<?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-7462854105255688727</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:38:23.510+04:00</updated><category term='ME...'/><category term='SEX'/><category term='Songs'/><category term='Adventures...'/><category term='moi'/><category term='What goes around comes around...'/><category term='Phones...'/><category term='sexy songs'/><category term='Pics'/><category term='Things women love and men hate'/><category term='Assholeness'/><category term='Sexy Songs...'/><category term='SEX and Cheating'/><category term='sexy pics'/><category term='sexy videos'/><category term='FUN'/><category term='Beach...'/><category term='Just for Lesbians'/><category term='Men...'/><title type='text'>xx Candy's Secrets xx</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>xxx Candy xxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905463790363178417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://socialitelife.com/images/Angelina%20Jolie%20206.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462854105255688727.post-926685241905018722</id><published>2007-07-31T13:53:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T13:54:58.958+04:00</updated><title type='text'>London pimp...they call him MADONNA : p</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U4BT0dntDhM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U4BT0dntDhM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462854105255688727-926685241905018722?l=lotsacandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/feeds/926685241905018722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462854105255688727&amp;postID=926685241905018722' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/926685241905018722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/926685241905018722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/2007/07/london-pimpthey-call-him-madonna-p.html' title='London pimp...they call him MADONNA : p'/><author><name>xxx Candy xxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905463790363178417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://socialitelife.com/images/Angelina%20Jolie%20206.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462854105255688727.post-3247592984647881771</id><published>2007-07-23T20:15:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T20:18:40.211+04:00</updated><title type='text'>70 simple pleasures that brightens up my day...</title><content type='html'>1. Strawberries &amp; chocolate fondue … mmmm. &lt;br /&gt;2. Walking barefoot in grass. &lt;br /&gt;3. Listening to good music in the car. &lt;br /&gt;4. Taking a long, relaxing shower…aaaaaaaah&lt;br /&gt;5. Café au lait. &lt;br /&gt;6. A good novel. &lt;br /&gt;7. Popcorn and an old movie on DVD (The Godfather is a good choice). &lt;br /&gt;8. The smell of fresh-cut grass and swimming pool chlorine. &lt;br /&gt;9. Watching the sunrise. &lt;br /&gt;10. Walking on the beach barefoot. &lt;br /&gt;11. A gentle morning run wearing shorts and a tank top. I always do it when abroad. &lt;br /&gt;12. Yoga or stretching or meditation. &lt;br /&gt;13. Snuggling in bed with your partner. &lt;br /&gt;14. Watching the sunset. &lt;br /&gt;15. Hugging your child or other kids you adore tightly. &lt;br /&gt;16. Good wine. &lt;br /&gt;17. Dark Lindt chocolate. &lt;br /&gt;18. Dancing like you’re crazy and like no one is watching. &lt;br /&gt;19. Telling jokes till your sides ache. &lt;br /&gt;20. A long conversation with a good friend. &lt;br /&gt;21. Ice cold Coke in the hot weather. &lt;br /&gt;22. Kissing in the rain. &lt;br /&gt;23. Being lazy on a Friday. &lt;br /&gt;24. Waking to a clean house. &lt;br /&gt;25. An uncluttered room. &lt;br /&gt;26. Banana split. &lt;br /&gt;27. Pillow fights. &lt;br /&gt;28. Fries and a vanilla milkshake. &lt;br /&gt;29. Singing in the shower, loudly. &lt;br /&gt;30. Dancing in the rain and stomping in puddles. &lt;br /&gt;31. Watching your child play. &lt;br /&gt;32. Fresh-baked chocolate chip cookies. &lt;br /&gt;33. Helping someone in need. &lt;br /&gt;34. Making someone smile. &lt;br /&gt;35. Homemade pie. &lt;br /&gt;36. A nature hike. &lt;br /&gt;37. Laying back and watching the stars with someone special. &lt;br /&gt;38. Making a sandcastles and boobz castles ;) &lt;br /&gt;39. Floating in the water. &lt;br /&gt;40. Taking a long afternoon nap. &lt;br /&gt;41. Getting a surprise breakfast in bed or room service. &lt;br /&gt;42. Laying back and looking up at clouds. &lt;br /&gt;43. Watching the ocean. &lt;br /&gt;44. Getting a massage. &lt;br /&gt;45. Baking cupcakes. &lt;br /&gt;46. Burger king Double cheese Whooper. &lt;br /&gt;47. Iced tea peaches flavor. &lt;br /&gt;48. Playing footsie. &lt;br /&gt;49. Acting crazy in public. &lt;br /&gt;50. Seeing your savings account grow. I never save. But I once tried it, felt good for 2 months, couldn't stand it and ended up spending all my savings on clothes and designer bags.&lt;br /&gt;51. Taking a hot bath. &lt;br /&gt;52. Blowing bubbles. &lt;br /&gt;53. A gentle breeze. &lt;br /&gt;54. The feeling after a good workout. &lt;br /&gt;55. Checking something off your to-do list. &lt;br /&gt;56. Snuggling together under the covers on a stormy day. &lt;br /&gt;57. Playing a good game of basketball. &lt;br /&gt;58. The smell of a new book.&lt;br /&gt;59. Writing on good paper with a good pen. &lt;br /&gt;60. A clear desk. &lt;br /&gt;61. Fresh popped popcorn. &lt;br /&gt;62. A fresh snow. &lt;br /&gt;63. Swinging on a swing. &lt;br /&gt;64. Homemade strawberry shortcake. &lt;br /&gt;65. An empty email inbox. My inbox has 2,045 emails and am working on clearing it up tonight.&lt;br /&gt;66. Ice skating. &lt;br /&gt;67. A very slow and sensual night with your partner. &lt;br /&gt;68. Staying up all night talking. &lt;br /&gt;69. Having a picnic. &lt;br /&gt;70. Swimming at night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462854105255688727-3247592984647881771?l=lotsacandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/feeds/3247592984647881771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462854105255688727&amp;postID=3247592984647881771' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/3247592984647881771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/3247592984647881771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/2007/07/70-simple-pleasures-thats-brighten-up.html' title='70 simple pleasures that brightens up my day...'/><author><name>xxx Candy xxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905463790363178417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://socialitelife.com/images/Angelina%20Jolie%20206.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462854105255688727.post-8164224441710052646</id><published>2007-07-19T17:52:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T16:14:08.512+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexy songs'/><title type='text'>Fatal Bazooka - j´aime trop ton boule</title><content type='html'>I've been sooo addicted to this song...this FRENCH DUDE IS HILARIOUS!!! to all GAY loverzzz like me enjoy the song :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fx3gMIFwJ4g"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fx3gMIFwJ4g" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462854105255688727-8164224441710052646?l=lotsacandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/feeds/8164224441710052646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462854105255688727&amp;postID=8164224441710052646' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/8164224441710052646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/8164224441710052646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/2007/07/fatal-bazooka-jaime-trop-ton-boule.html' title='Fatal Bazooka - j´aime trop ton boule'/><author><name>xxx Candy xxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905463790363178417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://socialitelife.com/images/Angelina%20Jolie%20206.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462854105255688727.post-3107706069130511459</id><published>2007-07-05T12:36:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T15:43:56.440+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moi'/><title type='text'>Habitssss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RozPezf_u2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/_ThG6LCpn3M/s1600-h/74145276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083666207521880930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RozPezf_u2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/_ThG6LCpn3M/s400/74145276.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;We all have habits. Some we already got rid of, others we're still working on getting rid of and many others we don't want to get rid of because we're enjoying them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;baaby&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some habits I had but got rid of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I used to &lt;strong&gt;suck my thumb&lt;/strong&gt;...i know very sexy :p stopped when I was 12...my dad used to make fun of me and always used to say "one day she's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gnna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; suck her husband's ....... by mistake if she doesn't stop &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;suckin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; her thumb!!!" well sometimes I still crave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;suckin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; if you know what I mean!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Biting my nails&lt;/strong&gt;...ain't sexy at all...Thanks to the bitchy nail extensions I stopped that habit...I can't stand &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;looking&lt;/span&gt; at someone or dating someone who bites their nails...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Playing with my hair&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; especially when am nervous and am around a hot guy... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Going crazy if I didn't have sex&lt;/strong&gt; within seven days...I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tryin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to control the bitchy moody swings I get if I don't have sex by having fun with the vibrator or by getting myself busy by blogging or reading a novel... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;yeh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;drunk dialing&lt;/strong&gt;...I used to call my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;exs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; whenever I get drunk...only had 2 I used to bug...now i learned my lesson never save your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;exs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; numbers...memorize them :p &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;jk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; no seriously none of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ex's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; numbers are saved in my phone to avoid future &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;embarrassments&lt;/span&gt;...but there's always one ex I call...He's probably reading this now and has this big smirk on his face...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;inta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;bara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;emk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; !!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Habits I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;stilll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; HAVE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Urrrrrghhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...I need to keep some and get rid of most:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheating&lt;/strong&gt;...in&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;examz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;barasheeem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :p), &lt;strong&gt;job interviews&lt;/strong&gt; (showing off some cleavage by mistake of course :p) ended up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;gettin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; many offers but declined them as soon as I found out that the boss is not cute at all and acting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;hornyyy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;jk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I don't think I can work in the moment I have other things to focus on like enjoying life, and &lt;strong&gt;relationships&lt;/strong&gt; ( am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;realllly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;workin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on this now). I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;neeeed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to become more serious in relationships &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;aaaaaaaal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ya3&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...I don't think I can unless the guy is worth it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trusting people easily&lt;/strong&gt;...got stabbed so many times but still tend to be sweet with people around me...my problem is that I always believe that every person is good from the inside but life made him/her mean towards others...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faking orgasms&lt;/strong&gt; *sometimes* sometimes it's fun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;doin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it...but not all the time...it gets frustrating when you're with someone and can't orgasm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' this person isn't satisfying you by being selfish and thinking that you are just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;tooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; demanding. and spoiled..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shopping till I drop&lt;/strong&gt;...always take a sugar daddy with you shopping :p It's fun but never sleep with this one always tease and leave...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teasing...&lt;/strong&gt;I just love teasing guys...It's fun if you think about it...when you know that you can't have someone you just want them more and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;moreeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... I usually like to tease them for a minimum of 2-3 months and others for a year or more...I like the chase :p &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;meooow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drinking... &lt;/strong&gt;I'm a big fan of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;tequila&lt;/span&gt; BABY! And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;drinkin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;tequilas&lt;/span&gt; made me take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;mannny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;stupppid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; idiotic decisions...I regret most of them...but hey life is still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;gooooooooot1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;And last but not least &lt;strong&gt;LAZING &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;offff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and being too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Pickkky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;am not only picky with the guys I date am also picky with jobs I come across... I graduated 6 months ago and still don't think I'll ever work &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I am a LAZY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;asss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...I have a friend who works in this airlines company and found me a job... you can guess...she wants me to work as an air &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;stewardess&lt;/span&gt;...I find that job super sexy but very tiring...you have to look perfect n elegant all the time and smile to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;vip's&lt;/span&gt; and ACT FAKE..you should also tolerate the fact that if one of the royalty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;douchebags&lt;/span&gt; wanted to spank you on the ass you should just smile and pretend you adore him and if he wanted something more you should answer in a very diplomatic way...I love travelling but not working as a maid for 15 hours! No offence, but its not me...I've always wanted to be a sexy pilot ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462854105255688727-3107706069130511459?l=lotsacandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/feeds/3107706069130511459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462854105255688727&amp;postID=3107706069130511459' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/3107706069130511459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/3107706069130511459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/2007/07/habitssss.html' title='Habitssss'/><author><name>xxx Candy xxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905463790363178417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://socialitelife.com/images/Angelina%20Jolie%20206.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RozPezf_u2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/_ThG6LCpn3M/s72-c/74145276.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462854105255688727.post-5483599341066238422</id><published>2007-06-20T17:35:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T15:19:38.488+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexy pics'/><title type='text'>Some random pics for ma beautiful, loving fanz! : p</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Missed posting and missed you guys more! You're probably wondering whats new in my life...to start with am on the french fries diet (home-made of course) I'm doin it to enlarge my boobzys n booty for da summer baby! You can see the difference I guess... I need to get some booty pics of course the before and after kind of pics :p I've been workin out by partying, dating, and havin a hell of a time...calories lost: 4,500 ; ) noo need for gym...gym js makes my ass shrink smaller and smaller everyday...Gotta go...Enjoy da pics!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RnktsgJzY2I/AAAAAAAAAHU/m9sOecyUYds/s1600-h/puka+puka+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078140297405490018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RnktsgJzY2I/AAAAAAAAAHU/m9sOecyUYds/s400/puka+puka+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1 puka puka, 2 puka puka floooooor!Dammmmn this drink knocked me off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RnktswJzY3I/AAAAAAAAAHc/QObt6ZuhE20/s1600-h/2007_06180003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078140301700457330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RnktswJzY3I/AAAAAAAAAHc/QObt6ZuhE20/s400/2007_06180003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I felt bad for da flower...it looked soo pweety in da begginning then it js got wet and drowned : ( &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RnkttAJzY4I/AAAAAAAAAHk/kFQ5YstHDsc/s1600-h/2007_06180017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078140305995424642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RnkttAJzY4I/AAAAAAAAAHk/kFQ5YstHDsc/s400/2007_06180017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My new toy! He's a great company :p I called him "Big boy" it took me 3 days to stick it half way in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RnkttAJzY5I/AAAAAAAAAHs/xNcbGTCHEdg/s1600-h/2007_06180018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078140305995424658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RnkttAJzY5I/AAAAAAAAAHs/xNcbGTCHEdg/s400/2007_06180018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My other new sex toy...this is my fave coz it gives you pleasure while mastubrating or while doin it doggy style ; ) and about the book I js can't wait to try all the positions...&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/7462854105255688727-5483599341066238422?l=lotsacandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/feeds/5483599341066238422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462854105255688727&amp;postID=5483599341066238422' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/5483599341066238422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/5483599341066238422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/2007/06/some-random-pics-for-ma-beautiful.html' title='Some random pics for ma beautiful, loving fanz! : p'/><author><name>xxx Candy xxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905463790363178417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://socialitelife.com/images/Angelina%20Jolie%20206.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RnktsgJzY2I/AAAAAAAAAHU/m9sOecyUYds/s72-c/puka+puka+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462854105255688727.post-3275552579279621584</id><published>2007-05-26T16:44:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T17:18:58.875+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things women love and men hate'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RlgyeWO5K4I/AAAAAAAAAHE/eoAv7w2m440/s1600-h/200477392-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068856877551004546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RlgyeWO5K4I/AAAAAAAAAHE/eoAv7w2m440/s200/200477392-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RlgxRGO5K3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/iXR3rh-mbe0/s1600-h/dv1107018.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/Rlgw9WO5K2I/AAAAAAAAAG0/oqfN-FNKJio/s1600-h/dv1107018.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;14 Things We Love, But Men Hate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Bathroom crap:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Loofahs, potpourri and peppermint foot scrub exfoliant spiked with Shea butter are among the products we 'women' like to stick in our bathrooms to the detriment of the world's water supply. Give men a toothbrush and some soap and they're good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Shopping:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Being dragged along on one of our shopping sprees is guaranteed to drive any sane man mad! Please girls don't ask a guy whether or not this dress or bikini makes our ass look like oatmeal or FAT! Well I did take a guy once shopping and tried on a few dresses he chose the most conservative one that made me loook pregnant : s and told me to ditch the sexy one...Well guess what I got the sexy of course the next day...why? coz I didn't want to hurt his feelings I WANT THE SEXY ONE! Don't drag yer guy into this unless he's a fashion freak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3. Talking:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Women are constantly prodding men for affirmation. Because most guys are comparatively aloof, holding little gab sessions allows women to ascertain "where things are going." This might not be so bad if it weren't for the fact that women pick the most inopportune moments to pry open your mental safe (i.e. directly following sex and/or during something obscure and interesting on the History Channel).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4. Crying:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Guys prefer not to cry, the exception being a broken bone or downed satellite dish. But we know something they don't know; crying makes you feel better. So good , in fact, most of us do it all the time. Like strung-out addicts, we need that feel-good fix and will cry three, four, five times a day just to get it. And dare I mention the ability of tears to guilt men into jumping through hoops of fire...Crocidile tears!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Cosmo quizzes:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Ever pick up a copy of a Cosmopolitan ? Doing its quizzes about oral sex and menstruation, or some other sordid topic like "Is he the one?", is, mystifyingly, a guilty pleasure for many women including me! I hate to admit they're kind of fun but I never really believed in them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;6. Shoes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; We place so much stock in footwear, but with so much else to look at, do you think all men notice our shoes? (unless they have a foot fetish thingy going on). The only time a guy would notice our Manolo Blahniks is when they're at the foot of their bed. Sneakers and dress shoes have always done them right, so why do we complicate things for them? WE love showing off infront of other women, maybe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Fad workouts:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Before pilates there was Tae Bo and before Tae Bo there was yoga. We hop from fad workout to fad workout like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.askmen.com/women/singer/3_jennifer_lopez.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;J.Lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; hops to and from husbands. Here's to hoping your woman is more loyal to you than she is to the ever-changing world of "hot today; not tomorrow" exercise regimens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Gay guys:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; prominent gay characters are popping up and garnering impressive female followings on popular sitcoms like Will &amp; Grace, SATC... I guess it's coz we are fascinated by something different and besides they're FUN and adorable don'tcha think? Plus they're more loyal in friendships js like lil puppies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;9. Flowers and chocolate:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Men want big-ticket items like flat screen televisions; chicks just want the immediacy and confirmation of your love. And for some reason, nobody has had any luck figuring it out... nothing says loving like candy bars and dying vegetation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;10. Enrique Iglesias &amp;amp; Justin Timberlake:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Deep in the heart of every woman lies a dormant teenybopper singing in a gay voice. All it takes is a pretty boy with pipes to rouse it. Hitting the high notes and bouncing along to choreographed dance numbers are typically not the talents men esteem in other men, which explains the disproportionate number of females who comprise Enrique and JT's fan base. I used to have a HUGE crush on Nick Carter the guy from Backstreet boys from the age of 11-14 then switched to Howard from the same gang then to Enrique and recently I' m into Justin Timerlake he's gettin hotter everyday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;11. Spiritual stuff:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; There comes a time in every woman's life when they begin to search for deeper meaning. This usually prompts us to delve into things like astrology or feng shui or tarot cards. I'm into reading palms and coffee cups now. Turns out I've only been in love twice :s and that I' m going to have a boy and a girl : D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Soap operas:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Better judgment precludes men from watching such drivel. The truth is they know that the days of our lives are not like sand through the hourglass. I think it's safe to say that no woman you'd want to date watches soap operas, at least not religiously. If the Daytime Emmys is her favorite awards ceremony, you've got yourself a problem. I'm into mexican series now, they remind me of my teenage years, boy I've learned alot of things from them plus they're sooo funnyy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;13. Carrie Bradshaw!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I LOVE HER! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.askmen.com/women/actress_60/63_sarah_jessica_parker.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sarah Jessica Parker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;'s on-screen character seems to be every urban woman's idol. She's witty, cool and impeccably dressed. She's also a bed-hopping, chain-smoking, self-obsessed megalomaniac. Great role model : p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;14. Cosmopolitans:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The drink that refuses to go out of style (mostly because millions of women refuse to let it) is really just a fancy way of making a Cape Codder (cranberry and vodka). The only addition is a splash of Triple Sec and lime juice, in case you want to shake her the perfect one yourself. It's worth noting that overpriced coffee-based beverages featuring the word "mochaccino" are the daytime version of the famed "Cosmo." Why aren't we satisfied with a simple concoction -- vodka on the rocks, a cup of coffee? I guess we love complicating things and making things a lil more glammed up. My second ex used to make fun of me when I used to order them, he always used to say that women just want to show off even when we order drinks (such a sexist) and that ordering martinis is more sophisticated and classier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheeerz!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feel free to add some in! : D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/7462854105255688727-3275552579279621584?l=lotsacandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/feeds/3275552579279621584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462854105255688727&amp;postID=3275552579279621584' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/3275552579279621584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/3275552579279621584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/2007/05/14-things-we-love-but-men-hate-1.html' title=''/><author><name>xxx Candy xxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905463790363178417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://socialitelife.com/images/Angelina%20Jolie%20206.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RlgyeWO5K4I/AAAAAAAAAHE/eoAv7w2m440/s72-c/200477392-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462854105255688727.post-7964970327290065472</id><published>2007-05-20T23:12:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T23:19:56.568+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FUN'/><title type='text'>Gay Cartoon...sooo funnny don't u dare miss it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xD3IxxclCxc"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xD3IxxclCxc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462854105255688727-7964970327290065472?l=lotsacandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/feeds/7964970327290065472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462854105255688727&amp;postID=7964970327290065472' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/7964970327290065472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/7964970327290065472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title='Gay Cartoon...sooo funnny don&apos;t u dare miss it!'/><author><name>xxx Candy xxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905463790363178417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://socialitelife.com/images/Angelina%20Jolie%20206.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462854105255688727.post-8984171007334114643</id><published>2007-05-16T20:47:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T15:21:01.336+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/Rks-ImO5K1I/AAAAAAAAAGs/pyf_1PM9fxI/s1600-h/10033830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065210523331144530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/Rks-ImO5K1I/AAAAAAAAAGs/pyf_1PM9fxI/s200/10033830.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Ever since I was a kid, I've been taught that strong people don't cry but seeing the sadness and love in my father's eyes when I was seven made me realize that even the strongest people cry at one point of their lives…My father was the first man I ever saw crying over my shoulder…My mother had passed away and I was the only one there for my father…I took care of my younger siblings at an early age…I was always there for the people I love most and always took care of them…But all I received over the past years was disappointments…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 3a.m, the room was so dark, and the only thing my ex and I could see is some distant lights coming from the offices next to his flat and our guilty eyes. We were laying next to each other, cuddling up and talking about getting old and meeting each other after all those years. He was very quiet and he suddenly cried…Sometimes crying over someone's shoulder can make you closer to that person but that night something else happened. He was confused and didn't want to hurt me. I was confused too. In the past few months I felt guilty about hiding the one-night-stand from him but I held myself and told myself that "What he doesn't know won't hurt him." I didn't want to loose him, I said to myself. He doesn't deserve it. He's been nothing but good to me. We were meant to be with each other, we were so much alike that it freaked me out in the beginning. We're both Taurus, came from the same family, our grandparents come from the same little valley in the south, we shared the same annoying habits like lying and fooling around, read the same books, his sisters looked exactly like my sister, we were like soul mates. He made me feel safe for the first time in my life. He was the older brother I never had, the lover I always dreamed of, and the friend that I always depended on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Baby, there's something I want to tell you." I knew deep down that our relationship wasn't going to last forever. I told him before that there is no future between us because I don't believe in marriage. "I love you, but I'm still in love with my ex too. I'm confused. I want to settle down." He said. "So you've been seeing her in the past couple of months?" "Yes. I know I should have told you, I'm so sorry." "If you're still in love with her and she lives a million miles away, why don't you marry her?" "I don't know, Candy. I'm in love with you both." I laughed. Not because I was happy for him which is not the case. I was relieved. So it wasn't my fault that I had this killing erg to cheat on him. What goes around comes around. I had enough, I had to tell him and be honest with him. I thought that he'd understand. "There's something I should tell you too. I had a one night stand a few months ago" This is when he went crazy and asked me why I did it! "Who was he? Why Candy? WHY! I trusted you! When did that happen?! You told me that you were with your girlfriends clubbing?! Did you meet him there?!" He was just a friend of a friend who I saw at the pub. He was 36 years old, medium height, tanned and had a puppy face. I couldn't see his face it was dark in the club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt lonely that night. All my friends were with their boyfriends. You were as usual away for a week and you called me to say that you're sorry you couldn’t come to the club 'coz you were with friends and your family. I got upset but didn't want to tell you that. I got so drunk that night that he carried me home. Instead of him taking me home he took me to his place. I was shocked when I turned up in his bed. He didn't do anything in the beginning so I fell asleep. An hour later he came on to me and said that he wanted to cuddle up 'coz he was cold. I resisted him but he insisted and told me how sexy I looked, pulling my clothes off and holding my breasts so hard I screamed. I felt guilty and didn't want to do anything but the son of a bitch made me so drunk I couldn't resist him anymore and suddenly everything started to feel delicious. It didn't mean a thing. It was just something that happened and it was just sex. There were no feelings between us. And I didn't answer his calls the next day. But it sure was a crazy night. I never thought I'd have a one night stand. I was a good girl. Yes I did play around before but I did it when I wasn't in a serious relationship. If I had the chance to do it all over again. I'd do it differently. I would never have hurt you in the first place. And instead of staying with you, I'd break up with you. I guess I didn't have the courage to do that. I've learned a lot from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462854105255688727-8984171007334114643?l=lotsacandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/feeds/8984171007334114643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462854105255688727&amp;postID=8984171007334114643' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/8984171007334114643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/8984171007334114643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/2007/05/ive-always-been-taught-that-strong.html' title=''/><author><name>xxx Candy xxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905463790363178417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://socialitelife.com/images/Angelina%20Jolie%20206.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/Rks-ImO5K1I/AAAAAAAAAGs/pyf_1PM9fxI/s72-c/10033830.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462854105255688727.post-2467072182306923130</id><published>2007-05-16T02:24:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T02:27:46.836+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: 320px; border: 1px solid gray; font: normal 12px sans-serif; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="background: white; color: black; padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: 20px; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;Which Positive Quality Are You?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 4px;"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width: 200px; background: white; border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 74%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px; border: none; background: white; color: black;"&gt;You are Love.  Love is the glue that binds us all together.  The love of family, the love of friends, the love between husbands and their wives--these things form the foundation of our happiness, our security, and our comfort.  "All you need is love."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Peace&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 68%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Friendship&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 54%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Faith&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 51%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Charity&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 50%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Courage&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 43%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="text-align: center; padding: 8px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/which_positive_quality_are_you"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Which Positive Quality Are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU ALL! Umwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462854105255688727-2467072182306923130?l=lotsacandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/feeds/2467072182306923130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462854105255688727&amp;postID=2467072182306923130' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/2467072182306923130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/2467072182306923130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/2007/05/which-positive-quality-are-you-your.html' title=''/><author><name>xxx Candy xxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905463790363178417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://socialitelife.com/images/Angelina%20Jolie%20206.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462854105255688727.post-1055924993626046005</id><published>2007-05-15T15:36:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T15:37:15.826+04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is why you should ALWAYS keep some condoms in your car!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TaXKGj2DwFo"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TaXKGj2DwFo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462854105255688727-1055924993626046005?l=lotsacandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/feeds/1055924993626046005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462854105255688727&amp;postID=1055924993626046005' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/1055924993626046005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/1055924993626046005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-is-why-you-should-always-keep-some.html' title='This is why you should ALWAYS keep some condoms in your car!'/><author><name>xxx Candy xxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905463790363178417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://socialitelife.com/images/Angelina%20Jolie%20206.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462854105255688727.post-9122200218872090713</id><published>2007-05-10T00:18:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T00:27:43.965+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RkIuU6X96xI/AAAAAAAAAGU/L05t6up8gC8/s1600-h/1106920305Portia_de_Rossi_PS300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RkIuU6X96xI/AAAAAAAAAGU/L05t6up8gC8/s200/1106920305Portia_de_Rossi_PS300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062659867919903506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Portia Di Rossi, Dyke is Rosie, who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: 320px; border: 1px solid gray; font: normal 12px arial, verdana, sans-serif; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="background: white; color: black; padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font: bold 20px 'Times New Roman', serif; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;What famous lesbian do you most closely resemble?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 4px;"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;Portia Di Rossi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width: 200px; background: white; border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 89%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px; border: none; background: white; color: black;"&gt;You're talented, smart and beautiful.  You are more charming than members of the Royal Family and everyone just adores your killer smile. Plus you look amazing in a bikini.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Tammy Lynn Michaels&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 54%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Rosie O'Donnell&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 35%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Katherine Moennig&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RkISTaX96vI/AAAAAAAAAGE/85G-_Y4e5XM/s200/72664994.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;35 Mistakes Men do when having sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;PAY BACK TIME GUYS! I couldn't think of more but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;YOu&lt;/span&gt; could add some in girls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Men always assume we're turned on 24/7…No darling! We're not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Stepford&lt;/span&gt; wives and we can't have perfect 10/10 orgasms every single day! We need romantic and adventurous settings you know (candlelit dinner, nice sexy gestures from the guy and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; bit of caring and spoiling) not always but most of the time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Asking us question like "Am I the best lover you ever had", "Was this the best sex you ever had?", and "Is my dick big enough?" after the deed is a BIG TURN OFF! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Getting off the girl after Cumming…She's a human being for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;godsake&lt;/span&gt; and has feelings! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; I have to admit I do DO IT when I don't have feelings for the guy am with and when its just a one-night-stand but if she's your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;GF&lt;/span&gt; try to stay for at least two minutes before hopping into the shower... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Not sharing the shower with her…All the guys I've been with have shared the shower with me except one guy my sis call him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;alGERD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; he was as hairy as a monkey…anyways this guy had issues…he was married and had intimacy problems with his wife and with the other women I don't know what made me sleep with this guy…I guess it was just a fantasy I had for years. I dated married guys but never slept with one before, so I just wanted to experience that. He turned out to be very selfish not only in bed but also in the shower! So I dumped him the very next day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Not showering before sex…Body odor is a HUGE turn off besides not brushing your teeth after having pizza or worse GARLIC: s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Worrying a lot about your rug and the bed sheets your mom got you! I used to date this guy…he's probably reading this post right now : p he used to ADORE his Persian expensive carpet and never wanted to make love on it and when we actually did it on his beloved carpet he was very cautious and the sex sucked big time! So the next day I was having some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Nutella&lt;/span&gt; chocolate right out of the jar and dropped a big spoon full of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Nutella&lt;/span&gt; on his carpet. You should see the look on his face! He raced to the phone called his mom to ask her about how he should clean it! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Neyahahaha&lt;/span&gt; I guess I was a jealous person back then ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Getting tissues after sex! It's like a trademark for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Emarati&lt;/span&gt; guys! Well I prefer using a towel and taking a shower after thank you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rushing to the shower after the deed like there is no tomorrow or as if what you did is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;reallllly&lt;/span&gt; dirty and to cleanse your sins you should shower! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Shaving your beard or your down there right before having sex. WE don't care if you had a week old beard when we're into the moment. Just make sure you do it before the date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Refusing to try any new position or a new sexual experience like outdoor sex. I know that a lot of men love trying new things but when it comes to finally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;doin&lt;/span&gt; it, they back off and get scared. I love outdoor sex but if the guy I'm with doesn't think it's a great idea I go under the dry spell right away and get automatically turned off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Faking orgasms. Some men do it just to please his women and to get over it and to be A MAN! I have to admit that we all go through bad stressful days and we do fake it at times. A friend of mine was just telling me the other day that he fulfilled his fantasy by finally having sex in an empty soccer field in London but because he was stressed he couldn't cum for an hour and ended up faking it because he didn't want to hurt her feelings. Adorable isn't he? If only she knew! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Going silent when having sex. You should motivate your girl and tell her how good she feels instead of closing your eyes and just getting it off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Too much spanking. Spanking is good but too much of a thing becomes not good at all, boring and doesn't really turn on the girl your with especially if you do it every single time you have sex with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;poot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;thang&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Asking for a threesome every single time you're with her. Once is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, twice is not so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, third time why are you with us in the first place?! Go and get prostitutes from a pub and screw them instead of asking us all the time for a threesome! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Thinking that sex should be perfect. trying at least 5 acrobatic positions, she comes first and I come next, we have to cuddle up and then shower up full stop. Sex should be fun, full of surprises, spontaneous, and not a routine or a chore. Be creative! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Having rough sex every single time. Not only will it become boring but it actually hurts and causes tiny vaginal tears which makes sex painful for your girl. Go easy boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Not going down on a girl because you are not used to it and because it's not your thing. I met many girls and guys who are disgusted from oral sex. Sex is not fun if you were disgusted from each other! Why the hell are you together if you were not into each other?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ignoring her tits. Hello?! Women are sensitive there and they love to get touched there too and not only down there! Some just bite them. I think it's something to do with their childhood! Maybe they weren't breastfed so they feel like they should take revenge.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Forgetting her other sensitive areas like her back, thighs, shoulder… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Refusing to let her take control. I think its plain stupid. It's a give and take situation and both should be given chances to be in control and to be controlled it's all about TEASING! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Licking her ears till your spit blocks her ears. It once happened to me. I couldn't hear what the guy was saying most of the time I guess he was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; into it that he didn't notice that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Being afraid of telling her what you want in bed and how you like to get blown. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Expecting her to know when you're going to cum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Getting that I' am annoyed look after sex if she wanted to talk after sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;If you're not a smoker don't give her that dirty/disgusted look if she decided to have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;cigarette&lt;/span&gt; after sex.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Remember that if she had a cigarette after it, it means that she had a good time ; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Expecting her to get undressed every single time! Stripping is fun but stripping every time you have sex does become like a routine and eventually boring! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Not asking her about anal sex before and just doing it without her approval. It's a myth really that all women enjoy it from the back. I tried it four times the third time was the best because I was in the mood for it. So next time you want to do it just ask her if she's in the mood rather than just stick it in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Wanting quickies all the time. Foreplay is essential and should not be ignored because it adds a lot of excitement and passion into making love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Talking dirty all the time and not respecting the girl you're with by treating her like a slut all the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kissing her by biting her lips, sticking your tongue like a lizard and spitting a lot into her mouth. It's not a spitting game or about being aggressive it's called making out and it's all about expressing yourself and how much you want her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Leaving her responsible for your pleasure and not caring about her needs or whether she is satisfied or not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lying down in bed the whole time while she pleases you all the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Not giving your girl a massage and expecting her to massage you all the time. It's a give and take situation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Not trimming down there…we understand and know that you want to be the MAN and go hairy because you are a man and want to be loved the way you are…but long pubic hair is a BIG NO-NO! We can't stand going down on you if the hair is in our mouth the whole time… and spitting it out every now and then just killz the sparks! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Not keeping condoms in the car and not taking precautions. You never know where she has been and with whom. You never know when or what is going to happen so always keep it in handy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;CHEERZ!&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/7462854105255688727-3128132939789901924?l=lotsacandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/feeds/3128132939789901924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462854105255688727&amp;postID=3128132939789901924' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/3128132939789901924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/3128132939789901924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/2007/05/34-mistakes-men-do-when-having-sex-i.html' title=''/><author><name>xxx Candy xxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905463790363178417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://socialitelife.com/images/Angelina%20Jolie%20206.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RkISTaX96vI/AAAAAAAAAGE/85G-_Y4e5XM/s72-c/72664994.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462854105255688727.post-4581519491845560088</id><published>2007-05-03T20:44:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T23:05:18.446+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SEX'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RjzVUqX96uI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Y7uHzE_juwE/s1600-h/73279017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061154632206510818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RjzVUqX96uI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Y7uHzE_juwE/s200/73279017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;50 Mistakes Women Make When Having Sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1. Assuming he can get a raging hard on when it suits you. Contrary to popular belief, men can't just flip a switch and get it up because you decided to stop being a frigid bitch. Getting it hard is your job. I suggest you figure it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;2. Thinking that kissing needs to be this sweet romantic thing all the time. Sometimes pressing your lips against your partners mouth while you get off is the hot. It depends on the situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;3. Leaving him responsible for your orgasm. You know what gets you off. Tell him. If you don't, it's your own fault when he's snoozing and you're all wound up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;4. Expecting him to cuddle. Men and women are wired differently. Sex makes most women want to talk and bond and all that shit. It makes men pass out. It's a biological thing. Stop fighting it, and stop holding it over his head, it's not his fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;5. Expecting him to fall asleep with you in his arms. That shit is uncomfortable after awhile. A little snuggling isn't unreasonable, but when it's time to actually sleep? An arm draped over you should suffice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;6. Expecting him to always lay on the charm and romance. Sometimes, that's nice. Sometimes. But expecting him to be all roses and candles all the time is like expecting you to act like a pornstar all the time. If you're not willing to do that, don't expect him to switch for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;7. Being selfish in bed. Regardless of the shit that Cosmo forces down our throats, sex is NOT just about us. Get over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;8. Using Cosmo as a sex bible. I dont know who comes up with half that shit, but I'm pretty sure they need counseling. COSMO is going to sue me for this : p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;9. Whining when he pushes your head down on his cock instead of stroking your hair. Know why he's pushing, skippy? Because you aren't doing it right, and have apparently ignored the other clues he's given you. Pay attention to the signals that he's sending you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;10. Not moving at all. Missionary is not an excuse to do nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;11. Expecting him to undress himself with any amount of grace. He's about to get some pussy. Be glad he bothered to take his pants all the way off. If it concerns you so much, undress him yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;12. Not shaving your legs. Im pretty bad at this myself. But if you want your guy stubble free, you better get out the razor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;13. Allowing your crotch to resemble the amazon. Yes, waxing hurts. Yes, some people don't want to go bare. Thats fine. If you like bush, great. If you have sensitive skin and can't shave, I feel for you. But for the love of Christ, trim that shit if you want him to spend any time down there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;14. Assuming that sex means a relationship. The only relationship you have is that he has now stuck his hoo hoo dilly in your cha cha. That's as far as it goes unless otherwise noted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;15. Withholding oral sex just because you're ragging. He didn't do it. Unless you want him to withhold oral sex because he's hormonal, I suggest you get some kneepads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;16. Expecting him to figure out what you like by what noise you make. Use your words. Have you ever actually heard what you sound like while you're having sex? If you heard yourself on tape, and someone asked you to explain what was causing you to make that noise, 67% of women would respond with answers like "I stubbed my toe" "I ran up the steps" or "I was putting up drywall".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;17. Leaving condoms up to him. If you're sexually active and insist that he uses a condom, I suggest buying a box and keeping it by your bed. Not all men keep them on them, and it's just as much your responsibility as it is his. If you think that makes you a slut, you shouldn't be having sex anyway. Go back to Jr High.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;18. Getting your undies in a bunch when he talks dirty. A little fantasy can be fun. If he treats you with respect all the time, you shouldn't be offended when he calls you his dirty little slut. When he calls you a whore and tells you to come, its his way of showing that he cares if you get off. Stop being a sissy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;19. Refusing to be spontaneous. I know this is shocking, but sometimes sex OUTSIDE of the bedroom is fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;20. Dissing quickies because it's not some slow sensual ordeal. Sex is a dynamic thing. Theres an awesome raw energy when you only have 20 minutes but having to have someone so bad that you do it half clothed against the wall.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;21. Being too much of a pussy to tell him what is or isn't acceptable before you start bumping uglies. Be honest. If he asks if he can poke you in the butt, and you giggle and say no like it's an invitation, don't look surprised when he "accidentally" sticks his cock in your butt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;22. Expecting him to undress you. I put a bra on almost every day. I know for a fact that getting them off isn't always easy. Help a brother out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;23. Undressing in the dark. If youre shy, dim the lights, but give the man something to see. No ripping off the clothes and diving under the covers, either.24. Refusing to get on top. Theres no reason men should have to do all the work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;25. Getting that bored look on your face. Men are more visual than women. Give him something to look at. Get on top and arch your back a little bit. Move. Do something to indicate that you 1) are not dead and 2) didn't suffer a minor stroke rendering you unable to move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;26. Expecting him to do all the touching when you're riding him. It's your body, you're used to it. Play with your tits, rub your clit, do something to make his job easier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;27. Being too afraid to guide your partner's hand when hes touching you. Don't like the way he's doing it? Gently take his hand and show him how you like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;28. Getting into bed, getting naked, fooling around and then deciding that you just want to cuddle, then getting offended when he doesn't. Its your choice to stop, but don't look all fucking surprised when he's confused. You got him naked in your bed, what else did you think was going to happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;29. Refusing to let him take control. So your a feminist. Big fucking deal. Letting him call the shots doesn't make you any less of one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;30. Refusing to take control. Its ok to crawl across a bed to him on all fours, push him down and crawl on top. It's not his responsibility to start things all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;31. Forgetting that he has a body that likes to be touched, too. Men have things like backs and shoulders and stomachs and other parts that are fun to kiss and touch. You miss a lot of good places by concentrating solely on his penis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;32. Ignoring his balls. Seriously, they are there. Kiss them, lick them, suck on them, make a relationship with them, just don't ignore them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;33. Leaving him to his own devices. Nothing is worse than a girl who gets you most of the way off and then bolts because she doesn't want to deal with the mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;34. Launching into some speech about not being an object for sex when he tries to titty fuck you. Jesus Christ, just push them together and enjoy yourself. You get a great view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;35. Expecting him to handle you like a porcelain doll. I'd hate to be the bearer of bad news, but you're not going to break, sister. So doing it against the wall gives you a bruise on your shoulder. Look at it later and giggle at the memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;36. Refusing to try things in the name of "making love". You're not making anything. You are naked. With another person. Making strange faces and weird noises. Stop romanticizing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;37. Taking things way too seriously. Sex is funny. Actually it's hilarious. Somewhere along the line, someone is going to fall off of a bed, hit their head on a lighting fixture, accidentally kick a midget or trip over a goat. It's how you deal with it that really matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;38. Throwing a bitch fit when he asks for a 3 some. Its the American dream. (I know my ex is reading this right now, so a quick interjection. One request for a 3 some is ok. Every 5 minutes, not so much. Know the difference).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;39. Continuing a blow job knowing that you have god awful cotton mouth. Really. Grab a bottle of water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;40. Nails. Its one thing tracing them up and down your partners back. Its another when you snag the goods with a claw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;41. Bitching when you get jizz on you. You're having sex. That will happen. Thats the entire point of sex. Establish where he can and cant jizz and be done with it. Remember, it tightens the pores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;42. Not making any noises at all. Moan. Scream his name. Something so he knows he's the best you've had, even if he isn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;43. Faking orgasms. Just. Don't. By faking (IF he believes you) he thinks he's doing everything right. And if he doesn't know its not working, he's not going to change it. Starting a vicious cycle of unfulfilling sex which will eventually be very damaging to his ego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;44. Not washing before sex. I know that sex is spontaneous, this is more of a general statement. If you haven't showered that day, and things smell a little...fishy...perhaps demanding oral sex is a little ridiculous of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;45. Anything that involves inserting anything into his body that he has not specifically approved before hand. I don't care what Cosmo says, some things are simply not pleasant surprises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;46. Refusing to use oils/whipped cream/other messy but fun things because you have 541510630 count Egyptian cotton sheets that were made by hand by the only person alive capable of sewing that pattern. They'll wash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;47. Doing all of your before bed things before sex. Yes, sleeping with makeup on is bad. Now is not the time to remove it, you can do that later. And really fucking you with your hair in a ratty scrunchie with acne cream on your nose is not all its cracked up to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;48. Cleaning up after sex. Wiping the splooge off is one thing. But changing the sheets immediately so you can get the other ones in the washer and then sanitizing everything your naked body might have possibly passed by is not the way to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;49. Making a big deal out of it if he loses his hard on. This is not an interrogation, or 20 questions. It happens, he's probably mortified and you are NOT helping. Refrain from using phrases like "it happens to every guy". Just move to other activities until it gets hard again, and if it doesn't, get off another way with him. He's still capable of getting you off. Mumbling "Forget it" and rolling over are not ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;50. Asking questions right afterwards. The woman equivalent of "was it good for you?". Now is not a good time to ask "What this means". Right now, it means he probably needs to take a drink, a leak and a nap, perhaps not in that order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/7462854105255688727-4581519491845560088?l=lotsacandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/feeds/4581519491845560088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462854105255688727&amp;postID=4581519491845560088' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/4581519491845560088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/4581519491845560088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/2007/05/50-mistakes-women-make-when-having-sex.html' title=''/><author><name>xxx Candy xxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905463790363178417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://socialitelife.com/images/Angelina%20Jolie%20206.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RjzVUqX96uI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Y7uHzE_juwE/s72-c/73279017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462854105255688727.post-1241121532921300222</id><published>2007-05-03T16:16:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T16:56:51.561+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexy videos'/><title type='text'>The difference between Women &amp; Men in the SHOWER...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qehxjub5lyo"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qehxjub5lyo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Now this is my version of taking a shower:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I take off my clothes and walk NAKED to the bathroom kinda like the guy in the video and of course pose infront of the mirror (extremely sexy poses) sometimes take some nude pics, depending on my mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hop into the shower, turn on some warm water, get soaked up and start by singing and shampooing my hair with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="yschttl" href="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0geu.i_1zlGY9EAxKRXNyoA;_ylu=X3oDMTE3MjM3NGNlBGNvbG8DZQRsA1dTMQRwb3MDMwRzZWMDc3IEdnRpZANGOTI4XzEyMw--/SIG=11hu7nhju/EXP=1178282303/**http%3a//www.herbalessences.fr/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Herbal Essences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; the one with the roses smellz AMAZIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Put some Loreal hair &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;conditioner, leave it in and tie my hair up with a hair clip &lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Wash my body with some Apricot Exfoliating Body Wash (smellls soo GOOD).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Then wash my hair from the conditioner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Brush my teeth YES in the shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Wear my contact lenses YES in the shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Scrub my face with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stives.com/skin-care-products/facial-invigorating-scrub.cfm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Apricot Scrub &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Wash my down there with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="yschttl" href="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0geu91Y1zlGq.gAEYJXNyoA;_ylu=X3oDMTE3cHI2NTZyBGNvbG8DZQRsA1dTMQRwb3MDMgRzZWMDc3IEdnRpZANGOTI4XzEyMw--/SIG=1268jpqpq/EXP=1178282200/**http%3a//www.ciao.de/Carefree_Intimate_Wash__2468563"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Carefree Intimate Wash &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Apply some baby oil on ma body particulary my booty and hop out of the shower with a huge white robe, a towel on my head and a great big smile :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462854105255688727-1241121532921300222?l=lotsacandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/feeds/1241121532921300222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462854105255688727&amp;postID=1241121532921300222' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/1241121532921300222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/1241121532921300222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/2007/05/difference-between-women-men-in-shower.html' title='The difference between Women &amp; Men in the SHOWER...'/><author><name>xxx Candy xxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905463790363178417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://socialitelife.com/images/Angelina%20Jolie%20206.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462854105255688727.post-8084018754291927496</id><published>2007-05-01T22:11:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T15:42:05.980+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SEX and Cheating'/><title type='text'>funnny story! I dunnno why i laughed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RjeN9KX96rI/AAAAAAAAAFk/thXNODrg8to/s1600-h/73565737.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059668788270459570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" height="211" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RjeN9KX96rI/AAAAAAAAAFk/thXNODrg8to/s200/73565737.jpg" width="168" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Police and The Courts&lt;br /&gt;Published: 30/04/2007 12:00 AM (UAE)&lt;br /&gt;Woman and lover get suspended sentence&lt;br /&gt;Bassam Za'Za', Staff Reporter &lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;/strong&gt;his name is funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A housewife who claimed she slept with an engineer because her husband left her 'uncared for and lacking romance' has been given, together with her lover, a suspended punishment. The Dubai Court of First Instance awarded the UAE national housewife and the Jordanian engineer a four-month suspended jail term after they were found guilty of having an illicit affair yesterday. The imprisonment will be suspended for three years since it becomes final, on the condition that the crime is not repeated. The engineer will be deported for trespassing into the villa of the woman's husband. The Public Prosecution charged them with having consensual sex. The engineer was charged with trespassing and the housewife was charged with inviting him into the villa without her husband's consent.&lt;br /&gt;"I slept with him because of my marital problems. My husband's negligence and emotional vacuum were the main reasons behind my love for the other defendant. I regret what I did as I think of my children's future," she said in her statement. Gulf News learnt that the husband divorced his wife. The initial verdict is still subject to appeal.&lt;/strong&gt; EMOTIONAL VACCUM ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S I know it's not funny but I just realized why I laughed soo hard...it's maybe coz they're sooo STUPID i've never heard about a story this stupid how can she invite him into her house, I bet she did it to tease her stupid hubby! I HATE STUPID PEOPLE and they make me LAUGH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The main question thats been on my mind since yesterday is: if it was the other way around and the man was cheating on his wife and she caught him red handed would they put him in jail for 3 fuckin years I DON'T think so!!! He might get punished by gettin beaten up with a whip 70 times on his back...oh GOD I wish I could be the one to beat the shit out of him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462854105255688727-8084018754291927496?l=lotsacandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/feeds/8084018754291927496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462854105255688727&amp;postID=8084018754291927496' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/8084018754291927496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/8084018754291927496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/2007/05/funnny-story-i-dunnno-why-i-laughed.html' title='funnny story! I dunnno why i laughed!'/><author><name>xxx Candy xxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905463790363178417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://socialitelife.com/images/Angelina%20Jolie%20206.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RjeN9KX96rI/AAAAAAAAAFk/thXNODrg8to/s72-c/73565737.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462854105255688727.post-3957194676979320209</id><published>2007-04-29T11:39:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T00:00:31.087+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexy Songs...'/><title type='text'>A great song for crazyyy stripping!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melanie C - I want candy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Oh la la they're singing about me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ISlAMQurClA"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ISlAMQurClA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I know a girl who's tough but sweet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;She's so fine she can't be beat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;She's got everything that I desire...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;She sets the summer sun on fire...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I want candy! I want candy! I want candy! I want candy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Go to see her when the sun goes down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;There ain't no finer girl in town!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You're my girl, what the doctor ordered a drinka so sweet, you make my mouth water...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Candy on the beach there's nothing better...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but I like candy when it's wrapped in leather...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And someday soon I'll make her mine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And then I'll have candy all the time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I want candy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462854105255688727-3957194676979320209?l=lotsacandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/feeds/3957194676979320209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462854105255688727&amp;postID=3957194676979320209' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/3957194676979320209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/3957194676979320209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/2007/04/great-song-for-stripping.html' title='A great song for crazyyy stripping!'/><author><name>xxx Candy xxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905463790363178417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://socialitelife.com/images/Angelina%20Jolie%20206.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462854105255688727.post-8883771317808009181</id><published>2007-04-25T17:49:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T15:15:16.558+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SEX'/><title type='text'>Flashbacks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/Ri9vnqX96pI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ReHpMOrXKkQ/s1600-h/AB02287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057383633740753554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/Ri9vnqX96pI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ReHpMOrXKkQ/s200/AB02287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Trembling, I licked the dryness of my lips… His hand brushed mine... My lips parted as he leaned to kiss me...he pushed me on the bed...My trembling arms encircled his neck as his lips crushed mine… I whimpered… His hands were now beneath the robe, He breathed into my ear and said "you're soo beautiful", caressing my heaving breasts… My nipples were standing out like spikes as he was pressing his body against mine, his long hardness throbbing against my thighs... I gasped for more air... His body was on flames…I couldn't stand it anymore… I wanted him soo bad but didn't want to spoil the moment and decided to tease him even more! Fuck Foreplay I want him in me…lifting my leg up he brushed himself against me and teased me…it felt insanely delicious… My legs were shaking, my breasts heaving in desire. My slender body seemed particularly small and vulnerable against his large and muscular body… His fingers stroked my long hair, his lips tracing a sensuous path down my neck to the fullness of my breasts…He looked me straight to the eyes and suddenly stopped caressing me and excused himself to switch on some soothing music and poured me some red wine…I didn't want wine…I felt like drinking something stronger…maybe I could just black out and forget the burning and killing desire in my body…he came back took off my robe and poured the wine all over my burning body it was felt like I was suddenly cured from my insanity and stupid horniness... I suddenly slapped him, wore my clothes on and slammed the door behind me and headed to a place I wasn't familiar to…it looked like a chateau with a forest full of rabbits and suddenly I woke up and realized that it was just a fucking sick wet dream! Looked around me and found my red robe clinging to the arm chair...looked at the blazing alarm clock next to me...and it was only 5 a.m...So I went back to sleep wishing that I could dream of him again… But this time i'll fuck his brains out and make him regret teasing me and making me want him soo bad!&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/7462854105255688727-8883771317808009181?l=lotsacandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/feeds/8883771317808009181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462854105255688727&amp;postID=8883771317808009181' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/8883771317808009181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/8883771317808009181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/2007/04/flashbacks.html' title='Flashbacks'/><author><name>xxx Candy xxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905463790363178417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://socialitelife.com/images/Angelina%20Jolie%20206.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/Ri9vnqX96pI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ReHpMOrXKkQ/s72-c/AB02287.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462854105255688727.post-7125064182998309603</id><published>2007-04-24T17:54:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T17:22:48.710+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/Rjc_FKX96qI/AAAAAAAAAFc/wxmASGEgM9k/s1600-h/71094431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059582064290818722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/Rjc_FKX96qI/AAAAAAAAAFc/wxmASGEgM9k/s200/71094431.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Slept in bed beside you? moody...&lt;br /&gt;2. Saw you cry: My sis...cried &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; there's someone I missed and wanted to see but couldn't...&lt;br /&gt;3. Went to the movies with you? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Amoosha&lt;/span&gt; and moody…shit long &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt; time since I been to the movies!&lt;br /&gt;4. You went to the mall with? 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;amood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You went to dinner with? Friends&lt;br /&gt;6. You talked on the phone? Moody&lt;br /&gt;7. Said 'I love you' to you and really meant it? I cant say…it’s a secret…plus don’t wanna get myself into shit..in many ways…o-k…I think I’ll shut up now!&lt;br /&gt;8. Broke your heart? O&lt;br /&gt;9. Made you laugh? My sis...we were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;watchin&lt;/span&gt; this movie about an old lady who was jealous of some young sexy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;grl&lt;/span&gt; and told on her about the affair she had with a 15 yr old dude...reminded us of my sister's mother-in-law ... She was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt; hilarious! The way she used to stare at boobs and legs in the movie! Long time since I laughed that hard! I enjoy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;laughin&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;phsycoz&lt;/span&gt; and freaks..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOULD YOU RATHER?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pierce your nose or tongue? nose...from what I've heard piercing yer tongue hurts like hell...&lt;br /&gt;2. Be serious or be funny? I am funny! ;p&lt;br /&gt;3. Drink whole or skim milk? FULL CREAM baby!I need that fat for ma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;boobz&lt;/span&gt; and booty!&lt;br /&gt;4. Die in a fire or drown? … neither!&lt;br /&gt;5. Spend time with your parents or enemies? Parents of course even though they can be enemies sometimes…who the fuck wants to “spend time” with their enemies?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DO YOU PREFER. .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Flowers or candy? Flowers &amp; Candies!&lt;br /&gt;2. Grey or black? Black&lt;br /&gt;3. Color or Black and white photos? Color… I LOVE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;colorz&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;4. Lust or love? Love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; it leads to lust...&lt;br /&gt;5. Sunrise or sunset? Sunset after tanning for 2 hours is the best!&lt;br /&gt;6. M&amp;amp;Ms or Skittles? Both&lt;br /&gt;7. Staying up late or waking up early? Staying up late...am more of a night person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. Do you like anyone? Yes&lt;br /&gt;2. Do they know it? I think they do…come on if they don’t then they gotta be the dumbest person ever! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DO YOU PREFER...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;1. Sun or moon? Sun&lt;br /&gt;2. Winter or Fall? Fall&lt;br /&gt;3. Left or right? Right&lt;br /&gt;4. 10 acquaintances or having two best friends? 2 Best friends...the more girls around the more jealousy and gossips! I like to stay away from girls &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; you never know when they'll stab you in the back...I also prefer guy friends &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; guys are more loyal in friendships...&lt;br /&gt;5. Sun or rain? BOTH...there's 2 things I love most: sunny weather with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; wind &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;hittin&lt;/span&gt; ma back and RAIN is the weather of universal banging in da car...&lt;br /&gt;6. Vanilla ice cream or chocolate ice cream? chocolate&lt;br /&gt;7. Vodka or whisky? Vodka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What time is it? 3:31 pm&lt;br /&gt;2. Name:Candy&lt;br /&gt;3. Nickname: Candy cane, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;sugaa&lt;/span&gt;, sunshine&lt;br /&gt;4. Where were you born? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Abu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Dhabi&lt;/span&gt;, U.A.E&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;birth date&lt;/span&gt;? April. 21, 1984. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;What do you want? I want way too many things (in life) … its infinite! Some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; say that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; way too ambitious…my response: “Go get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;urself&lt;/span&gt; a goal in life or better yet A LIFE!”&lt;br /&gt;7. Where do you want to live? L.A., NYC, Brazil, Spain, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Dxb&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;8. How many kids do you want? 2 max...I don't want to loose my identity and be just a mom running around like a mad women after kids..&lt;br /&gt;9. What would you want to name a girl? I've always liked the name Laura and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Layal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What would you want to name a boy? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Khalifa&lt;/span&gt; or 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;alal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;11. You want to get married? I don't believe in marriage...but maybe if I found a guy who is worth the sacrifice and who treats me like a princess why not?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UNIQUE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Nervous Habits: Playing with my hair…&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;continuously&lt;/span&gt; shaking my leg...&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you double jointed? No&lt;br /&gt;3. Can you roll your tongue? Yes&lt;br /&gt;4. Can you raise one eyebrow? Yes&lt;br /&gt;5. Can you cross your eyes? Yes&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you make your bed daily? Yes&lt;br /&gt;8. Which shoe goes on first? Right&lt;br /&gt;9. Ever thrown one at someone? Yes many times when I can't find anything else next to me&lt;br /&gt;10. On the average, how much money do you carry on you? Depends if am going out on a date I just carry whatever I have in my purse just in case we get into a fight and I leave in a cab...If am going shopping at least 1,000 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Dhs&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;11. What jewelry do you wear everyday? necklace or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;earrings&lt;/span&gt; rarely both...I like simplicity..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OTHER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you twirl your spaghetti or cut it? Twirl &amp; cut&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you ever eaten Spam? Yes&lt;br /&gt;3. Favorite ice cream: Strawberry cheesecake!&lt;br /&gt;4. How many kinds of cereal are in your cabinet? Around 2&lt;br /&gt;5. What's your favorite beverage? Coke&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you cook? Yes when am in a good mood I cook pasta (pine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;arabiata&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;&lt;a class="yschttl" href="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0oGkxs7KDdGgSkBNHVXNyoA;_ylu=X3oDMTE3cnMwZTNnBGNvbG8DdwRsA1dTMQRwb3MDMgRzZWMDc3IEdnRpZANERkQ1XzEyMg--/SIG=12frj0hlg/EXP=1178106299/**http%3a//homecooking.about.com/library/archive/blparmesan.htm"&gt;Parmesan Cheese &lt;/a&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/7462854105255688727-7125064182998309603?l=lotsacandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/feeds/7125064182998309603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462854105255688727&amp;postID=7125064182998309603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/7125064182998309603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/7125064182998309603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/2007/04/who-was-last-person-1.html' title=''/><author><name>xxx Candy xxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905463790363178417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://socialitelife.com/images/Angelina%20Jolie%20206.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/Rjc_FKX96qI/AAAAAAAAAFc/wxmASGEgM9k/s72-c/71094431.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462854105255688727.post-7926789364145698028</id><published>2007-04-24T17:20:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T15:15:59.170+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FUN'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/Ri4G4JuIYKI/AAAAAAAAAFM/q0e0vRSny34/s1600-h/200474536-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056986993335492770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/Ri4G4JuIYKI/AAAAAAAAAFM/q0e0vRSny34/s200/200474536-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I ran shirtless with a homeless guy Because I'm Sexy as Hell!! what about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;pick the month you were born in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1 - I ate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2 - I killed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;3 - I ran naked with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;4 - I ran shirtless with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;5 - I needed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;6 - I smoked with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;7 - I banged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;8 - I raped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;9 - I slept with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;10 - I cuddled with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;11 - i stabbed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;12-I killed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pick the day (number) you were born on&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;01 - Paris Hilton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;02 - a dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;03 - a jew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;04 - a toothbrush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;05 - Santa Claus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;06 - a homo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;07 - your mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;08 - a prostitute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;09 - a pornstar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;10 -a bag of weed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;11 - the trojan man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;12 - the kool-aid man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;13 - a cat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;14 - a whore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;15 - Ur grandma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;16 - a stripper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;17 - a bisexual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;18 - a horse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;19 - an orange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;20 - 21 - a homeless guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;22 - a condom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;23 - you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;24 - my ex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;25 - a jar of honey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;26 - a lesbian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;27 -a bowl of cereal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;28 - a french fry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;29 - your dealer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;30 -a glass of milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;31 - a crackhead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pick the color of shirt you are wearing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White - Because thats how i roll&lt;br /&gt;Black - because im sexy as hell&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Because the lil people told me to&lt;br /&gt;Red - because I have AMAZING boobs&lt;br /&gt;Blue - because I'm a pimp and your jealous&lt;br /&gt;Polka Dots - because I hate my life&lt;br /&gt;Purple - because I'm gay&lt;br /&gt;Gray - because DRUGS DO EFFECT ME&lt;br /&gt;Other - because I have double D's&lt;br /&gt;Green - because I'm beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Orange - because I smoke crack&lt;br /&gt;Turqoise - because I have a noodle in my nose&lt;br /&gt;Brown - because i had to&lt;br /&gt;Shirtless - because I've got abs&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/7462854105255688727-7926789364145698028?l=lotsacandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/feeds/7926789364145698028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462854105255688727&amp;postID=7926789364145698028' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/7926789364145698028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/7926789364145698028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-ran-shirtless-with-homeless-guy.html' title=''/><author><name>xxx Candy xxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905463790363178417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://socialitelife.com/images/Angelina%20Jolie%20206.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/Ri4G4JuIYKI/AAAAAAAAAFM/q0e0vRSny34/s72-c/200474536-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462854105255688727.post-7658488603787745180</id><published>2007-04-23T20:41:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T15:16:35.370+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SEX'/><title type='text'>Why Men Shave</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HwZzrI7jbxQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HwZzrI7jbxQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462854105255688727-7658488603787745180?l=lotsacandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/feeds/7658488603787745180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462854105255688727&amp;postID=7658488603787745180' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/7658488603787745180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/7658488603787745180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/2007/04/why-men-should-shave.html' title='Why Men Shave'/><author><name>xxx Candy xxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905463790363178417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://socialitelife.com/images/Angelina%20Jolie%20206.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462854105255688727.post-8269456930905103819</id><published>2007-04-21T23:03:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T15:17:24.985+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pics'/><title type='text'>Some of my birthday pics...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055965224910741634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RipllZuIYII/AAAAAAAAAE8/xYbb2YprtCE/s200/2007_04210053.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Some goood red wine for relaxing....&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RipllZuIYJI/AAAAAAAAAFE/GpVuMEG5_X0/s1600-h/2007_04210036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055965224910741650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RipllZuIYJI/AAAAAAAAAFE/GpVuMEG5_X0/s200/2007_04210036.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My friend amoosha da sexiest babe in town...and ME on the screeen :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RipjfJuIYCI/AAAAAAAAAEM/x3gB3FAbpeY/s1600-h/2007_04210025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055962918513303586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RipjfJuIYCI/AAAAAAAAAEM/x3gB3FAbpeY/s200/2007_04210025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; WE gnna sip baccardi coz it's maa birthday...I just love ma name!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055965220615774322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RipllJuIYHI/AAAAAAAAAE0/YYGMvhg8lFg/s200/2007_04210048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My sis snugglin up with her new bf...they looked sooo cute together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RipjfJuIYDI/AAAAAAAAAEU/WiLGhRSQ7DI/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055962918513303602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RipjfJuIYDI/AAAAAAAAAEU/WiLGhRSQ7DI/s200/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me chillin with moody...I look evil in this pic : s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RipjfZuIYEI/AAAAAAAAAEc/60RUBLoQfsk/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055962922808270914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RipjfZuIYEI/AAAAAAAAAEc/60RUBLoQfsk/s200/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My new hair do....now that I went semi blonde I wanna go back to being a brunette again : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RipjfZuIYFI/AAAAAAAAAEk/23Qy0E87nww/s1600-h/77.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055962922808270930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RipjfZuIYFI/AAAAAAAAAEk/23Qy0E87nww/s200/77.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chillin out again...it's been a lonngg time since I snuggled up in a cozy couch with someone....It made me feel safe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RipjfpuIYGI/AAAAAAAAAEs/OhFWhIFyLlU/s1600-h/2007_04210039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055962927103238242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RipjfpuIYGI/AAAAAAAAAEs/OhFWhIFyLlU/s200/2007_04210039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Am not gnna tell you what I wished for : p well I just made a quick wish before the candles melt...WORLD PEACE, Happiness and to find real unconditional true love...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462854105255688727-8269456930905103819?l=lotsacandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/feeds/8269456930905103819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462854105255688727&amp;postID=8269456930905103819' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/8269456930905103819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/8269456930905103819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/2007/04/some-of-my-birthday-pics.html' title='Some of my birthday pics...'/><author><name>xxx Candy xxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905463790363178417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://socialitelife.com/images/Angelina%20Jolie%20206.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RipllZuIYII/AAAAAAAAAE8/xYbb2YprtCE/s72-c/2007_04210053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462854105255688727.post-2967220136838083358</id><published>2007-04-20T00:19:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T15:18:16.462+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME...'/><title type='text'>What Does Your Birthdate mean?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RifQsZuIYBI/AAAAAAAAAEE/iwDhSAoxVpg/s1600-h/200159661-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055238567983865874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RifQsZuIYBI/AAAAAAAAAEE/iwDhSAoxVpg/s200/200159661-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moi: April 21 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'am a restless rebel with an unpredictable nature. OH YEAH BABY! I like to be unpredictable and mysterious...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bright but unbridled, I tend to seek out wild experiences over new ideas.(tell me about it!)People are frustrated by my great potential, but I love my unconventional life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'am a heartbreaker. People get attached to me, and then I'am gone! I hate guys who call 24/7 and become soo clingy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strength: My thirst for adventure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weakness: Not taking time for slow pleasures... When I want something soo bad I want to have it QUICK! Which is why I like quickies :p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Power color: Hot pink&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Power symbol: Figure seven&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Power month: March&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find out what your birthdate means :&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462854105255688727-2967220136838083358?l=lotsacandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/feeds/2967220136838083358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462854105255688727&amp;postID=2967220136838083358' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/2967220136838083358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/2967220136838083358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-does-your-birthdate-mean.html' title='What Does Your Birthdate mean?'/><author><name>xxx Candy xxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905463790363178417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://socialitelife.com/images/Angelina%20Jolie%20206.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RifQsZuIYBI/AAAAAAAAAEE/iwDhSAoxVpg/s72-c/200159661-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462854105255688727.post-4633648071781757796</id><published>2007-04-17T17:55:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T15:18:59.778+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><title type='text'>Wasted...</title><content type='html'>Standing at the back door&lt;br /&gt;She tried to make it fast&lt;br /&gt;One tear hit the hard wood&lt;br /&gt;It felt like broken glass&lt;br /&gt;She said sometimes love slips away&lt;br /&gt;And you just can't get it back&lt;br /&gt;Let's face it&lt;br /&gt;For once this second&lt;br /&gt;She almost turned around&lt;br /&gt;But that would be like pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;Back into a cloud&lt;br /&gt;So she took another step and said I see the way out and I'm gonna' take it&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna' spend my life jaded&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to wake up one day and find That I've let all these years go by Wasted&lt;br /&gt;Another glass of whisky and it still don't kill the pain&lt;br /&gt;So he stumbles to the sink and pours it down the drain&lt;br /&gt;He says it's time to be a man and stop living for yesterday Face it.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to wake up one day and find That I've let all these years go by&lt;br /&gt;Wasted Oh I don't wanna' keep on wishing, missing&lt;br /&gt;But still every morning' the color of the night&lt;br /&gt;I ain't spending no more time Wasted&lt;br /&gt;She kept drivin' along Till the moon and the sun were floating side-by-side&lt;br /&gt;He looked in the mirror and his eyes were clear&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eSMV3g-iBWU"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eSMV3g-iBWU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462854105255688727-4633648071781757796?l=lotsacandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/feeds/4633648071781757796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462854105255688727&amp;postID=4633648071781757796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/4633648071781757796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/4633648071781757796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/2007/04/wasted.html' title='Wasted...'/><author><name>xxx Candy xxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905463790363178417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://socialitelife.com/images/Angelina%20Jolie%20206.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462854105255688727.post-4426375220295258283</id><published>2007-04-16T22:33:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T15:20:16.292+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RiPCRf4UDvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/3uxOWNe-3GQ/s1600-h/200337335-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054096812711087858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RiPCRf4UDvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/3uxOWNe-3GQ/s200/200337335-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Seems like it was yesterday when I saw your face...&lt;br /&gt;You told me how proud you were, but I walked away...&lt;br /&gt;If only I knew what I know today&lt;br /&gt;I would hold you in my arms...&lt;br /&gt;I would take the pain away...&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all you've done...&lt;br /&gt;Forgive all your mistakes...&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I wouldn't do to hear your voice again...&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wanna call you...&lt;br /&gt;But I know you won't be there...&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for blaming you...&lt;br /&gt;For everything I just couldn't do...&lt;br /&gt;And I've hurt myself by hurting you...&lt;br /&gt;Some days I feel broke inside but I won't admit...&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just wanna hide 'cause it's you I miss...&lt;br /&gt;And it's so hard to say goodbye...&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to this...&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell me I was wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Would you help me understand?&lt;br /&gt;Are you looking down upon me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Are you proud of who I am?&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I wouldn't do to have just one more chance...&lt;br /&gt;To look into your eyes and see you looking back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462854105255688727-4426375220295258283?l=lotsacandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/feeds/4426375220295258283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462854105255688727&amp;postID=4426375220295258283' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/4426375220295258283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/4426375220295258283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/2007/04/prison-gates-wont-open-up-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>xxx Candy xxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905463790363178417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://socialitelife.com/images/Angelina%20Jolie%20206.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RiPCRf4UDvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/3uxOWNe-3GQ/s72-c/200337335-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462854105255688727.post-6932667786404700683</id><published>2007-04-16T20:57:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T15:21:18.018+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SEX'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RiO8o_4UDuI/AAAAAAAAADs/-7ainSQj3Hg/s1600-h/6137-000225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054090619368247010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RiO8o_4UDuI/AAAAAAAAADs/-7ainSQj3Hg/s200/6137-000225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;The Secret Health Benefits of Sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Many people simply enjoy a healthy sex life because sex is pleasurable. Now there's another reason to stay under the sheets; there are substantial health benefits of sex. Enjoying a rigorous romp can do wonders for everyone both physically and psychologically. Now, men everywhere can tell their ladies that sex is not only for fun, but, since there are health benefits of sex, their lives may depend on it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The following are six different reasons why sex and sexual activity may help you live a longer, happier life due to the health benefits of sex:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;1. Sex can cure headaches!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All those times that you were told, "Not tonight honey, I have a headache," all you had to do was inform your woman that one of the health benefits of sex is its ability to act as a pain reliever. The hormone &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oxytocin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;(a nine amino acid peptide that is synthesized in hypothalamic neurons and transported down axons of the posterior pituitary for secretion into blood) secretes within your body whenever you engage in sexual activity.&lt;br /&gt;Because of this secretion, endorphins (hormone-like chemicals that bear a close functional resemblance to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MORPHINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) are released. When a person is aroused or excited, oxytocin levels not only begin to increase, they are the reason that orgasms come about. Studies have shown that a rise in oxytocin levels can &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;relieve pain; everything from headaches, cramps and overall body aches can be diminished with a simple roll in the hay&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;2. Reduce stress, sleep well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A recent survey revealed that people who have more sex reported that they&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;felt more at ease, happier and learned how to handle stress better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; So perhaps the term "sexual frustration" is not too far from the truth.&lt;br /&gt;After an orgasm, an intense wave of calm and relaxation overcomes humans (&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;that's why men usually fall asleep&lt;/span&gt; : p) and it's a time when people can truly liberate themselves and let go. Plenty of people who enjoy a regular dose of sex convey that they sleep much better during the night and feel alive and refreshed throughout the day. So, one of the health benefits of sex is a better nights sleep, which allows you to handle day-to-day stress much more efficiently.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;3.Increase blood flow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It goes without saying that when we get aroused our blood starts to pump at a quicker rate and, thus, blood flow to our brain increases. Both an increased heart rate and more blood pumping through the brain result in better performance (in and out of the bedroom).&lt;br /&gt;What this ultimately means is that the fresh supply of blood pumping through your body provides the organs with a healthy dose of oxygen and rids the body of old and wasteful products. So, another health benefit of sex is a cleansed system. Treat your temple right with the help of a little excitement.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;4. Body maintenance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;One of the health benefits of sex is that it helps to keep you fit and it can keep you in constant awareness of your body image. Everyone likes to know that they have a nice physique and continually being naked in front of another person can be somewhat of a good incentive to stay in shape. And of course don't forget strip teasing each other : p&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, sex burns off 150 calories every half hour. Although the average couple engages in sex for approximately 25 minutes a session only three times a week, it still accounts for 450 calories that are better taken off than put on.&lt;br /&gt;If you're more active than average, then that will only make things more beneficial for you and that lucky gal. A health benefit of sex, particularly a rigorous hour of sex, is that it may burn even more than 300 calories depending on how rigorous you get.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;5. Fountain of youth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Although the orgasm is sometimes referred to as the "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;little death&lt;/span&gt;" having at least two orgasms a week can increase your life span. Every time you reach orgasm, the hormone DHEA (Dehydroepiandrosterone) increases in response to sexual excitement and ejaculation. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;DHEA can boost your immune system, repair tissue, improve cognition, keep skin healthy, and even work as an antidepressant. Therefore, a health benefit of sex if you keep the orgasms coming, is potentially a longer life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;6. More hormones are good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Both testosterone and estrogen levels experience a boost through regular sexual activity. Testosterone does more than just boost your sex drive, it helps fortify bones and muscles, and it keeps your heart in good working condition as well.&lt;br /&gt;In women, sex increases the levels of estrogen, which protects against heart disease. Ever wonder why women love the touchy, feely stuff so much? It's because of their rise in estrogen levels. This hormone also plays a huge role in a woman's body scent. While estrogen makes women sentimental, a rise in their testosterone levels is what makes them desire penetration.&lt;br /&gt;Men also produce estrogen and as they age, their estrogen levels increase while their testosterone levels drop. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This reversal often results in men becoming somewhat calmer as they get on in years (the younger your guy is the wilder he is : p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462854105255688727-6932667786404700683?l=lotsacandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/feeds/6932667786404700683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462854105255688727&amp;postID=6932667786404700683' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/6932667786404700683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/6932667786404700683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/2007/04/secret-health-benefits-of-sex-many.html' title=''/><author><name>xxx Candy xxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905463790363178417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://socialitelife.com/images/Angelina%20Jolie%20206.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RiO8o_4UDuI/AAAAAAAAADs/-7ainSQj3Hg/s72-c/6137-000225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462854105255688727.post-1448269125496106116</id><published>2007-04-16T00:19:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T15:22:51.777+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SEX'/><title type='text'>One night stands....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WB16_xlA600"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WB16_xlA600" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462854105255688727-1448269125496106116?l=lotsacandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/feeds/1448269125496106116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462854105255688727&amp;postID=1448269125496106116' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/1448269125496106116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/1448269125496106116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/2007/04/one-night-stands.html' title='One night stands....'/><author><name>xxx Candy xxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905463790363178417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://socialitelife.com/images/Angelina%20Jolie%20206.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462854105255688727.post-1426923680059935681</id><published>2007-04-11T22:15:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T15:21:52.487+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SEX and Cheating'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/Rh04Lf4UDtI/AAAAAAAAADk/DtDBKbBh8DI/s1600-h/6137-001030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052256127166975698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/Rh04Lf4UDtI/AAAAAAAAADk/DtDBKbBh8DI/s200/6137-001030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;Can Cheaters Change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Today I was hanging out with my friends cruising around in the car, talking about relationships and why most men in our country end up with prostitutes...Don't get me wrong, there are faithful men and women out here...but they're &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;verrrry&lt;/span&gt; rare...and most local girls here are just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; damn materialistic and would do anything for money even if it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sellling&lt;/span&gt; their body... It's sad I know...some do it for pleasure and to meet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;VIP's&lt;/span&gt;, others just to get laid with any man because they're desperate...I just think it's just sick that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of our girls became like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, so we were talking about infidelity and how men are just like animals...wanting to satisfy themselves and just get on with it...so they turn to pay girls...I asked many of my friends why they do it? &lt;em&gt;"Don't you feel cheap? I mean what if she gives you a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;blow job&lt;/span&gt; and you end up getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;STDs&lt;/span&gt; from her?"&lt;/em&gt;Some enjoy it because there are &lt;strong&gt;no strings attached&lt;/strong&gt;...they don't have to open up to them and express whats going on in their minds from feelings, memories, how much they loved &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ex's&lt;/span&gt; BLAH BLAH BLAH...others just got sick of relationships and the girls they meet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt;' lets face it...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;alota&lt;/span&gt; girls girls here &lt;strong&gt;WANT MARRIAGE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; BAD&lt;/strong&gt;...they nag 24/7 "'When are we getting married?" "Where is this relationship going?" and many other questions....If I was a guy I would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; SHOOT MYSELF! It is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; annoying and I don't blame guys for dumping those poor pathetic girls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I came across an article before signing into my blog...It was about whether cheaters can change? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;...So I have to admit I did cheat a few of times...and yes! i felt guilty about it...but I always believe that "what goes around comes around" and the reason I do it is whenever I have a gut feeling that a guy is CHEATING on me...Don't ask me HOW :s I just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;feeel&lt;/span&gt; it...so i go cheat and then a month or so later...I find out that he's been cheating from the start...So when the minute I find out...I just SMILE :D why? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt;' I feel relieved that I haven't done anything wrong and that HE DESERVES IT...But I think now that I met someone special...I'm about to change...I really hope that this relationship lasts and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;reallyy&lt;/span&gt; really hope neither of us would cheat on each other...He's really special, very sweet, and has the best sense of humour I've ever seen in my life...he makes me laugh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; hard I once almost peed in my pants! I've always thought that because &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I fell in love 3 times and heartbroken 3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt; times&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, that I will never fall in love again...But &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;c'est&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;laaa&lt;/span&gt; VIE&lt;/strong&gt;! My heart is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;gayyy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;gayy&lt;/span&gt; that I easily fall in love...and out of love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; god damn easily that I sometimes think it's maybe because i have a heart of a man or maybe it's&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; because&lt;/span&gt; I date like men...I' m always not serious about my date and always break their hearts...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;THAts&lt;/span&gt; me! I hate it but it's just in me...I can't help it...I feel bad for them...but hey! someone had to teach them a lesson...What goes around coomeses around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets have a look at what the statistics say about CHEATING *EVIL* BUT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;EXISTS&lt;/span&gt; IN THIS FUCKING GAY WORLD: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;60 percent of men say that even having drinks with an old flame is cheating...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Oh really? So guys are allowed to meet up with their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;ex's&lt;/span&gt; and talk but we're not allowed to have drinks with our old flames?! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt; is wrong with you guys?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;50 percent of men say visiting strip clubs is cheating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;agreeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;60% of married men and women in the U.S cheat on their spouses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I think the percentage is fucking higher here in the U.A.E...maybe 90%!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;All women say emotional betrayal is worse than physical betrayal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...I totally agree! I would rather know that my man just had a one night stand (with condoms of course) than having a love affair without having sex with her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The average woman says that the No. 1 reason for divorce is infidelity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;We'd all like to think that people can &lt;strong&gt;make changes, learn to compromise, and make their relationship stronger&lt;/strong&gt;. Unromantic men can learn to buy a card every once in a while; &lt;strong&gt;women who nag can learn to stop themselves &lt;/strong&gt;at least a few times they see toothpaste in the sink, or whatever it is. But those are small changes. The big changes -- the changes that can make or break a relationship -- are the ones most of us are really concerned about. And perhaps the biggest question of all -- when you consider that 25 percent of men admit to cheating in relationships and about 15 percent of women do(MOST DON'T ADMIT) -- is this: &lt;em&gt;Can cheaters change? Is cheating an inherent personality trait or a controllable behavioral one? Can a guy -- or gal -- who strays learn to be a house cat?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Can Cheaters Change? Not a chance!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Once someone crosses the line in the relationship , &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's like a seal being broken on a pill bottle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Though some of it may depend on whether it was a drunken fling or an ongoing stealth hookup with someone at work, the fact is that once that &lt;strong&gt;trust is compromised&lt;/strong&gt;, the of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;fender will have a hard time resetting the relationship to its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;startup&lt;/span&gt; condition. Even if the victim accepts the offender back into the relationship, the offender will be likely to stray again because he knows he's already gotten away with it once. The bigger picture, really, is the fact that he (we'll assume the cheater is a he; sorry, guys) cheated for a reason -- that something in his current relationship -- for example, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;one study showed that couples with infidelity issues showed greater dishonesty, arguments about trust, narcissism, and time spent apart -- made him explore other options. And that's ultimately what makes him prone to do it again. But...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Can Cheaters Change? Absolutely!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because someone has cheated in one relationship doesn't mean that he's always a cheater in his next relationships -- for the very same reason. In the relationship where he cheated, he was willing to gamble it away. So if he enters a committed relationship where he feels there's much more to lose, there's a less likely chance he'll want to risk it. Does that mean he won't, or that he couldn't succumb to the temptations of the tight-topped bartender? Of course not. Cheating certainly can make some relationships impossible to continue, but some infidels can indeed change -- that is, if he hopes to make other relationships even remotely possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So what do you guys think? CAN &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;CHEATERs&lt;/span&gt; CHANGE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&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/7462854105255688727-1426923680059935681?l=lotsacandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/feeds/1426923680059935681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462854105255688727&amp;postID=1426923680059935681' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/1426923680059935681'/><link rel='self' 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style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lost-In-Translation: how to understand what your man is trying to tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Guys are complicated but once you understand those creatures you'll see them like confused dogs...seriously coz they are...they think about when they can get fresh meat and get laid : p jk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets say you guys are &lt;strong&gt;dating &lt;/strong&gt;and he says: So maybe we could get together or something?&lt;br /&gt;He means: I think you're really hot and want to ask you out, but I'm too chicken to say so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says: Nothing about seeing you again&lt;br /&gt;He means: His mojo wasn't rising&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says: You're a really good person&lt;br /&gt;He means: You'll never see him again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says: Let's be friends&lt;br /&gt;He means: You're not my type, but could you set me up with your hot friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says: I'll call you&lt;br /&gt;He means: I really mean to call but I'm scared you'll say yes, we'll go out and it will be a letdown. Or worse, what if it's not? Do I want to go through all the hassle of dating? Get married? Have kids? Aaahhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says: We're dating&lt;br /&gt;He means: We've spent at least five nights together, at least one of which has ended in sexual contact. But in no way are we exclusive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says: We're seeing each other&lt;br /&gt;He means: It's down to you and one other woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says: I think we should date exclusively&lt;br /&gt;He means: I'm scared that if I don't make things more permanent, you'll date someone else...selfish bastard! If you play around I'll do the same why date you exclusively?!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What He Says When He Wants Sex&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;He says: This is our third date, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Is it warm out or just me?&lt;br /&gt;What time do you go to work in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;You think it's true what they say about oysters?&lt;br /&gt;He means: I WANT SEX!!!! NOW!! Get in the back seat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says (in the middle of a great orgasm): I love you&lt;br /&gt;He means: I love that incredible thing you are doing with your finger/tongue/body right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says (immediately after making love): It'll be great to show you the house I grew up in (or anything else that smacks of the future) or is this the best orgasm you had?&lt;br /&gt;He means: Are you thinking about your ex and how much better he was than me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says: We haven't spoken for ages and I've been thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;He means: I haven't gotten laid in almost three months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says: I'm not looking to get serious&lt;br /&gt;He means: I just want a little nookie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says: How many guys have you been with?&lt;br /&gt;He means: I'm the best, right? Never tell him how many guys you slept with coz this freak will look down on you and think your a slut even if you only slept with one guy! why? Because he thinks you're lying and that you slept with more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What He Says When He's Serious&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;He says: I really like you&lt;br /&gt;He means: I think I am falling in love but if I say that word, there is no going back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says (in the middle of a date): It'll be great to show you the house I grew up in (or anything else that smacks of the future)&lt;br /&gt;He means: See Above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says: "Girlfriend"&lt;br /&gt;He means: You've made him breakfast, he fixed your car and his buddies aren't allowed to come on to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says: Nothing's wrong. I'm fine&lt;br /&gt;He means: God, I know you want to talk about my day and all my interrelationships with my colleagues and boss, but I am at home now and I just want to drink 10 beers, eat a large pizza and a bag of chips for dinner and zone out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says: Maybe we need to slow down&lt;br /&gt;He means: Maybe 'you' need to slow down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says: I don't know what I want&lt;br /&gt;He means: I don't want you...just dump him right away...coz you're just a brand new sex toy he wants to play with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says: I need some space&lt;br /&gt;He means: I'm about this close to dumping you but I haven't worked up the nerve yet...dump him...see how he'll run after you and if he didn't then he ain't worth it...don't waste your time with this loser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says: You're an amazing woman&lt;br /&gt;He means: You're an amazing woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says: I love you&lt;br /&gt;He means: You make me incredibly happy whenever we are together. I think you may be "The One".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top Lies He'll Tell You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Be wary, if he says any of the following to you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;But I tried to call ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sorry baby I couldn't call you all day coz I had a meeting and then my dad was with me all night! *So did you fuck yer dad hard enough?*&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get the message&lt;br /&gt;I didn't notice what she looked like&lt;br /&gt;Sex isn't the most important thing&lt;br /&gt;I'll be careful&lt;br /&gt;We'll talk about it later&lt;br /&gt;I'm not mad&lt;br /&gt;I could fall in love with you in a minute (wait a minute and ask him how he feels now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You know your man really loves you if he:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Lets you drive his car (especially his new SUV)&lt;br /&gt;Assumes you're spending the weekend together&lt;br /&gt;Introduces you to his friends&lt;br /&gt;Stops wearing his "If you're not wasted, the day is" T-shirt, because he knows you hate it&lt;br /&gt;Calls for absolutely no reason&lt;br /&gt;Wants to talk after sex &lt;&lt;best&gt; best moment&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462854105255688727-3449132163331765813?l=lotsacandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/feeds/3449132163331765813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462854105255688727&amp;postID=3449132163331765813' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/3449132163331765813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/3449132163331765813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/2007/04/lost-in-translation-how-to-understand.html' title=''/><author><name>xxx Candy xxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905463790363178417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://socialitelife.com/images/Angelina%20Jolie%20206.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RhoOTpCBKyI/AAAAAAAAADE/ZqKXXLediSE/s72-c/200239981-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462854105255688727.post-7705006474781713707</id><published>2007-04-04T23:04:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T15:26:41.869+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dl7roxLa2Mg"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dl7roxLa2Mg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One of my favorite songs...I know its an old rock song from the 90's but it realllly reflects my mood right now...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I hate the world today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Your so good to me, I know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;But I cant change...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Tried to tell you but you looked at me like maybe Im an angel underneath...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Innocent and sweet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Yesterday I cried...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;You must have been relieved to see the softer side...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I can understand how youd be so confused...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I dont envy you...Im a little bit of everything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;All rolled into one...Im a bitch...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Im a lover...Im a child...Im a mother...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Im a sinner...Im a saint ...I do not feel ashamed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Im your hell...Im you dream...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Im nothing in between...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;You know you wouldnt want it any other way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;So take me as I am...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;This may mean youll have to be a stronger man...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Rest assured that when I start to make you nervous...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;And Im going to extremes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Tomorrow I will change...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;And today wont mean a thing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Just when you think you got me figured out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;The seasons already changin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I think its cool you do whatcha do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;And dont try to save me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Im a bitch...Im a tease...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Im a goddess on my knees...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;When youre hurt when you suffer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Im your angel undercover Ive been numb...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Im revived...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Cant say Im not alive...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;You know I wouldnt want it any other way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462854105255688727-7705006474781713707?l=lotsacandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://socialitelife.com/images/Angelina%20Jolie%20206.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462854105255688727.post-5470291814043256474</id><published>2007-04-03T12:54:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T12:56:29.344+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When a 3 year old is asked about monsters...She's sooo cute! I want a baby girl : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fk-1mla0LeU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fk-1mla0LeU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462854105255688727-5470291814043256474?l=lotsacandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/feeds/5470291814043256474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462854105255688727&amp;postID=5470291814043256474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/5470291814043256474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/5470291814043256474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/2007/04/when-3-year-old-is-asked-about-monsters.html' title=''/><author><name>xxx Candy xxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905463790363178417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://socialitelife.com/images/Angelina%20Jolie%20206.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462854105255688727.post-208306190656385863</id><published>2007-04-02T19:17:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T22:00:19.566+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beach...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RhEfFMVk_FI/AAAAAAAAACs/bLJeeXdwHg8/s1600-h/02042007089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048850831330573394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px" height="176" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RhEfFMVk_FI/AAAAAAAAACs/bLJeeXdwHg8/s200/02042007089.jpg" width="256" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THE BEACH DATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Woke up today at 10 a.m after a terrible dream...again I had the same dream which always has to do with getting lost in the middle of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;foreign&lt;/span&gt; place and falling off a cliff...So, i decided to take my mind off those annoying dreams by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; FUN...called my sis and friend and they said they're &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; to the island again...I didn't feel like it...So I wore my new golden bikini, jeans mini skirt and a white tank top and decided to go for the date I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;postponing&lt;/span&gt; for weeks...I didn't feel like dating at all lately...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Arrived at 11 a.m and the minute we left the car..the guy I was with, lets call him &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foot fetish guy, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;came behind me and just gave me this squeezy big hug I thought I was going to burst : s anyways, I thought it was just sweet untill I felt something that felt like a rock behind me...you can all guess what happened...I just ignored the whole incident and said the stupidest remark ever "Oh, Whats this hard thing behind me?" He just went quiet. Why did I have to say anything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The place was very packed and there were alota localz there staring into the wide space using thier radar powers to detect if there are any fuckable girls around...phsycoz pacing the long paths filled with tropical trees between the pool and beach following the lil girls around...Some kept on staring at me and giving me those wicked smiles even thought I was with a guy...thank god I wasn't alone...I would have been child molested if I was alone *blink blink* don't let the pics fool you I' am a petite girl with a small bone structure...people would think I' am a 12 year old if i wore girlish stuff...which I don't I want to look like a 22 year old hot babe : p I really pity all the old women I saw today with bright pink lipstick and flower power dresses...they just looked plain stupid...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Back to the date, it went fine and we had good laughs...I just love making fun of people with someone sarcastic : p he was fun untill I was about to leave the car..he asked me if it was ok if he could kiss my feet :/ I expected a passionate kiss on the lips. like the one we had earlier behind the tree..I felt offenended...not because he wanted to kiss my feet but because I think the only time a guy should kiss a girl's feet is when she means alot to him and when they're in a relationship...I explained to him that I don't want him to kiss my feet and that he should kiss his mother's feet not mine...he was upset and so I gave him a peck on the lips and left the car...After I went home I called him to thank him for taking me out and this is when he went ballistic on me : s and told me that he doesn't like it when he feels rejected and all...CEST LA VIE! shekly i won't date from now on : s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pics of my feet taken by the foot fetish guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RhFGzMVk_HI/AAAAAAAAAC8/l8qyytJPExo/s1600-h/02042007092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048894502558039154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RhFGzMVk_HI/AAAAAAAAAC8/l8qyytJPExo/s200/02042007092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RhFGy8Vk_GI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6WNN4yLcQSM/s1600-h/02042007091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048894498263071842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RhFGy8Vk_GI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6WNN4yLcQSM/s200/02042007091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462854105255688727-208306190656385863?l=lotsacandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/feeds/208306190656385863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462854105255688727&amp;postID=208306190656385863' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/208306190656385863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/208306190656385863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/2007/04/beach-date-woke-up-today-at-10.html' title=''/><author><name>xxx Candy xxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905463790363178417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://socialitelife.com/images/Angelina%20Jolie%20206.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RhEfFMVk_FI/AAAAAAAAACs/bLJeeXdwHg8/s72-c/02042007089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462854105255688727.post-6775735758134565753</id><published>2007-04-02T15:09:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T15:30:32.800+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phones...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;What Does Your Phone Say About You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I came across this interesting article today and wanted to share it with u guys...Which category do u fall under? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Motorola Magenta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;RAZR (had this one before):&lt;/span&gt; Fashion conscious, under 24, fun seekers, individualistic.The "It" girls must have phone.Celebrities who have one: Maria Sharapova, Paris Hilton, Denise Richards, Nicole Richie, Rachael Bilson, and Mischa Barton.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RhD1U8Vk_AI/AAAAAAAAACE/QH5cHoOpJXA/s1600-h/hughes-204428381-1175221013_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048804922425146370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RhD1U8Vk_AI/AAAAAAAAACE/QH5cHoOpJXA/s200/hughes-204428381-1175221013_thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Dolce &amp; Gabbana V3i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;RAZR (have this one now):&lt;/span&gt; Only 1,000 of these were made so this phone screams "I'm One of a Kind."Celebrities who have one: Sharon Stone, Hillary Duff, Reese Witherspoon...&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I tried to change my phone many times but I can't! I've been using it since july which makes it 10 months old..it's pretty ****ed up now..it freezes and sometimes the screen goes blank : s but I love it! sometimes when you love a thing you don't look at the negative side....What I love most about this phone is the COlor *aaah*...and the complicated menu (which makes it impossible for a jealous bf who uses nokia to figure out a way to check for missed calls) :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://f3.yahoofs.com/ymg/hughes/hughes-807837668-1175222062.jpg?ymvsgQ9CSt0EaA6L"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Chocolate LG Pink:&lt;/span&gt; Favorite with moms/stay-at-home parents, success driven, harmony seekers.Celebrities who have one: Rihanna, Mariah Carey, Jessica Alba, Snoop Dog, Hugh Hefner, Girls Next Door. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Sidekick 3:&lt;/span&gt; You can be exclusive and you like to have people wonder what you are doing at all times.Celebrities who have one: Hillary Duff, Paris Hilton, Lindsey Lohan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RhD1VMVk_CI/AAAAAAAAACU/1X4RAgjEHbA/s1600-h/hughes-92513186-1175220844_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048804926720113698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="155" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RhD1VMVk_CI/AAAAAAAAACU/1X4RAgjEHbA/s200/hughes-92513186-1175220844_thumb.jpg" width="118" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://f3.yahoofs.com/ymg/hughes/hughes-92513186-1175220844.jpg?ymtZgQ9CcZK.UZOQ"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Nokia:&lt;/span&gt; Family-minded, middle aged managers, balance seekers, health conscious.Celebrities who have one: Jennifer Lopez, Mary J. Blige&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sony Ericsson:&lt;/span&gt; Ambitious young men, professionals, success driven, individualisticCelebrities who have one: Robbie Williams, Helena ChristensenSamsung: Young women, career focused, success driven, fun seekersCelebrities who have one: Leonardo DiCaprio, Allison Janney&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RhD1VMVk_BI/AAAAAAAAACM/jWdZ5D1GyiI/s1600-h/hughes-567465825-1175221240_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048804926720113682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RhD1VMVk_BI/AAAAAAAAACM/jWdZ5D1GyiI/s200/hughes-567465825-1175221240_thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://f3.yahoofs.com/ymg/hughes/hughes-567465825-1175221240.jpg?ym5fgQ9CKMYbRAlI"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Blackberry:&lt;/span&gt; You are into all of the tech things and like new things. Carrying a PDA also means you may be demanding but only because you are a multi-tasker. You are extremely organized.Celebrities who have one: Jaime Fox, Britney Spears, Lauren Conrad, Jennifer Aniston, Jessica Simpson, Adrian Grenier, and Tina Fey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Treo:&lt;/span&gt; You are into all of the tech things and like new things. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RhD1VcVk_DI/AAAAAAAAACc/H5VFhCjcys4/s1600-h/hughes-807837668-1175222062_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048804931015081010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RhD1VcVk_DI/AAAAAAAAACc/H5VFhCjcys4/s200/hughes-807837668-1175222062_thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Carrying a PDA also means you may be demanding but only because you are a multi-tasker. You are extremely organized.Celebrities who have one: Mathew Broderick, Peter Gabriel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Could the stereotypes be true? What phone do you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462854105255688727-6775735758134565753?l=lotsacandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/feeds/6775735758134565753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462854105255688727&amp;postID=6775735758134565753' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/6775735758134565753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/6775735758134565753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-does-your-phone-say-about-you-i.html' title=''/><author><name>xxx Candy xxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905463790363178417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://socialitelife.com/images/Angelina%20Jolie%20206.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RhD1U8Vk_AI/AAAAAAAAACE/QH5cHoOpJXA/s72-c/hughes-204428381-1175221013_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462854105255688727.post-8527868481184474253</id><published>2007-04-01T21:03:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T15:30:17.162+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexy Songs...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Such an ADDICTIVE SONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OshvyRa6ua4"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OshvyRa6ua4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462854105255688727-8527868481184474253?l=lotsacandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/feeds/8527868481184474253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462854105255688727&amp;postID=8527868481184474253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/8527868481184474253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/8527868481184474253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/2007/04/such-addictive-song-jack-johnson-sexy.html' title=''/><author><name>xxx Candy xxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905463790363178417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://socialitelife.com/images/Angelina%20Jolie%20206.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462854105255688727.post-1846618708750074814</id><published>2007-04-01T14:16:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T15:25:18.609+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SEX'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Who is inside your body?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the people I know who think that I' am just a tease...&lt;br /&gt;Great trick to do on APril's foool....&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y7cd5wLp1vM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y7cd5wLp1vM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462854105255688727-1846618708750074814?l=lotsacandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/feeds/1846618708750074814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462854105255688727&amp;postID=1846618708750074814' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/1846618708750074814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/1846618708750074814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/2007/04/who-is-inside-your-body.html' title=''/><author><name>xxx Candy xxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905463790363178417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://socialitelife.com/images/Angelina%20Jolie%20206.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462854105255688727.post-4234735355996534735</id><published>2007-04-01T11:23:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T15:30:07.460+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assholeness'/><title type='text'>Are you a seflish ASSHOLE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/Rg9keMVk--I/AAAAAAAAAB0/SX4t1SzGzPM/s1600-h/200294987-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048364177176198114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/Rg9keMVk--I/AAAAAAAAAB0/SX4t1SzGzPM/s320/200294987-002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This weekend suckedddd! Went to the mall yesterday with ma sis and I was verrry sleepy...it was the first time ever for me to go out in a sleepy mode...so i didnt feel like talkin, shoppin, and didn't buy anythin! I made a promise to myself to never EVER go out when am in a sleepy mode or when am grumpy...Anyways, Woke up today with stiff neck &amp;amp; shoulders...hate it when it happenz...I wanted to call my cousin to give me a massage this grl is amazinnnn fel massage! lucky her husband he gets to be massaged everyday...But i changed ma mind coz 7aram she js had a baby like a month ago and she's outa town takin some time off...Some people just have those powerful hands that ease da pain after they give you a massage...am good in giving massages but i'd rather have someone massage me *selfish beyotochhhh* :p i know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so bored this morning so i decided to delete some unuseful links in my favorite links on my laptop and came across this link maybe you should check it out...It tests you whether yer an ASSHOLE *neyahahaha* my score was 15 or more: You sound like a full-blown certified asshole to me, get help immediately. But, please, don’t come to me for help, as I would rather not meet you! I enjoy being an ASSHOLE by makin idiots around me get nervous and can't look me in da eyes :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Test yerself and tell me about yer score:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://electricpulp.com/guykawasaki/arse/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;http://electricpulp.com/guykawasaki/arse/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&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/7462854105255688727-4234735355996534735?l=lotsacandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/feeds/4234735355996534735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462854105255688727&amp;postID=4234735355996534735' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/4234735355996534735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/4234735355996534735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/2007/04/are-you-seflish-asshole.html' title='Are you a seflish ASSHOLE?'/><author><name>xxx Candy xxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905463790363178417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://socialitelife.com/images/Angelina%20Jolie%20206.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/Rg9keMVk--I/AAAAAAAAAB0/SX4t1SzGzPM/s72-c/200294987-002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462854105255688727.post-4924229289397898169</id><published>2007-03-29T21:56:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T11:32:59.158+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dedicated to ma Apple Pie suwaidi and all ma fellow bloggers..umwaaaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WFckF5TJK6k"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WFckF5TJK6k" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462854105255688727-4924229289397898169?l=lotsacandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/feeds/4924229289397898169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462854105255688727&amp;postID=4924229289397898169' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/4924229289397898169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/4924229289397898169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/2007/03/dedicated-to-ma-apple-pie-suwaidi-and.html' title=''/><author><name>xxx Candy xxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905463790363178417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://socialitelife.com/images/Angelina%20Jolie%20206.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462854105255688727.post-6823064099875352984</id><published>2007-03-29T19:53:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T11:32:28.320+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pics'/><title type='text'>Some pics from da beach....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RgvhWcVk-3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/VrQrMd2ESkM/s1600-h/2007_03280060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047375583078841202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RgvhWcVk-3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/VrQrMd2ESkM/s320/2007_03280060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Oooops someone forgot their silicon boobz : p jk for the people out there whoz never seen a jellyfish before (like me) since it's da season of jellyfish mating, the beach was covered with jellyfish : (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RgvhWcVk-4I/AAAAAAAAABE/cjuDVHjAGLo/s1600-h/2007_03280066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047375583078841218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RgvhWcVk-4I/AAAAAAAAABE/cjuDVHjAGLo/s320/2007_03280066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;All da chocolate i had melted in da heat : s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RgvhWsVk-5I/AAAAAAAAABM/xLhdo5LsKkI/s1600-h/2007_03280094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047375587373808530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RgvhWsVk-5I/AAAAAAAAABM/xLhdo5LsKkI/s320/2007_03280094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;can't have enough of you babyyy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RgvhWsVk-6I/AAAAAAAAABU/LAcnuiqrVFM/s1600-h/2007_03280111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047375587373808546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RgvhWsVk-6I/AAAAAAAAABU/LAcnuiqrVFM/s320/2007_03280111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ma bikini top...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RgvhW8Vk-7I/AAAAAAAAABc/bBMTfAinYfY/s1600-h/454356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047375591668775858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RgvhW8Vk-7I/AAAAAAAAABc/bBMTfAinYfY/s320/454356.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;this was the first time i ever see a squid...used to enjoy eating fried calamari but now i don't think i can eat it nymore : s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462854105255688727-6823064099875352984?l=lotsacandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/feeds/6823064099875352984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462854105255688727&amp;postID=6823064099875352984' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/6823064099875352984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/6823064099875352984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/2007/03/some-pics-from-da-beach.html' title='Some pics from da beach....'/><author><name>xxx Candy xxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905463790363178417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://socialitelife.com/images/Angelina%20Jolie%20206.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RgvhWcVk-3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/VrQrMd2ESkM/s72-c/2007_03280060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462854105255688727.post-480344718680193686</id><published>2007-03-29T19:44:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T11:32:03.777+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RgvgvcVk-2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/H4gk0aBrsgM/s1600-h/2007_03280112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047374913063943010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RgvgvcVk-2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/H4gk0aBrsgM/s320/2007_03280112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;LOST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RgvgYcVk-xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WNl3uaC-evk/s1600-h/2007_03280112.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Am still tired from yesterday's island trip...in the beginning I wanted to go to the Hilton but my friend amosha and ma sister nagged me to go with them to this island thats 15 mins away from Abu Dhabi...woke up at 7a.m! yes i know early! But the earlier the better i said...so we went with Amosha's boyfriend and his friend...of course I made a nickname for each 5 mins after meeting them :p called Amosha's boyfriend sponge bob coz he had those happy eyez and big smile..lool maybe coz he was too high...he was skinny, had an innocent yet devlish face, big pink smile (i'll tell u why later) and had an iron board tummy; even if he was sitting with his back bent…his tummy looked FLAT! *mashalah*...his friend was really cute he looked alot like JOEY the guy from F.R.I.E.N.D's but he was more tanned...too bad he's married...I liked him, he showed me his kids pics :s it made me feel guilty…I dated a married guy before it made me feel so bad n guilty after seeing his wife's pics in his wallet…a7es she loved him soo much…honestly I don’t mind dating a married guy if he was separated emotionally and he's unhappy with his marriage and there's no love between him and his wife…there are alota men and women out there who are unhappy with their marriage but can't get divorced because they care a lot about their kids…it ain't easy trust me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to ma topic, we went and had breakfast first at this French café on the Corniche and I saw this half Lebanese half local guy who I've seen alota times before in the past two years…he was tall, fit had black medium length hair, luscious pink lips, never saw his eyez coz he always wears shades…the thing that shocked me most was that he's still with the same girl! She was not pretty at all…chubby with a post-tram belly, small eyes/lips, pale face&gt;&gt;she used to go every week to the beach n never ever get tanned and wasn't stylish @ all…I was wondering what did he see in her? Is love always blind? Is this real love or are they just close friends? Maybe she has a great personality? "Well you never know maybe she's his sister" my sister said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urggggh…Am still suffering from the hangover, even though I had only 3 water melon Bacardi's which is nothing compared to what my friends had that day :s maybe its coz I didn’t drink for 2 months…aaaah…ya I've been a good girl lately…but am kinda getting sick of it…change is goooood…anyways, when we left the island there were 20 Bacardi bottles and 10 beers laying on da sand kella mn spongebob who drank more than 15 bottle which is why he ended up havin a pink smile : p (his teeth got stained from the watermelon bacardis he had)…looked cute tho made me think wat if we were stuck there like in LOST i'd definately shag da married guy...loool jk…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the videos of the beach made me realize how stupid people look when they're drunk :s we were supposed to be dancing our asses off… but it was like we were jumping up n down and turning around like kiddoz…loool I looked like I was playing with ma hair n walking…and before we left the island we danced a bit on the boat and I was dancing in my Brazilian blue bikini around the pole with my wild wavy hair…when we went home and watched the videos I couldn’t believe my eyez…never thought I'd have the courage to strip tease wearing a thong : s(without stripping ma clothes off…of course…am a good gurl after all ;P )…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/Rgv6DsVk-8I/AAAAAAAAABk/XbupDgYqar4/s1600-h/20071274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047402748746988482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/Rgv6DsVk-8I/AAAAAAAAABk/XbupDgYqar4/s320/20071274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The pole i was strip teasin on :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462854105255688727-480344718680193686?l=lotsacandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/feeds/480344718680193686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462854105255688727&amp;postID=480344718680193686' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/480344718680193686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/480344718680193686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/2007/03/she-used-to-go-every-week-to-beach-n.html' title=''/><author><name>xxx Candy xxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905463790363178417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://socialitelife.com/images/Angelina%20Jolie%20206.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/RgvgvcVk-2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/H4gk0aBrsgM/s72-c/2007_03280112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462854105255688727.post-7623495590862753458</id><published>2007-03-28T03:12:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T11:31:21.818+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><title type='text'>'Another lover' Nelson</title><content type='html'>This song is dedicated to 7amood SUwaiDi...luff ya CHEERZ!&lt;br /&gt;I js luv nelson's voice...too bad i couldn't find the video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ynd68psDSHM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ynd68psDSHM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462854105255688727-7623495590862753458?l=lotsacandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/feeds/7623495590862753458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462854105255688727&amp;postID=7623495590862753458' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/7623495590862753458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/7623495590862753458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/2007/03/another-lover-nelson.html' title='&apos;Another lover&apos; Nelson'/><author><name>xxx Candy xxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905463790363178417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://socialitelife.com/images/Angelina%20Jolie%20206.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462854105255688727.post-564319954823107765</id><published>2007-03-27T23:48:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T23:35:41.530+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/Rg-OtcVk-_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/cbXANaYFwYQ/s1600-h/200337174-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048410618657569778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/Rg-OtcVk-_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/cbXANaYFwYQ/s320/200337174-002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;About Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family members: BIG FAMILY :p Father;still alive. Mother; Passed away. 4 brothers, two sisters, am da eldest. 4 brother in laws, 6 sister in laws, and 1 niece.&lt;br /&gt;Nationality: Half Emirati.&lt;br /&gt;Birthplace: Abu Dhabi.&lt;br /&gt;Birthday: 21/04/1984.&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac sign: Taurus.&lt;br /&gt;Eye Color: Brown&lt;br /&gt;Hair Color: Natural: light brown. Currently: brownish/blonde.&lt;br /&gt;Height: 158cm.&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 48kg&lt;br /&gt;Sizes: Bra 34C, thong S, clothes 34, shoes 38.&lt;br /&gt;Speritual believes: not really religious.&lt;br /&gt;Sexual orientation: Bisexual.&lt;br /&gt;Piercings: Regular ears,used to have a belly ring but took it off coz i couldnt sleep on ma belly : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorites:&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Food: FAST FOOOOD, Indian, Italian, Lebanese, Arabic food (chicken Biryanii).&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Drink: Coca cola, hate Champagne, red wine, redbull n vodka, screamin orgasmz, and lately been hooked on water melon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="yschttl" href="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0oGkyBCXA9GOyAAPg5XNyoA;_ylu=X3oDMTE5NWdnYTVjBGNvbG8DdwRsA1dTMQRwb3MDMQRzZWMDc3IEdnRpZANNQVAwMDVfMTE0/SIG=11b42ack1/EXP=1175498178/**http%3a//www.bacardi.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Bacardi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Candy: ALL CANDIES :D especially the sour green apple onez.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Ice Cream: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="yschttl" href="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0oGkxblWw9GdT8AqE9XNyoA;_ylu=X3oDMTE5NWdnYTVjBGNvbG8DdwRsA1dTMQRwb3MDMQRzZWMDc3IEdnRpZANNQVAwMDVfMTE0/SIG=11ehs89uo/EXP=1175498085/**http%3a//www.haagendazs.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Häagen-Dazs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; Strawberry cheesecake.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Color: All shades of pink, YELLOW and love black.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Number: Seven.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Animal: love all lil puppies and hattte cats.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Flower: roses and lillies.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eluxury.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;http://www.eluxury.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.victoriassecret.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;http://www.victoriassecret.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.toywatchusa.com/Index.CFM"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;http://www.toywatchusa.com/Index.CFM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tshirthell.com/hell.shtml"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;http://www.tshirthell.com/hell.shtml&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hipwear.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;http://www.hipwear.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Messenger: MSN messenger!&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Stores: Chanel, Louis Vuitton, forever 21, Zara, and Miss Sixty.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite sport: beach volley ball.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite sitcom: Friends.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite TV series: Sex and the City &amp;amp; Desperate housewives.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite singer: Nickelback&lt;heart&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/7462854105255688727-564319954823107765?l=lotsacandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/feeds/564319954823107765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7462854105255688727&amp;postID=564319954823107765' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/564319954823107765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7462854105255688727/posts/default/564319954823107765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/2007/03/me-family-members-big-family-p.html' title=''/><author><name>xxx Candy xxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905463790363178417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://socialitelife.com/images/Angelina%20Jolie%20206.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQsj__L_Qn0/Rg-OtcVk-_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/cbXANaYFwYQ/s72-c/200337174-002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462854105255688727.post-718050595350562931</id><published>2007-03-27T19:08:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T11:30:04.944+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What goes around comes around...'/><title type='text'>What goes around...comes around...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;It's been weeks now after the break up...I really loved him but guess we can never be faithful and love is not always enough...he's a player and am a big time player...lifez always sarcastic...yesterday i was with a friend and she was tellin bout this one time she lied to her husband and told him that she was at spinneys when in fact she was at the movies...and he told her that he was at his friend's...5 secs later she saw him parked right behind her and they were both in shock...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LESSON LEARNED: next time you lie...remember that what comes around goes around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;JUstin TimBerlake "What comes around goes around"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b0VSBWsQqf8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b0VSBWsQqf8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Hey girl.. is he everything you wanted in a man?&lt;br /&gt;You know I gave you the world,&lt;br /&gt;You had me in the palm of your hand&lt;br /&gt;So why your love went away?&lt;br /&gt;I just can't seem to understand&lt;br /&gt;Thought it was me and you baby...&lt;br /&gt;Me and you until the end, but I guess I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna think about it, don't wanna talk about it&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so sick about it, I can't believe it's ending this way&lt;br /&gt;Just so confused about it, it'll end up in the news about it&lt;br /&gt;I just can't do without ya, tell me it's this fair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the way it's really going down&lt;br /&gt;Is this how we say goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;I should've known better when you came around&lt;br /&gt;That you were gonna make me cry&lt;br /&gt;It's breaking my heart to watch you run around&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know that you're living a lie&lt;br /&gt;But that's okay baby cause in time you'll find...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now girl, I remember everything that you claimed&lt;br /&gt;You said that you were moving on now(on now)&lt;br /&gt;And maybe I should do the same (maybe I should do the same)&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing about that is, I was ready to give you my name&lt;br /&gt;Thought it was me and you baby and now it's all just a shame&lt;br /&gt;And I guess I was wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna think about it, don't wanna talk about it&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so sick about it, I can't believe it's ending this way&lt;br /&gt;Just so confused about it, it'll end up in the news about it&lt;br /&gt;I just can't do without ya, tell me it's this fair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me paint this picture for you baby&lt;br /&gt;You spend your nights alone&lt;br /&gt;And he never comes home&lt;br /&gt;And every time you call 'em&lt;br /&gt;All you get is a busy tone&lt;br /&gt;I heard you found out that he's doing to you&lt;br /&gt;What you did to me, ain't that the way it goes?&lt;br /&gt;When you cheated girl, my heart bleeded girl&lt;br /&gt;So it goes without saying "imagine let me feeling hurt"&lt;br /&gt;Just a classic case, it's a sce-sce-scenario&lt;br /&gt;Tale is oldest time, girl you got what you deserved&lt;br /&gt;And now you want somebody to cure the lonely nights&lt;br /&gt;You wished you had somebody that can come and make it right&lt;br /&gt;Well girl I ain't somebody and not a sympathy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462854105255688727-718050595350562931?l=lotsacandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lotsacandy.blogspot.com/feeds/718050595350562931/comments/default' 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