the rest of my life.... I still don't.


But I had a good chuckle at the range of different careers. From journalism, to speech-therapy, to teaching, to psychology, to nursing, to dancing... I wanted to do so many things. I don't mean to sound big-headed, but I knew I would be good at any one I chose. 


So recently...I have been thinking about nursing. I never had any inclination to become a doctor, but an E.R nurse, or a theatre nurse was something I wanted to do. However when applying, I wasn't able to because I hadn't done science or biology in school. However, I have been thinking that maybe, after receiving a degree in psychology, maybe they would be willing to allow me to study....However it is a 4 year degree and I have no idea how I would be able to fund it.... But knowing me, I'll change my mind again in a few days. I just always wanted to work in a hospital or clinic. That was always something I wanted to do....

Here Comes The Bride

I love beautiful things. This ranges from home decor to cars. Recently, I have been watching too many wedding programme's (which worries my boyfriend a bit), and today I spent at least an hour looking up different wedding dresses.


I have always loved wedding dresses. As a little girl, I remember designing the dress I was supposedly going to walk down the aisle in. Cute, I know...
But recently, I have been wondering if I will ever walk down the aisle. You see, as a high school student, you kinda plan out life. For e.g., my plan went like this:
Get a job, and live, in Cape Town. Work as a teacher before going on to study post-grad Psychology, then become a world changing Neuro-Psychologist. Find a guy and be married by 28....


I find it funny how I was convinced that by 28 I would be married. By that age I would have been with this amazing guy long enough to be married to him. It's funny how reality hits when you leave high school. =D And the great thing about life is that, you just don't know.


Anyhoo, moving along, the point of this post was just to share some of the beautiful dresses I found. If I ever get to walk down the aisle (and please Lord may I be blessed enough to), these are possible dresses I would love to be wearing:

When it's just a crying month...

Some months I get angry....
Some months I get irritable...
Some months I get sensitive...
This month? This month is a crying month....

I recently went for a big operation on my knee and am now in a brace and using a crutch. I have never felt so useless and I can hardly walk. I am completely reliant on this huge brace.

And all for what?

To play netball again. To go running again.

However the damage to my knee over the past 2 years has been quite extensive, and I am never allowed to play netball again. Or do road running.... or any of the other sports or activities I used to do. And this makes me feel like I wasted my time and should have just gone without surgery. I was coping fine without it. And now I am constantly in pain, walking uncomfortably and doing physio for the next 9 months.

So yes, this month, is a crying month...

The most beautiful sport in the world:

Lets see your Jazz hands!

Last night I watched: Burlesque, and I fell in love. The bright lights, feathers, dancing, fishnets, high heels, and lipstick appeal to me more than you could ever think. I always had a secret dream to be a performer. To dance, sing, and perform with bright lights and an audience begging you for more gives me goosebumps!


"Its a life, its a style, its a passion, its Burlesque"

"Oh Life...."

The last few days have been bumpy for me.... Maybe they weren't meant to be, but emotionally, I was rocked around like a drunkard on a ship!

You see, being in love is amazing! It's just as soppy and romantic and lovey as novels describe. But what they leave out is the fact that you are two people, two individuals, who have different goals, different idea's, insecurities, bad moods, experience jealousy, fight, cry, be sad...and then when you think it's done, and your worst fears may become reality..... you guys fix it. Things get better. You realise that together, you can do it. That you're there to pick each other up and make them laugh when the world has shat on their heads....

My goal is to be this for my boyfriend. He has been my inspiration, my fan, my tissue, my shoulder, my ear, my happiness, my laughter. And he has taught me so much - about who I am, and about life. Don't get me wrong, he gives me grief too sometimes but a relationship has to go through a rough patch, just so you can enjoy the greenery more.

I don't know what the future holds, but for now, I am happy as hell knowing he loves me as much as I love him.
"You're just 2 people walking together, dancing".... I wanna dance with him

Standing Out In A Crowd...

So I have finally returned home after an incredible week up in Johannesburg. I had such an amazing time and my New Years Eve party was pretty good too. 


Currently I have had a lot of thoughts running through my head...particularly the thoughts about my physical appearance. Last night, I went through old photo's of old friends from high school and I got really down. I sometimes sit and wonder why God made me the way He did. Why did I have to be so different from other girls? Why couldn't I be shorter, and smaller, and able to tan, like all the other girls? It has been 20 years of being different, and comments behind my back like: "Whoa she's so tall!" and "Sjoe she's quite a big girl hey?"


I get really angry when I see other girls wearing short skirts and high heels, and I know that I was not designed to wear such.... 
Don't get me wrong, I don't think I'm ugly..... I just think I'm different. And I'm tired of being different....I don't wanna stand out anymore. I wanna be able to wear high heels, short skirts (but not too short obviously), have small sexy legs, and nicely proportioned boobs....


Why was I made to stand out so much?