<?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-7293974</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:26:03.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience Is A Virtue</title><subtitle type='html'>"Nothing Happens Before Its Time"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>254</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-115683106272507011</id><published>2006-08-29T00:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T00:57:42.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official</title><content type='html'>As of Friday, September 1, I will be posting on my new blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;" href="http://cooldestiny.wordpress.com"&gt;http://cooldestiny.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for a change and I'm going to see how long I can tolerate wordpress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's ta ta to blogger for now ... but who knows ........ I might be back!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-115683106272507011?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/115683106272507011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=115683106272507011&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/115683106272507011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/115683106272507011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-115660698340477903</id><published>2006-08-26T10:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T10:44:02.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well ... 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Whadda Ya Know???'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-115628396013457976</id><published>2006-08-22T16:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T16:59:20.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordpress????</title><content type='html'>Well, I've been influenced, a hell of a feat to achieve.  But with all being said about wordpress, with all the moves to that host, I just had to check it out for myself.  It seems nice.  I haven't really started to play around with it just yet, but I managed to set up my blog, transfer all posts from blogger, update all links, choose a template all in 22 minutes flat last night.  Am I good or what???   And got 1 hit already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, with the help of the techie among us (MB, Mad Bull, MB ... ), I want to do some modifications to the page.  For 1, everything is to the left too much, with a big empty space on the right which I'd like to change.  The other thing is how do I get the cool stuff, the about me, home, calender, etc.?  I might have missed it but .... I still need help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, check out &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://cooldestiny.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://cooldestiny.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt; and tell me what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later dudes &amp;amp; dudettes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-115628396013457976?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/115628396013457976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=115628396013457976&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/115628396013457976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/115628396013457976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2006/08/wordpress.html' title='Wordpress????'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-115610298196711905</id><published>2006-08-20T14:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T14:43:02.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Becky, Where Art Thou?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I have been getting "Blogger not Found" when I try to check out&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" href="http://beckybanton.blogspot.com"&gt;Becky Banton&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;.  Anybody knows what's up with that???? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-115610298196711905?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/115610298196711905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=115610298196711905&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/115610298196711905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/115610298196711905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2006/08/becky-where-art-thou.html' title='Becky, Where Art Thou?'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-115600637946835640</id><published>2006-08-19T11:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T11:52:59.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Travel Disaster Pt. 2</title><content type='html'>So we get up the next morning, have breakfast, check out, wait for our bus and then travel to the airport.  We get there to see an extremely long line for the Air J counter.   We wait patiently in line and after 1.5 hrs, we are finally checked in.  During the process, we learnt that we would be stopping in Montego Bay but gladly, we didn't have to collect luggage to board the flight to Kingston.  We proceed to the departure lounge where we do the dreaded &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;WAITING&lt;/span&gt; again.  Of course, the flight leaving Antigua was delayed for about 2 hrs, and we had to stop in St. Lucia before heading for Montego Bay.  Talk about delays!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we board the flight and eventually leave.  I started to feel a sense of relief now that the journey has begun to continue and being the ever-optimistic CD, I convince myself that everything is going to go well, no more delays and Iwill finally get home to my family and my man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We land in St. Lucia.  Some passengers including the Jamaica Junior Netball Team boarded the plane in St. Lucia.  I watch with anticipation the luggage being wheeled to the aircraft to be loaded, not paying attention to the netballers who had apparently won some competition.  I couldn't care less about that.  My focus was on all the steps to getting home.  After they loaded the luggage, the plane door closes, and we start to taxi down the runway at the usual 10 mph. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas!!! Oh No!!!  The plane stops ................ for about 10 minutes on the runway.  I'm like WTF??????  Before I could finish my thought, the plan starts to reverse back to the gate!!!  Why? Why? Why? What forces of evil have laid its ugly hand on my travel plans?  Is it me?  Is the guy sitting beside me with a glass looking eye?  Is it the obnoxious lawyer who in all his rants did not once mention the word sue???  I just couldnt' understand it.  The pilot comes on the radio:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"Ladies &amp; gentlemen, we do apologize for this delay in leaving the St. Lucia airport (I didn't even take time to memorize the name of the airport).  It seems as if some luggage was not loaded unto the plane and we have to turn back for them.  Again, we do apologize and should be on our way in the next 10-15 minutes".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;AAAaaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 minutes later, we are taxing down the runway (again).  This time, we actually take off and head for Sangster International Airport.    I was so eager to get home, I did not even sleep on any of these flights.   You cna imagine my joy when I look through the window and start to see familiar land ... Jamaica ... Home ... I could hardly wait to land.  When we land, it was about 5:45 p.m. Saturday.  We were supposed to change aircrafts and join some passengers coming from Atlanta and heading for Kingston.   We go through the chaotic excuse for a hub at Montego Bay SIA only to learn that our flight previously scheduled to depart at 6:35 is now scheduled to leave at 8:30.  Oh Lord, where does it end?  So, I laze around, eat, play solitaire and freecell on my laptop just killing time.  And it ticks so slowly I wondered if time stopped a few times. &lt;br /&gt;Then, the announcement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"Flight JM032 scheduled to depart at 8:30 p.m. to NMI in Kingston has been further delayed and is now scheduled to leave at 10:35 p.m.".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I done?  Why is this happening?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:35 ... flight delayed again till 12:30 a.m. - SUNDAY!!!.  We are all now so impatient, frustrated, tired, dirty (at least they gave us dinner) started to enquire if there were any other flights apart from the one we were booked on that was going to Kingston.  Oh boy ...... yes, a flight should be leaving at 1:05 a.m.  We all changed our flights, after enquiring about our luggage and was told confidently that our luggage would arrive with us at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peeps, after all this, we finally boarded a flight, we know not where it was coming from and didn't care because it was going to Kingston, where we wanted to go.  The flight left at 1:28 a.m.  We arrived in Kingston at 2:08 a.m.  My father came to pick me up and I was home at 2:27 a..m. Sunday morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend left his house and came to mine after I arrived.  I was so happy to finally be home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-115600637946835640?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/115600637946835640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=115600637946835640&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/115600637946835640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/115600637946835640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2006/08/travel-disaster-pt-2.html' title='Travel Disaster Pt. 2'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-115535016753478928</id><published>2006-08-11T14:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T21:36:07.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Travel Disaster Dec. '04 Pt. 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;It all begain on that fateful Friday morning, I rose at 4:30 a.m. to get ready to reach to the Airport at 5:15 in order to leave on my 6:30 flight from the BVI to Antigua on Liat where I would then take a BWee flight to Kingston Jamaica.  I had heard horror stories about liat but the flight arrived and left on time so I thought a great start to my trip home.  I had been away for 6 weeks and could not wait to get back home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Ok, so arrive  in Antigua at about 8 something I believe it was.   Our connecting flight was supposed to leave at shortly after 9 to arrive in Kingston at 12:45 p.m.  So, we waited.  First announcement is that the flight was delayed.  Another announcement - same thing.  Another announcement - flight still delayed.  At 4 p.m. we were all still sitting in the airport as since about 2 or so, we heard no announcement for our flight.  A group of us all heading for Jamaica were sitting together, some reading, some working on laptops, some playing cards to pass the time.  Then we heard some women pass us saying that the flight was .......................... CANCELLED!!!! ......................... We were all in shock because no such announcement was made.  So, we proceeded to the counter to enquire what was happening.  We enquired and were asked "to proceed to the BWee desk at another section of the airport".  We were pissed and quite peeved.  Thankfully we were provided with a meal as I know it would have gotten really ugly if we were hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;When we arrive at the Bwee desk, other irate passengers were already there cussing some claaat and other choice words to the representative citing how disrespectful, irresponsible and disgusting they were.  To add insult to injury, they told us that we needed to come around the back and find our luggage ourselves.  Of course, this led to further cussing and argument between the passengers and the bwee employees. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;After finally receiving all our luggage,  we were then carted off in a bus to an ok hotel which would be our home for the night in Antigua and that we would be placed on an Air Jamaica flight leaving the next day.  I remember there was a woman with a very young baby with her and she was adamant that she could not wait tomorrow to leave so other arrangements were made for her.  The situation was that Bwee does not leave from Antigua on a Saturday, it goes thru St. Maarten hence us being placed on an Air J flight.  I think the lady with the baby was flown back to St. Maarten to await the arrival of the Bwee flight from Trinidad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;So, we got our belly fulls and rested our weary heads at the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.jollybeachresort.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Jolly Beach Resort&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;for the night, preparing for the next day's events and more dramas which were to unfold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;To be continued.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-115535016753478928?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/115535016753478928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=115535016753478928&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/115535016753478928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/115535016753478928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2006/08/travel-disaster-dec-04-pt-1.html' title='Travel Disaster Dec. &apos;04 Pt. 1'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-115488060709782946</id><published>2006-08-06T11:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T11:10:07.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Small World</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The world keeps getting smaller every day.  Something I find quite amazing happened.  About a year in my job, I came across a customer with the same last name as my blog twin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://magyar77.blogspot.com/"&gt;Peter - Life's A Trip&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;.   I happened to mention this in a comment on his blog, apparently I put the person's name in the comment.  I don't even know if Peter remembers this.  I searched for the comment all day yesterday till I got tired but didn't find it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Yesterday I checked my email and saw a message from a similar last name person ... lo and behold, I open the email, and it is the very customer I had interacted with for no more than about 3 - 5 minutes, saying he saw the comment on the blog and just wanted me to know!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Now, what are the odds of this?  How much smaller can the world get?  I guess with the internet and all, it will continue to get smaller and smaller.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;This was really amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-115488060709782946?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/115488060709782946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=115488060709782946&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/115488060709782946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/115488060709782946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-small-world.html' title='It&apos;s A Small World'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-115472478215305956</id><published>2006-08-04T15:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T15:54:21.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/CuteT_Shirt020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/400/CuteT_Shirt020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to post today so here's a chauvinistic pic to get the ladies angry and make the men laugh or get vex.                          Enjoy the weekend everyone. &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-115472478215305956?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/115472478215305956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=115472478215305956&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/115472478215305956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/115472478215305956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2006/08/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-115422647435012715</id><published>2006-07-29T21:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T21:27:54.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm A Little Stealer</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="post-title"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;      Last ...&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/h3&gt;                  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Last Cigarette: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;About 15 years ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Last Alcoholic Drink: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;White Wine - December 30, 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Last Car Ride: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Today, from the hairdresser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Last 'Romantic' Kiss: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Last Good Cry: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Last Library Book: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Benji&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last book bought: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Animal Farm - have never read it and heard so much about it so I bought it ... still haven't read it yet though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Last Book Read:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0385504209/102-4475254-9343331?v=glance&amp;n=283155"&gt;The DaVinci Code&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Last Movie Seen in Theatres: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bad Boys II - pathetic ain't I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Last Movie Rented: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Who rents movies in this day and age of bootleg???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Last Cuss Word Uttered: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Last Beverage Drank: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Homestyle Fruit Punch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Last Food Consumed: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Chicken nuggets from Island Grill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Last Crush: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I haven't had a crush in such a long time.  Last one would be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;... ugh ... I don't know!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Last Phone Call: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;30 minutes ago from the BF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Last TV Show Watched: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monk - USA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Last Time Showered: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15 mins ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; .... damn it's hot today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Last Shoes Worn: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;blue, white &amp; yellow floral flip flops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Last CD Played: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Madonna - Greatest Hits V1 (I still love her)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Last Item Bought: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Elidel cream for my Excema&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Last Download: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rihanna - Unfaithful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Last Annoyance: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;My father pulling up his shorts over his belly looking like Steve Urkel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Last Disappointment: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;My BF leaving my house.  I hate it when he leaves :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Last Soda Drank: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Mountain Dew ... it was kinda flat. Think I left the bottle open in the fridge by mistake so all the fizz was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Last Thing Written: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;My journal entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Last Key Used: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Front door key&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Last Words Spoken: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ok, cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Last Sleep: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Last Ice Cream Eaten: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Buckingham's MultiMania&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Last Chair Sat In: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The chair at my computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Last Webpage Visited: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://smallislandgirl.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;http://smallislandgirl.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that was just fun.  Thanks SIG!&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/7293974-115422647435012715?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/115422647435012715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=115422647435012715&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/115422647435012715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/115422647435012715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-little-stealer.html' title='I&apos;m A Little Stealer'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-115403514539957789</id><published>2006-07-27T14:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T16:19:05.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And It Continues ...</title><content type='html'>I got to thinking on Tuesday evening while standing in a line waiting to pay bills ... when will this end?  The Jamaican people have failed to take a stand as a people and say enough is enough to the bull shit that happens here.   Everywhere has bull shit I know.  I speak to the bull I live in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This rant comes from me standing in a line to pay utility bills for close to 1 hr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Background:  In Jamaica, there are payment agencies authorized to collect payment for bills - light, telephone, water, cell phone, cable etc. etc. etc.  In April this year, one of the preferred companies levied a J$35 per transaction to pay bills.  The 2nd preferred company instituted a similar levy of J$30 in July. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the arrangement for the companies for which the agency accepts payments is that for each payment they collect, the company (light, telephone, water, etc.) would pay a percentage based on volume of transactions done.  Do we realize what this means?  We are more than likely paying double for the service as the utility companies would have been sure to factor this amount into our billing amount. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The extortion continues, the slavery is being resurrected, the oppression is again becoming a reality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have now decided to pay all my bills online.  I do this from time to time but I really have better things to do with my time than stand in a line to hand over money to these criminals who call themselves service providers and the government.  Every bull shit that is implemented, we take it without a fight.  There is no desire to unite as indiscipline will somehow creep in and daunt the work, toil and endeavour of those who really want to make a stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it continues ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-115403514539957789?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/115403514539957789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=115403514539957789&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/115403514539957789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/115403514539957789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2006/07/and-it-continues.html' title='And It Continues ...'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-115316851601500020</id><published>2006-07-17T15:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T15:53:44.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ATTENTION MEN - BE WARNED!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;If you shop at Sam's Club or Costco, this may be useful to know. I&lt;br /&gt;have become a victim of a clever scam while out shopping. This happened&lt;br /&gt;to me and it could happen to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how the scam works:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two seriously good-looking 19-year-old girls come over to your car as you are packing your shopping in the trunk. They both start wiping your windshield with a rag and Windex, with their breasts almost falling out of their skimpy t-shirts. It is impossible not to look.   When you thank them and offer them a tip, they say "No" and instead ask you for a ride to another Sam's Club or Costco. You agree and they  get in the back seat. On the way, they start having sex with each&lt;br /&gt;other. Then one of them climbs over into the front seat and performs oral sex on you, while the other one steals your wallet. I had my wallet stolen last Tuesday, Wednesday, twice on Thursday, again on Saturday, and also yesterday and most likely today and tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-115316851601500020?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/115316851601500020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=115316851601500020&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/115316851601500020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/115316851601500020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2006/07/attention-men-be-warned.html' title='ATTENTION MEN - BE WARNED!!!'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-115297797275306254</id><published>2006-07-15T10:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T10:39:32.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Belle Has "Tolled"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Today is the official opening of the &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2004/08/for-whom-bell-tolls.html"&gt;Portmore leg of Highway 2000&lt;/a&gt; signifying the beginning of one of the worst kinds of oppression and extortion brought to the Jamaican people by the Government - yet again with the imposition of a toll charge of J$60 one way for cars, J$100 for SUVs and $230 for all other vehicles.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;For those who may not know, the government, in its road expansion exercise has taken away the main route for Portmore residents, one of the the largest residential community in Jamaica, and created a toll road, hence forcing the residents to pay to enter and exit the community in which they live.  In their minds, the alternate route, the Mandela Highway is a suitable alternative, despite the repair and expansion which would need to be made on this road to make it a "suitable alternative". The Mandela is traversed by persons coming from Spanish Town and some Portmore residents resulting in a major traffic job during peak hours.  So, in order for persons to reach to work early or on time, it requires leaving home about 6 a.m. or before to achieve this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Although the government has sought to appease the residents by offering frequent travel discounts with the use of the Toll Tag, it is still an atrocity tantamount to almost slavery by asking persons to fork out anywhere from J$30,000 upwards per year to use the toll.  With Memorandum of Understandings with wage freezes, public sector workers taking industrial action because of a wage dispute, how do they expect poor people to survive?  It is absolute cruelty and equates to extortion perpetrated by the dons in our society.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;When will the Jamaican people realize that we must take a stand?  For years, we have just taken what is dished out to us with no retaliation.  The Portmore residents (of which I am a part) have proposed a boycott of the toll road for the next 2 months and will be having a vigil service this evening.  Although it may not achieve the desired result of a lower toll charge, they should be applauded for the stance they have taken from the beginning until now.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;So many ills in our society right now and I wonder if it will ever get better.  There is no faith in the government, in the security system, in the justice system (although this has improved somewhat), in the church (don't get me started on the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.jamaica-gleaner.com/gleaner/20060713/lead/lead2.html"&gt;Deacon story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;), the education system.  Where is the hope?  We have to find it back somehow.  Someway.  Somewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-115297797275306254?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/115297797275306254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=115297797275306254&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/115297797275306254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/115297797275306254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2006/07/belle-has-tolled.html' title='The Belle Has &quot;Tolled&quot;'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-115210766593402451</id><published>2006-07-05T08:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T08:54:26.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Have A Dream - For SIG</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't believe in coincidences.  I believe everything happens at the appropriate time and for a reason.  I got the below email today and immediately remembered &lt;a href="http://smallislandgirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Small Island Girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, who also had a post yesterday entitled Dreams!  So, SIG, this one is for you!  Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;If You Have A Dream &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Don't wait for some distant day to come,&lt;br /&gt;it may be too late before you've even begun.&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone will agree with all you decide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Be true to yourself first and foremost.&lt;br /&gt;The only important thing in life is what&lt;br /&gt;you do with the time you spend here on earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Don't cloud today with things that can't&lt;br /&gt;be undone. You have no more control over&lt;br /&gt;yesterday or tomorrow, than you do the raging&lt;br /&gt;of your passions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Do not quiet these dreams&lt;br /&gt;nor quench your desires. For if you do,&lt;br /&gt;your journey is ended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You have only today to begin anew and&lt;br /&gt;follow your dreams. For in the end all&lt;br /&gt;we have are our memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;When the twilight comes to us, let there&lt;br /&gt;be, no excuses, no explanations,&lt;br /&gt;no regrets!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;[Author unknown]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-115210766593402451?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/115210766593402451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=115210766593402451&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/115210766593402451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/115210766593402451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2006/07/if-you-have-dream-for-sig.html' title='If You Have A Dream - For SIG'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-115178000736994474</id><published>2006-07-01T13:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T13:53:27.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Well ...</title><content type='html'>So much for my hopes of England going to the World Cup 2006 finals.  Their hopes were shattered today after losing 3-1 penalties to Portugal.  Deep down I didn't feel like they would make it but I was still holding on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, the summer is getting hotter and hotter by the day.  I can't belive how hot it is, even at nights when it used to get even a little bit cool.  I have to be sleeping in the nude to maintain my sanity at night.  I'm also hoping that we do not get a hurricane this year despite the predictions of a very active season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just my usual quick shout out.  C ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-115178000736994474?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/115178000736994474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=115178000736994474&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/115178000736994474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/115178000736994474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-well.html' title='Oh Well ...'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-115121590139453817</id><published>2006-06-25T01:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T01:11:41.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>554 Seconds ...</title><content type='html'>... to the England vs Ecuador match...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-115121590139453817?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/115121590139453817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=115121590139453817&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/115121590139453817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/115121590139453817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2006/06/554-seconds.html' title='554 Seconds ...'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-115090011670167280</id><published>2006-06-21T08:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T09:28:37.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex and the Church</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.famefm.fm/profiles/default.php?profileid=6"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Fame FM's Uncensored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;had an interesting topic for their Monday night edition of the program.  I did not get a chance to listen to it but captured some highlights from a broadcast the following morning.  The topic was Sex and the Church, a debate which sought to establish how "carnal" christians were when it came to sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The discussion, from what I gathered was quite an interesting one, with christians and pastors sharing their views on the subject.  The findings were as follows:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;1.  A high percentage of christians are just as carnal as heathens, engaging in sexualy intercourse before  marriage;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;2.  The church places a greater emphasis on sexual sins, while preaching that all sins are equal;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;3.  The church sometimes influence early marriage in young adults, to escape the sin of fornication;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;4.  When someone is guilty of fornication, they are "read out" of the church, "back-benched" and become the recipient of "throw-word sermons" metted out by the pastor;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;5.  There are still christians who believe that sex before marriage is wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;As someone who grew up in the church, I have personally witnessed all of the above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;My view, the church should not judge a person by their actions and seek to play God.  A person who has committed fornication (or any other sin for that matter) should not be shunned and condemned by the church but rather should be embraced and counselled in an attempt to help &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;to bring that person closer to God.  In searching for information on the topic, came across another blog with the same title as mine.  &lt;a href="http://angryblackbitch.blogspot.com/2005/11/sex-and-church.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Read it Here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Each person should be allowed to have their personal relationship with God as we are accountable only to him for our actions.  The church has shirked on its responsibility on many an occasion, passing judgement instead of offering the necessary support.  I pray that these things will get better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-115090011670167280?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/115090011670167280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=115090011670167280&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/115090011670167280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/115090011670167280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2006/06/sex-and-church.html' title='Sex and the Church'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-115066866021978451</id><published>2006-06-18T17:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T17:11:00.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dutty Wine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Jamaicans are known worldwide for the creation of various dance moves for almost every song that is hot on the charts.  From the ska to the della move, to the world dance, to the batty rider, to the gangster rock, to the pon di river, pon di bank and now ... the latest dance craze appropriately named, &lt;a href="http://www.thetubevideo.com/dutty-wine-dance-music-video/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;THE DUTTY WINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  As you can see, it takes some amount of skill to do this dance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the cable channels, Juice TV, had a Dutty Wine contest and I was amazed at the extent to which some of these women dutty wined for a T-Shirt, phone credit and a gift basket.  It was reported that one woman actually broke her neck doing this dance.  The more explicit versions see women going down almost flat on their stomachs with ass (and more) in the air executing the moves with such energy and enthusiasm, that you would think their life depended on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find the dance quite interesting myself and would love to try doing it one day.  I really like my neck though :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More time.&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/7293974-115066866021978451?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/115066866021978451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=115066866021978451&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/115066866021978451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/115066866021978451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2006/06/dutty-wine.html' title='Dutty Wine'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-115048418584729130</id><published>2006-06-16T13:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T13:56:25.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>World Cup Fever</title><content type='html'>Well, the world cup has been extremely interesting thus far to say the very least. A few upsets, a few surprises and a few yawns too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say big up to T &amp; T's Soca Warriors who have played some very very good football.  The other newcomer to the world cup, Ivory Coast have also shown good skill in playing the game.  I'm an England fan myself but had to ditch that yesterday when they played T &amp; T.  Everyone in my office was quite annoyed at me because although I was cheering for T &amp; T, I was all excited when England scored.  All in all, I'm enjoying it so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you guys?  Have you been taking in every single match?  Who are your teams?  Who is your favourite to win?? Talk to me people!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-115048418584729130?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/115048418584729130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=115048418584729130&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/115048418584729130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/115048418584729130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2006/06/world-cup-fever.html' title='World Cup Fever'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-114943562583568560</id><published>2006-06-04T07:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T10:40:26.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Week</title><content type='html'>Well this week on the great rock of Jamaica has been a very interesting one newswise.  From motor vehicle accidents to &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" href="http://www.jamaica-gleaner.com/gleaner/20060604/lead/lead2.html"&gt;political spats/cat fights&lt;/a&gt;, to controversy surrounding the re-instatement to regular police duties for Senior Superintendent &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" href="http://www.jamaica-gleaner.com/gleaner/20060601/lead/lead1.html"&gt;Renato Adams&lt;/a&gt;, all featured in the Gleaner this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adams' story is the one of great interest to me.  Everyone is playing the blame game as to why Adams is still at Desk 13 when there is so much that needs to be done with criminal elements on the street.  The police commissioner says he's waiting on the Police Services Commission; the PSC says it's waiting on the Commissioner.  Typical.  No one wants to take responsibility.   No one wants to be viewed as "the bad guy".  Adams' style of policing has been frowned upon by the local so-called human rights activists who only make such cries when it suits them.  So, the commissioner is under pressure to satisfy these interest groups, his superiors, independent observers such as Amnesty International and the public.  Rather than say "No, he will not be placed back on the street" or "Yes, he will resume full duties", everyone is dancing around the issue as if they are doing the tango.   When will this type of bureacracy end???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This type of behaviour is demonstrated in so many facets of life that it just drives me crazy.  I say to end with this crap!  Take responsibility.  Be a man/woman.  Make a decision.  Take a position and stick by it no matter what. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-114943562583568560?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/114943562583568560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=114943562583568560&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/114943562583568560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/114943562583568560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-week.html' title='What a Week'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-114817093281711321</id><published>2006-05-20T19:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T19:22:12.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>World Cup Commandments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WORLD CUP FOOTBALL - LIST OF TV RULES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Wife, Partner, Girlfriend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. From 9 June to 9 July 2006, you should read the sports section&lt;br /&gt;of the  newspaper so that you are aware of what is going on&lt;br /&gt;regarding the World Cup, and that way you will be able to join in&lt;br /&gt;the conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. During that period, DO NOT complain about not receiving any attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. During the World Cup, the television is mine, at all times,&lt;br /&gt;  without any exceptions. You will NOT touch the remote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you have to pass by in front of the TV during a game, I&lt;br /&gt;  don't mind, as long as you do it crawling on the floor and without&lt;br /&gt;  distracting me. If you decide to stand nude in front of the TV,&lt;br /&gt;  make sure you put clothes on right after because if you catch a&lt;br /&gt;  cold, I wont have time to take you to the doctor or look after you&lt;br /&gt;  during the World Cup month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. During the games I will be blind, deaf and mute, unless I&lt;br /&gt;  require a refill of my drink or something to eat. You are out of&lt;br /&gt;  your mind if you expect me to listen to you, open the door, answer&lt;br /&gt;  the telephone, or pick up the baby that just fell on the&lt;br /&gt;  floor....It won't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. It would be a good idea for you to keep at least 2 six packs&lt;br /&gt;  in the fridge at all times, as well as plenty of things to nibble&lt;br /&gt;on, and please do not make any funny faces to my friends when they&lt;br /&gt;  come over to watch the games. In return, you will be allowed to use&lt;br /&gt;  the TV between midnight and 6am, unless they replay a good game&lt;br /&gt;  that I missed during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Please, please, please!! If you see me upset because one of my&lt;br /&gt;  teams is losing, DO NOT say "get over it, its only a game", or&lt;br /&gt;  "don't worry, they'll win next time". If you say these things, you&lt;br /&gt;  will only make me angrier and I will love you less. Remember, you&lt;br /&gt;  will never ever know more about football than me and your so called&lt;br /&gt;  "words of encouragement" will only lead to a break up or divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You are welcome to sit with me to watch one game and you can&lt;br /&gt;  talk to me during halftime but only when the commercials are on,&lt;br /&gt;  and only if the halftime score is pleasing me. In addition, please&lt;br /&gt;  note I am saying "one" game; hence do not use the World Cup as a&lt;br /&gt;  nice cheesy excuse to "spend time together".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The replays of the goals are very important. I don't care if I&lt;br /&gt;  have seen them or I haven't seen them, I want to see them again. Many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Tell your friends NOT to have any babies, or any other child&lt;br /&gt;  related parties or gatherings that requires my attendance because:&lt;br /&gt;   a) I will not go,&lt;br /&gt;   b) I will not go, and&lt;br /&gt;   c) I will not go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. The daily World Cup highlights show on TV every night is just&lt;br /&gt;  as important as the games themselves. Do not even think about&lt;br /&gt;  saying "but you have already seen this...why don't you change the&lt;br /&gt;  channel to something we can all watch?" because, the reply will be,&lt;br /&gt;  "Refer to Rule #3 of this list".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. And finally, please save your expressions such as "Thank God&lt;br /&gt;  the World  Cup is only every 4 years". I am immune to these words,&lt;br /&gt;  because after this comes the Champions League, Italian League,&lt;br /&gt;  Spanish League, Portugese League, Dutch League, Premier League, FA Cup, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your cooperation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-114817093281711321?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/114817093281711321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=114817093281711321&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/114817093281711321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/114817093281711321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2006/05/world-cup-commandments.html' title='World Cup Commandments'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-114806071846334618</id><published>2006-05-19T12:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T12:45:18.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need Your Help</title><content type='html'>Hey Gang,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is for all the internet savvy bloggers who stop by here, particularly Cari-blogrs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know the below website?  I need to know if it is a popular website and if it is worth advertising on.  If not, are there any recommendations of Jamaican/Caribbean websites worth pursuing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jamaicanlifestyle.com"&gt;http://www.jamaicanlifestyle.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm counting on you!! Thanks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-114806071846334618?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/114806071846334618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=114806071846334618&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/114806071846334618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/114806071846334618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-need-your-help.html' title='I Need Your Help'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-114799417447270608</id><published>2006-05-18T18:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T18:16:14.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-cap</title><content type='html'>I had a relaxing, peaceful, wonderful birthday.  Didn't do much except get a massage but I enjoyed just being away from home, with the change of scenery and being away with my bf was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, this is just a quick hail to let you know I'm still around.  I've left a few comments here and there as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care blog dudes &amp;amp; dudettes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-114799417447270608?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/114799417447270608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=114799417447270608&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/114799417447270608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/114799417447270608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2006/05/re-cap.html' title='Re-cap'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-114746369248745147</id><published>2006-05-12T14:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T14:54:52.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's My ...............</title><content type='html'>I am thoroughly looking forward to my Birthday this Sunday.  Unlike my friends who are the same age as me and are in despair at getting older, I look forward to my birthday every year.  It's been a long time since I've done anything on my birthday so my honey and I will be going to Montego Bay for the weekend.  I'm very much looking forward to it.  I actually got a surprise at work today by getting a beautiful bouquet from my new manager who is based in Barbados!  I didn't tell her it was my birthday but she found out somehow and has given my b-day a great start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, say prayers and make wishes that I'll have a wonderful weekend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ... Happy Mother's Day to all the mothers who read my blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-114746369248745147?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/114746369248745147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=114746369248745147&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/114746369248745147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/114746369248745147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-my.html' title='It&apos;s My ...............'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-114702349627680687</id><published>2006-05-07T12:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T12:38:16.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When to Let Go</title><content type='html'>These last few months I've played the role of counsellor to both men and women in failing relationships.  It is amazing to hear some of the stories told of relationships gone bad whether because of infidelity, a person changing after moving in together or getting married or a person's change in life direction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In each of the scenarios I've encountered the aggrieved partner was in pain, complete turmoil, despair and in some cases extreme depression because they just "don't know what to do anymore".  Now, I know that seeing someone in a situation and being in the situation yourself will put 2 different spins on it.  One of my rules about giving advice especially when it comes to relationships is to tell the person that I'm merely making suggestions about what I think is best.  The decision is entirely up to them as to what they want to do.  I don't want to be held responsible for anything because these days you can't be too sure about anyone.  The dumpee may hear that the dumper had talked to you about it and next think you know, you're dodging bullets on the street or trying to outrun cars chasing you (ok ... that's a bit extreme but I'm sure you get my point).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question is, why is it so hard to let go of the things that are so toxic in our life that it literally makes us sick? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these persons in particular, a female, had more than enough reason to leave.  Reasons for staying:  have been together 18 years, have 2 children together, have investments together (just bought a house together, although all the reasons to leave were known to her prior to making the decision to buy a house together).  She believes there is no relationship anymore, has proof of infidelity and abuse, yet continues to say she prays and asks God to show her what she must do .... HELLO???  Don't you think even one of these is reason enough to get the hell out??  I told her as much and eventually had to tell her that I was not going to talk about the situation anymore.  I'm very blunt like that and anyone who knows me well will tell you that.  I say it as it is, I don't beat around the bush and I can be harsh if I have to.  This is one trait that my friends admire about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another person, a male is completely unhappy in his marriage as the wife has "changed" and it appears she only got married to have children.  She has done some awful things too and it has the potential to get very ugly but he just can't seem to leave.  He's not dependent on her in any way, he says he doesn't love her anymore, they don't sleep in the same bed together anymore.  I've suggested counselling for them both but that hasn't materialized yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is so hard to let go?  Is the complacency of the situation warrant a person's unhappiness?  I believe that nothing is more important than happiness, contentment and peace of mind.  I hope that I will never be in a situation where I'm afraid to let go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-114702349627680687?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/114702349627680687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=114702349627680687&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/114702349627680687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/114702349627680687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2006/05/when-to-let-go.html' title='When to Let Go'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-114650460094569762</id><published>2006-05-01T11:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T12:30:00.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey</title><content type='html'>Well, it's been quite a while since I've said anything here and thought I needed to make an appearance before I lose all my readers and the wonderful bonds I've formed with the blogosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been so many occurences in life that I really should have said something about - for example, the killing of Ambassador Peter King and the controversy which surrounds his death, the plea for the police to "Leggo Di Tape" by various individuals including enterdainers... we knew this one would not elude them, the debate about Sis P's decision to include religious personsin her administration, the fact that toll rates for Spanish Town and Vineyards East went up today among many others that I can't even remember right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention all the exciting things that have been happening in my personal life which I'll share at the appropriate time ... not right now ... want to keep you guys hanging on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, once again, a quick shout out using steal-away time at work to say hi and how you're doing and hope all is well with you too.  I've been reading your blogs every chance I get which is not many but I definitely haven't forgotten you and am still trying to stay in touch in even the smallest possible way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-114650460094569762?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/114650460094569762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=114650460094569762&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/114650460094569762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/114650460094569762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2006/05/hey.html' title='Hey'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-114326262366501428</id><published>2006-03-24T23:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T12:03:16.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogs Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I haven't been posting as frequently but I try to check all my favourite blogs at least once a week these days to catch up.  There has been a lot of talk from bloggers about not posting as often.  The sentiment expressed by some is that the enthusiasm that was once there is no longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.madbull4.net/testblog/"&gt;Dr D.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;posted yesterday that the Caribloggrs crew is not posting as often as they used to.  For me, I absolutely love blogging and blogs.  Sometimes there comes a time when you have to take a break from some things to focus on others that may be a priority at the moment and there's absolutely nothing wrong with that.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Well, in the midst of all this infrequent blogging, one of my dearest friends, the one who actually introduced me to the whole concept of blogging has made a comeback and put a huge smile on my face when I checked her blog just now.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" href="http://flatfooted.blogspot.com/"&gt;Regular Girl&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;welcome back!!   You made my night!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bible says there's a time and season for everything.  And soon, we won't be able to stay from our blog for too long.  Blogs rule forever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More time everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found a post I started in my drafts ... I'm going to make an effort to finish it this weekend ... ok, that's pushing it ... next weekend!&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/7293974-114326262366501428?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/114326262366501428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=114326262366501428&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/114326262366501428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/114326262366501428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2006/03/blogs-forever.html' title='Blogs Forever'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-114182510755787765</id><published>2006-03-08T08:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T08:38:27.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Around</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just letting you know that I'm still around but have not had much time to blog about anything real right now.   I've been trying to read you all as much as possible so don't think I've deserted you .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry ... I'll Be  BaCk!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-114182510755787765?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/114182510755787765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=114182510755787765&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/114182510755787765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/114182510755787765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2006/03/still-around.html' title='Still Around'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-114064412543350326</id><published>2006-02-22T16:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T16:35:25.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to Smile About</title><content type='html'>This morning when I was leaving for work, my bf used the remote start for my car to start it from upstairs.  What he didn't see was that my 70+ side neighbour and my 60+ front neighbour were standing almost in front of the car.  The below is the conversation that ensued as a result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70+: Wait .... is what happen a while ago?&lt;br /&gt;60+: Mi nuh know&lt;br /&gt;70+: Di Car start!&lt;br /&gt;60+: But how dat?  Nobody not in there ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;70+ moves closer to the car, slowly and cautiously looking to see who is in it ... she doesn't see anybody.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70+: Mi nuh see anybody in it fi true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both ladies had a puzzled look on their face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, my bf and I are approaching them and the car, trying oh so hard to hide the smile/laugh that was on our face.  It was very difficult to keep a straight face when they said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is you start di car?".  I said yes and they chuckled saying they were wondering what was happening and looking to see who was inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a good laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-114064412543350326?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/114064412543350326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=114064412543350326&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/114064412543350326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/114064412543350326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2006/02/something-to-smile-about.html' title='Something to Smile About'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-114046213977109909</id><published>2006-02-20T13:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T14:02:19.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rasta Job Application</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Here's an oldie but goodie that just popped into my Inbox at work and just had to share.  Hope you are all good!  Have a great week!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rasta Job Application&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PERSONAL INFORMATION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name - Bobo Dread Amaka Baka Fari&lt;br /&gt;Age - I man noh count birtday&lt;br /&gt;Date of Birth - Mi sey Rasta noh deal wid dem tings deh man&lt;br /&gt;Address - Uppa di Hills a Wesmorlan&lt;br /&gt;Tel. No. - I man Doan participate ina di Bablyon system&lt;br /&gt;Marital Status &amp; No. of Children - I an I hav nuff comman law wif an 21 likkle soljas a run bout roun di island&lt;br /&gt;Occupation: Sell Jelly coknat pan Spanish Town Rd. and weed outta mi Kitchen winda&lt;br /&gt;Company Name - I man noh kip company yuh noh seeit&lt;br /&gt;Present Position - Mi like di Lizzad lap positian .. but mi open to any adda position, yuh noh seet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FINANCIAL INFORMATION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Average Monthly Income - Depends pan di season and di demans fi di weed .. some time bizniss slow an ting&lt;br /&gt;Credit Reference - More Fyah! I man noh deal wid credit .. strickly up front dallas a do it&lt;br /&gt;Unsecured Overdraft Limit - Chat English .. a wha di Bloodclaat dat?&lt;br /&gt;Secured Overdraft Limit - Mi sey yuh fi chat English!!&lt;br /&gt;Personal Loan Amount - Tony owe mi bout 40 gran .. a gwine buss im bloodKlaat when a buck im up&lt;br /&gt;Monthly Payment - Ask Tony cause a monts now mi noh si nat a cent fram im&lt;br /&gt;No. of Monthly Payment Outstanding - Yuh def? Mi seh Tony noh gi mi back mi money so all a it outstanding&lt;br /&gt;Mortgage Loan Amount - Mi noh pay margage fi mi zinc shed .. is I man build dat&lt;br /&gt;Monthly Payment- Yuh com back a ask di same foolishness?&lt;br /&gt;No. of Monthly Payment Outstanding - Is wha do dis ooman dowe eeh? MI SEY TONY NOH PAY MI YET!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is interview is over .. Application for Loan Denied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOH WEH!!! unu hypocrite an Sadomite unu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-114046213977109909?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/114046213977109909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=114046213977109909&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/114046213977109909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/114046213977109909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2006/02/rasta-job-application.html' title='Rasta Job Application'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-114003627133477778</id><published>2006-02-15T15:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T15:44:31.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Becky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://beckybanton.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Becky Banton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;tagged me from about 2/2/06.  In my state of trying to remain calm at work, I've decided to do this meme!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Remove the blog in the top spot from the following list and bump everyone up one place. Then add your blog to the bottom slot, like so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;1) ScienceWoman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;2) Professor Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;3) Mon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;4) BeckyBanton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;5) CoolDestiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Next select five people to tag:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;1) Lady Serendipity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;2) Baby Blue Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;3) Miss Margo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;4) Bajan Queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;5) Abeni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;What were you doing 10 years ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;In my 2nd Year at University doing my diploma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;What were you doing 1 year ago? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;On this exact day last year, I was basking in the moment of having received roses for Valentine's Day from the BF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Five snacks you enjoy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;1. Famous Amos Chocolate Chip Cookies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;2. Planters Cashew Halves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;3. Reeses Peanut Butter Cups&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;4. Bubbilicious Gum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;5. Granola Bars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Five songs to which you know all the lyrics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;1. Take A Bow - Madonna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;2. We Belong Together - Mariah Carey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;3. We Be Burnin' - Sean Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;4. Infiltrate - Sean Paul (Baby Blue Lee should remember this one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;5. Hard &amp; Stiff - Shabba Ranks (Lady Serendipity ... sweet memories right??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Five things you would do if you were a millionaire:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ok, being a millionaire in Jamaica does not offer much options so ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;1. Pay off my car loan (J$300,000)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;2. Help my BF a new car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;3. If any is left, some clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;4. Sorry, my million dollars is done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;5. Done! Done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Five bad habits:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;1. Over-analyzing a situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;2. Asking too many questions &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;3. Falling asleep with my TV on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;4. Not hanging up/putting away my clothes when I do my laundry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;5. Letting work related issues get to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Five things you like doing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;1. Having Sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;2. Reading Blogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;3. Cooking &amp; Baking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;4. Watching TV (Sitcoms)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;5. Making people smile/laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Five things you would never wear again:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;1. Baggy MC Hammer pants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;2. Spandex tights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;3. Tie Die anything (at least, not in public anyway)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;4. Clogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;5. Shocking Colour Nail Polish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Five favorite toys:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;1. Hehehe ... naughty naughty naughty stuff, not bought, but in the flesh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;2. PC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;3. Cell Phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;4. My Car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;5. My hair brush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Catch You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-114003627133477778?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/114003627133477778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=114003627133477778&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/114003627133477778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/114003627133477778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2006/02/tagged-by-becky.html' title='Tagged by Becky'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-113950114719096003</id><published>2006-02-09T10:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T11:05:47.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Gun Shots &amp; Grammys</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;It's been a while since I've been here with a post.  I've been very busy and have a lot going on right now.  But, I'm still around and checking your blogs when I get a chance at work or otherwise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;So, as you know, there was again an eruption of violence in the old capital,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.jamaicaobserver.com/news/html/20060208T230000-0500_98304_OBS_SPANISH_TOWN_ERUPTS_AGAIN.asp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Spanish Town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;as a result of the killing of the "reputed" leader of the One Order gang.  I left work early yesterday, not knowing what was happening.  Luckily I stopped on the way and heard about what was happening.  I smartly decided to drive on the toll road instead of the Spanish Town bypass to avoid all the chaos that I knew would be happening.  Yesterday, however, the toll road was not spared from the display of violence as the road was blocked at the stoplight causing a major pile up of traffic to exit the toll road.  Stange-looking men lurking in the bushes ... and not a police man, car, bike, bicycle patrol ... NONE.  In the distance, we could see huge clouds of black smoke rising in the sky, confirming the protest taking place on the by-pass and in the town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I'm so sick and tired of this shit happening every time a "don" is killed.  You can no longer go about your business in safety and comfort.  Several businesses were again forced to close their doors.  How much longer will this continue?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;On a happier note, although falling asleep at a few points, I managed to tune in to the &lt;a href="http://www.grammys.com/Grammy_Awards/Annual_Show/48_nominees.aspx"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;48th Annual Grammy Awards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  Madonna's performance was electrifying and continued to be amazed at how good she looks for her age.  She still has a youthful look about her despite being in her 40s.  Madonna Rocks!!! I Love Her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I have to big up Damian "Junior Gong" Marley for winning the grammy for "Best Urban/Alternative Performance" and "Best Reggae Album" for his sophomore album "Welcome To Jamrock".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;As you can see, I have changed my music video to Kelly Clarkson ... I was happy for her winning the grammy for Best Female Pop Vocal Performance for "Since You've Been Gone", Best Pop Vocal Album for "Breakaway".  I absolutely love Kelly Clarkson, I think the girl can sing! She definitely rocks.  I was also very pleased about Mariah Carey and her winning Best Female R &amp; B album and song and Best Contemporary R &amp;amp; B Album.  I thought her album was extremely good and was a great comeback for her.  She's still a wonderful artiste and glad that she had the success she did with this album.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I'm sure &lt;a href="http://missmargo.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Miss Margo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is doing cartwheels this a.m. after having U2 take home grammys for Song &amp; Album of the Year, Best Rock Performance by a Duo or Group, Best Rock Song and Best Rock Album along with Producer of the Year.  I'll try to check her blog later to see the U2 shrine she has going on over there!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;All in all, it was a good night, I enjoyed other performances - Mariah, Kanye, John Legend, Christina Aguilera &amp; Herbie Hancock, Paul McCartney and many others.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Well, that's a mouthful from CD!  The weekend is coming up so everybody have a good one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-113950114719096003?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/113950114719096003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=113950114719096003&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113950114719096003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113950114719096003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2006/02/of-gun-shots-grammys.html' title='Of Gun Shots &amp; Grammys'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-113894642777042474</id><published>2006-02-03T00:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T01:00:27.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Indiscipline-Frustration-Who Cares?</title><content type='html'>My mother and I had a conversation last night about indiscipline in our society.  She was telling me of a computer class she is currently attending which is for principals.  To my dismay, not shock, the principals were displaying the behaviour of a common worker - showing up for class late if at all, not wanting to complete assignments, disregarding other members in the class who were there to participate and get the most out of the course.  I responded by saying that is why society will be no better because the indiscipline and negativity is at the top and being filtered down to the bottom.  We then began to try to understand why this was so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My theory is that the order of the day for organizations is to maximize profit and resources at the lowest possible cost.  So, people are expected to do more than their "job" for the same pay or less.  The amount of pressure being placed on leaders and their interpretation of that pressure filters down to the most junior person on their staff, thus creating this environment of frustration.   So, no one is willing to "go the extra mile" anymore for their company because they feel that they are being exploited, under-appreciated and not compensated in a meaningful way for their efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are workers though who are the laziest, want to do as little work as possible but want to be paid every month and then some.  These are the same people who run down every single penny they can from the company, nit-picking about every single dollar that they feel is due to them, and never think about how significant their contribution is.  I see it every day in my company and have even been the victim of exploitation because of my abilities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had long since taken a personal decision about my work-life balance and vowed never to put my job before myself, my health, my loved ones and family (i.e., mother, father, boyfriend, boyfriend's parents).  If I have to choose between the two, I will try to ALWAYS choose loved ones.  I have vowed never to carry home work and that once I step through the office door, work is pretty much behind me (even though I am an on-call employee).  Companies are no longer promoting the concept of family as they believe that families come in the way of great things being done by some employees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if companies think about the implications of treating employees in a particular way to damage their loyalty to the company, influence acts of internal fraud and diminish their level of pride and patriotism to the company that pays the bills, buys the clothes, keeps the Appleton V/X flowing.  It is a known fact that if an employee is "satisfied", it improves the level of their job performance and you can count on that employee going above and beyond if necessary and in some cases will offer to do more.  Those days are long gone and companies don't seem to give a shit about that.  They don't seem to be concerned at the effect their displays of behaviour have on performance which ultimately affects their bottom line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if there are better times to come as with automation, globalization and centralization the order of the day, the worker is going to become more and more frustrated ... and then what happens?  I shudder at the thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-113894642777042474?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/113894642777042474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=113894642777042474&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113894642777042474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113894642777042474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2006/02/indiscipline-frustration-who-cares.html' title='Indiscipline-Frustration-Who Cares?'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-113874852364868430</id><published>2006-01-31T17:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T18:11:34.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Raffle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;After not having much to really share in the blogosphere these last few days, I had told myself I wouldn't post anything until I had something meaningful to share.  Then I got this joke today and just know that the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.madbull4.net/weblog/"&gt;Mad Bull&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.madbull4.net/testblog/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Dr. D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;would thoroughly enjoy it ... so this one is for you guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;A man from Kingston moved to the country and bought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;a donkey from an old farmer for $100. The farmer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;agreed to deliver the donkey the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The next day, the farmer drove up and said,&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry, but me have some bad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;news... "The donkey dead."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"Wha'?" "Well den, just gi me back mi money."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"Can't do that. Mi spen dat already."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"OK, then. Just leave the donkey with me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"What you a go do wid him?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"Me a go raffle dat."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"You can't raffle off a dead donkey!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"Yeah man, watch me. Mi just nah tell nobody seh 'im  dead."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;A month later the farmer met up with the Kingston man and asked,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;happen wid dat dead donkey?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"Dat get raffle off boss. Mi sell 500 ticket fi $2 apiece and mek a profit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;of $998."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"Suh nobaddy nuh cuss?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"Ongle di man whey win. So me gi im back im $2"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-113874852364868430?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/113874852364868430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=113874852364868430&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113874852364868430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113874852364868430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2006/01/raffle.html' title='The Raffle'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-113855450884825397</id><published>2006-01-29T11:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T12:08:28.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Company Policy: Effective from January 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;VERY IMPORTANT NOTICE TO ALL EMPLOYEES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Dress Code:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It is advised that you come to work dressed according to your salary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If we see you wearing Prada shoes and carrying a Gucci bag, we assume you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;are doing well financially and therefore do not need a raise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If you dress poorly, you need to learn to manage your money better, so that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;you can buy nicer clothes, and therefore you do not need a raise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If you dress just right, you are right where you need to be and therefore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;you do not need a raise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sick Days:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We will no longer accept a doctor's notes as proof of sickness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If you are able to go to the doctor, you are able to come to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Annual Leave Days:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Each employee will receive 104 Annual Leave days a year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;They are called Saturday &amp; Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;" &gt;Bereavement Leave:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This is no excuse for missing work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There is nothing you can do for dead friends, relatives or co-workers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Every effort should be made to have non-employees attend to the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;arrangements.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In rare cases where employee involvement is necessary,&lt;br /&gt;the funeral should &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;scheduled in the late afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We will be glad to allow you to work through your lunch hour and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;subsequently leave one hour early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Toilet Use:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Entirely too much time is being spent in the toilet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There is now a Strict three-minute time limit in the stalls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;At the end of three minutes, an alarm will sound, the toilet paper roll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;retract, the stall door will open, and a picture will be taken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After your second offence, your picture will be posted on the company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;bulletin board under the Chronic offenders category.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyone caught smiling in the picture will be sanctioned under the company's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;mental health policy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Lunch Break:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Skinny people get 30 minutes for lunch as they need to eat more, so that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;they can look healthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Normal size people get 15 minutes for lunch to get a balanced meal to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;maintain their average figure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Chubby people get 5 minutes for lunch, because that's all the time needed to drink a Slim-Fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thank you for your loyalty to our company..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We are here to provide a positive employment experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Therefore, all questions, comments, concerns, complaints, frustrations,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;irritations, aggravations, insinuations, allegations, accusations,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;contemplation's, consternation and input should be directed elsewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Regards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Management&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Does any of this sound familiar to anyone??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-113855450884825397?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/113855450884825397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=113855450884825397&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113855450884825397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113855450884825397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2006/01/company-policy-effective-from-january.html' title='Company Policy: Effective from January 2006'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-113841664539018566</id><published>2006-01-27T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T21:50:45.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of "Cool" for CD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Well, this has been one of my best weeks ever and I'm loving every minute of it and staying focused on the positive side that it will continue.  One thing for sure that has me smiling is the cold front that is now over Jamaica.  The only problem is that the BF is all the way in Montego Bay working while I'm at home pining over him, missing him like crazy and wishing I was there or he was here .  But, I'll have to make do with my teddy bear that he gave to me, my favourite comforter to keep me warm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Oh ... and it's Friday too!  Have a great weekend everyone. &lt;a href="http://www.sweetim.com/defaultie.asp?ref=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sweetim.com/simiebar/content/emoticons/0002005C.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-113841664539018566?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/113841664539018566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=113841664539018566&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113841664539018566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113841664539018566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2006/01/lots-of-cool-for-cd.html' title='Lots of &quot;Cool&quot; for CD'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-113814369299343231</id><published>2006-01-24T18:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T18:07:13.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What is the Key To My Heart?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Stolen from &lt;a href="http://magyar77.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Peter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  The last 2 paragraphs ... definitely not me at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#fffafa;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when things are straight-forward, and you're told that you're loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are optimistic and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;You think of marriage as something that will confine you. You are afraid of marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;In this moment, you think of love as something you don't need. You just feel like flirting around and playing right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-113814369299343231?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/113814369299343231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=113814369299343231&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113814369299343231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113814369299343231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-is-key-to-my-heart.html' title='What is the Key To My Heart?'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-113814307648718713</id><published>2006-01-24T17:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T17:51:16.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Authorized Dealer</title><content type='html'>I don't recall if I had mentioned that my car (which used to be my father's) was parked and got him by an idiot trying to catch his cell phone to answer it before it fell off the dashboard.  Car was taken in to the dealer on 12/10/05 and we didn't get it back until somewhere about the 19/12/05.   Upon getting back the car, a few problems were identified and the car returned to them on the following week Monday for them to check and fix (at their expense of course after I made it clear in no uncertain terms that I would not be paying).  I had noticed a problem with the car and mentioned it to them at that time and they said when I took the car in for them to fit a part they did not have in stock, they would check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, 16/1/06, take the car in to the dealer for them to fit the previously absent part, explain the problem, leave my car to be checked, agent promised to call me by 2:00 p.m. to let me know what is happening.  3:25 p.m. - no call.  I call and speak to the service manager, he tells me a bunch of crap (which turned out to be a lie) and that he would call me back.  I in turn call my service agent who told me the problems identified and that one of the part was over J$100,000 (approx US$1,500) along with 5 other problems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The long and short of the story is that these new problems (except 1) was as a result of the accident on 12/10 which they had the car in their possession for 9 weeks and did not detect this problem, hence resulting in them now having to send off a supplementary estimate to the Insurance Company to cover these additional damages.  The dealer ... the authorized dealer.  I managed to get this done without telling them a few choice words and several fabrics aka claat! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my car is still with them although the car is "drivable", they asked me if I wanted it to drive now since they have to order the parts and it will take 2 weeks ... I told them no thank you lest they tell me when I bring it back in that I damaged something.  They even offered us a car to drive which we declined since we still kept my old Civic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's dealers for you ... nothing special about them, only the cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-113814307648718713?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/113814307648718713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=113814307648718713&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113814307648718713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113814307648718713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2006/01/your-authorized-dealer.html' title='Your Authorized Dealer'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-113787073682802749</id><published>2006-01-21T14:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T14:12:16.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm A Survivor</title><content type='html'>As you can see, I have not had a chance to post since I've gone back to work as predicted.  I'm very pooped and glad that the weekend is here!  I have a lot to write about, lots of crap happened this week which I will be sharing with you in the blogosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a quick note to let you know I'm still around, haven't forgotten you and have actually sneaked in a read or 2 on some of your blogs in those moments when I felt like I was going to break something at work.  You helped me to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later dudes and dudettes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-113787073682802749?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/113787073682802749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=113787073682802749&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113787073682802749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113787073682802749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-survivor.html' title='I&apos;m A Survivor'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-113745214042980629</id><published>2006-01-16T17:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T17:55:40.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's All Over :-(</title><content type='html'>Well, it's back to work for CoolDestiny.  After a much enjoyful, restful vacation, I must go back to doing my job.  This will mean I won't have as much time on my hands as I did these last 4 weeks,&lt;br /&gt;and as such, may not check your blogs till on the weekends.  However, if I can manage to steal&lt;br /&gt;some time at work to sneak in a blog fix :-), I most definitely will and also when I get home from work if I'm not totally pooped out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have all been great company though during my rest time and for that I say kudos to you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-113745214042980629?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/113745214042980629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=113745214042980629&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113745214042980629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113745214042980629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-all-over.html' title='It&apos;s All Over :-('/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-113734170684583750</id><published>2006-01-15T10:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T11:15:10.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hypocrisy and the Church</title><content type='html'>Yesterday while at the Hairdresser, they were talking about a friend of theirs whose wife died and they had no ends of problems trying to find a church to have the funeral.  They went on to tell me that they had approached the church I became a member of and used to attend for about 15 years, who denied them having the funeral there because the woman was a Informal Commercial Importer (ICI) or what we commonly call "higgler" in Jamaica.  They thought that because of the person she was when she was alive, it would not be in the best interest of the I don't know what of the church, but they would not be able to accomodate a woman who lived in the same community where the church is situated because the patrons would smoke, drink, curse, etc. on the church compound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMHO, the church is there as a community service to its members and the community in which it is located.  I find such demonstration of hypocrisy absolutely wrong.  It goes against basic christian principles to deny those you think to be "unfit" of utilizing a community service.  What they have in essence done is decided that this person is not worthy of a spiritual burial in their place of worship because of the life the person led while they were alive.  Does the church have the right to decide that?  Is this not the church "judging" an individual?  Christianity should be about embracing non-christians.  Jesus himself said in the bible that he comes not to save the righteous, but the sinners.  The epitomy of Christian behaviour was demonstrated by Jesus through the people with whom he interacted while he was on earth.  The "low lifes" of society were the persons he would be seen with and criticized heavily for.  The modern day church is now turning its back on the example set by "the big man".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is because of several hypocricies I witnessed and eventually became the victim of why my desire to be a part of that church community became non-existent.  I know that I shouldn't let the behaviours of others prevent me from participating in the fellowship which is also very important.  However, I refuse to become caught up in the double standard that I see in every church.  I am content in my one-on-one interaction with God and in smaller groups of which I am a part.  And then the church wonders why people do not readily come to be a part of the happy life they preach about.  Until they realize that what will draw people to them is the way in which they live their lives, the Christian fellowship they share with every single individual they come in contact with, and not the acts of shun, judgement, condemnation and condescension (I acutally searched dictionary.com to see if this was spelt right ... and it was!) that they so frequently demonstrate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-113734170684583750?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/113734170684583750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=113734170684583750&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113734170684583750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113734170684583750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2006/01/hypocrisy-and-church.html' title='Hypocrisy and the Church'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-113728650827980728</id><published>2006-01-14T19:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T19:55:08.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trinity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;No, this is not a religious post, it's not a  post about Sean Paul's album, neither is it about Neo's girlfriend from the matrix.  It is actually about an article in the Jamaican Star sometime last week, Tuesday I think,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://jamaica-star.com/thestar/20060109/cleisure/cleisure1.html"&gt;"The Trinity of Jamaican Women"&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The article sought to classify the 3 different types of women in the Jamaican Society: The Idealist, The Virtuous and The Skettel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the article a bit interesting and started to do a calculation in my pretty little head about how these classifications are proportioned across our female population.   What I also found interesting is the slight similarity between this article and some other commentaries which I posted about in &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2006/01/full-control.html"&gt;Full Control.&lt;/a&gt;, but I digress.  When we look at the women in inner city communities, aka ghetto, you are more likely to find the "skettel" type woman, who has 5 children with 7 different fathers, is not working but manages to wear the latest fashion trends, sports the most blinging jewellery.  As the article said, there may be an overlapping of the 3 types of women. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made for some interesting reading and I would love to see a similar article done in honour of the men!&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/7293974-113728650827980728?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/113728650827980728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=113728650827980728&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113728650827980728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113728650827980728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2006/01/trinity.html' title='The Trinity'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-113715572834268344</id><published>2006-01-13T07:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T07:35:28.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OYIF</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;My ever desperate desire to be different has inspired the title of this post ... OYIF -- "Oh Yeah, It's Friday!!!"  Today is the official last day of my vacation and I return to work on Monday ... ugh!  So, since I have nothing real to post about today, here is a smiley for you.  It's an oldie but goodie so enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;A HUSBAND IS AT HOME WATCHING A&lt;br /&gt;FOOTBALL GAME WHEN HIS WIFE  INTERRUPTS,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HONEY, COULD YOU FIX THE LIGHT IN THE HALLWAY?&lt;br /&gt;IT'S BEEN FLICKERING FOR WEEKS NOW."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE LOOK AT HER AND SAYS ANGRILY,&lt;br /&gt;"FIX THE LIGHTS NOW? DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE GE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD? I DON'T THINK SO".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINE,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN THE WIFE ASKS,&lt;br /&gt;"WELL THEN, COULD YOU FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR? IT WON'T CLOSE RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO WHICH HE REPLIED,&lt;br /&gt;"FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR? DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE WESTINGHOUSE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD? I DON'T THINK SO".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINE, SHE SAYS&lt;br /&gt;THEN YOU COULD AT LEAST FIX THE STEPS TO THE FRONT DOOR? THEY ARE ABOUT TO BREAK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'M NOT A DAMM CARPENTER AND I  DON'T WANT TO FIX STEPS".&lt;br /&gt;HE SAYS, "DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE ACE HARDWARE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T THINK SO. I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU. I'M GOING TO THE BAR!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO HE GOES TO THE BAR AND DRINKS FOR A COUPLE OF HOURS....................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE STARTS TO FEEL GUILTY ABOUT HOW HE TREATED HIS WIFE, AND DECIDES&lt;br /&gt;TO GO HOME.  AS HE WALKS INTO THE HOUSE HE NOTICES THAT THE STEPS ARE ALREADY FIXED.&lt;br /&gt;AS HE ENTERS THE HOUSE, HE SEES THE HALL LIGHT IS WORKING.  AS HE GOES TO GET A BEER, HE NOTICES&lt;br /&gt;THE FRIDGE DOOR IS FIXED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HONEY", HE ASKS, "HOW'D ALL THIS GET FIXED?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE SAID, "WELL, WHEN YOU LEFT I  SAT OUTSIDE AND CRIED. JUST THEN A NICE YOUNG MAN ASKED ME&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WAS WRONG, AND I TOLD HIM.  HE OFFERED TO DO ALL THE REPAIRS, AND ALL I HAD TO DO WAS EITHER&lt;br /&gt;GO TO BED WITH HIM OR BAKE A CAKE".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE HUSBAND SAID, "SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU BAKE?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE REPLIED, "HELLOOOOO....DO YOU SEE BETTY CROCKER WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T THINK SO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Have a great Friday everyone!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-113715572834268344?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/113715572834268344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=113715572834268344&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113715572834268344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113715572834268344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2006/01/oyif.html' title='OYIF'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-113699130554242719</id><published>2006-01-11T09:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T09:55:58.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Even Naughtier Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/ATT00019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/400/ATT00019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Someone sent me this picture yesterday. Quite an ingenuitive design for a motor cycle which I'm sure men absolutely enjoy riding. I wonder how much these go for?? &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&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/7293974-113699130554242719?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/113699130554242719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=113699130554242719&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113699130554242719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113699130554242719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2006/01/even-naughtier-wednesday.html' title='Even Naughtier Wednesday'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-113691111429799177</id><published>2006-01-10T11:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T11:38:34.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Naughty Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; font-size: 18pt; font-family: Arial; color: red; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;GIRLS REACTION TO PENIS SIZES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; color: black;"&gt; INCHES -      Oh Shit, pain!!&lt;br /&gt;7 INCHES -      Oh, I'm in heaven&lt;br /&gt;6 INCHES -      OH PERFECT&lt;br /&gt;5 INCHES -      UMMMM OK&lt;br /&gt;4 INCHES -      PUSH MORE&lt;br /&gt;3 INCHES -      IS THAT IN???&lt;br /&gt;2 INCHES -      IDIOT!! JUST USE YOUR TONGUE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-113691111429799177?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/113691111429799177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=113691111429799177&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113691111429799177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113691111429799177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2006/01/naughty-tuesday.html' title='Naughty Tuesday'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-113678791534826807</id><published>2006-01-09T01:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T01:25:15.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress Buster</title><content type='html'>A Happy Monday Morning to you all!  In an effort to cure those Monday morning blues (I'll be needing this next week when I go back to work ... ugh), here is a little stress buster to put a grin on your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" href="http://www2.gamesville.lycos.com/html_poke/poke_penguin.htm"&gt;Poke The Penguin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to poke him 3 times!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C Ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-113678791534826807?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/113678791534826807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=113678791534826807&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113678791534826807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113678791534826807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2006/01/stress-buster.html' title='Stress Buster'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-113668091374542878</id><published>2006-01-07T19:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T06:38:54.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hostel</title><content type='html'>I'm eagerly awaiting the release of the movie, &lt;a href="http://movies.msn.com/movies/article.aspx?news=211243"&gt;Hostel&lt;/a&gt;.  Quentin Tarantino is known for his out of the ordinary style of movie direction and I just love him as a director.  Don't give him much props as an actor, but he shines most when he is behind the cameral.  Quentin has done exceptional movies such as Pulp Fiction, Jackie Brown, Kill Bill 1 &amp; 2 and Sin City.  He is one of those directors you think, "if I'm ever doing a movie, I want him to direct it".  John Woo is another, having directed Face Off (one of my all time favourite movies) and M-I2.  I also appreciate the work of David Fincher, director of Seven (another of my all time favourite movies) and several Madonna productions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the underground DVD market booming, I will do my utmost to get it before it reaches theatres here ... hope no cops are reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-113668091374542878?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/113668091374542878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=113668091374542878&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113668091374542878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113668091374542878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2006/01/hostel.html' title='Hostel'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-113648923175621097</id><published>2006-01-05T14:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T14:27:11.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MR2 vs Evolution IV</title><content type='html'>On New Year's Day, after leaving home for the sole purpose of going to buy Nestle Bon Bons at the Ice Cream Store, the BF and I end up going to Ocho Rios to watch street car racing at Orange Park.  I had a blast.  It was so much fun.  First of all, when we got to the round about to take us to the "race track", there were 3 police jeeps neatly parked up at the corner stopping almost every car with a loud muffler on it for a spot check.  Seeing this, we took a slight detour only to see other racing hungry homosapiens all parked up talking about how much of a "p***yhole di policeman dem is fi a mash up the little racing ting".  After small talk and minor socializing with these unknown people, we decided to head back home and enjoy the fact that we had a really nice drive coming to Ocho Rios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas!  When we turn back ... no police men at the round about.  Soon after, we were heading up to the "track".  Upon reaching there, there were quite a few cars parked up along the side of the road waiting anxiously for the racing to begin.  There were also the same 3 police jeeps scattered among the parked cars.   OK ... so I'm thinking these "a-holes" want some $$$$ so we can do as we please on the public street.  Well, they didn't come anywhere near our direction so I'm not sure what was happening.  Shortly after that, they left and engines started revving, cars started doing 180 turns in the road ... Yes ... the party is about to start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, we waited about 1 hr 45 mins before the first race started.  During this time though, some of the guys were "warming up", speeding their turbo-charged, DOHC V-Tech encines up and down the track I guess baiting up the other racers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long and short of the story is that the MR2 stole the show.  It won almost every race it ran in beating out Sunny GTS Turbo Charged, the Evo IV, V-Tech Civics and Integras.  Don't know what that guy had under the hood but it was moving like a bitch!  The Evo IV was a big disappointment being beat by lowly Nissans and Hondas.  The funny thing was this group of guys standing close to us chanting "Honda" ... which sounded more like "Huuunnnnndaaaaaa".  It was hilarious! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My BF and crew were teasing me about lining up my car ... but I asked them if they wanted to embarrass me in front of all these people.  I also learnt that losers at an event like this, albeit informal, caused several malices between various drivers, whose sole purpose after losing was to do more modifications to their engine to ensure victory at the next street race.  Men!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was good fun though.  I thoroughly enjoyed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-113648923175621097?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/113648923175621097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=113648923175621097&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113648923175621097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113648923175621097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2006/01/mr2-vs-evolution-iv.html' title='MR2 vs Evolution IV'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-113632320896872785</id><published>2006-01-03T16:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T16:20:08.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Control</title><content type='html'>On New Year's Eve Eve, I'm driving along happily in my car listening to some tunes on the radio on my favourite station, the &lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.famefm.fm/"&gt;Blazing Fame 95 FM&lt;/a&gt;.  On my speakers I hear the familiar voice of Shaggy and the veteran Barrington Levy.  The song of choice:  &lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.lyricsmania.com/lyrics/shaggy_lyrics_293/lucky_day_lyrics_1508/full_control_lyrics_17444.html"&gt;"Full Control"&lt;/a&gt;. I'm rocking to the song, listening to the smoothness of the beat and the truthfullness of the words, all along under the impression that this song was on Shaggy's new album ... only to be completely shocked to come home today, search on the net for the song and realize that this song is on Shaggy's 2002 Album, Lucky Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song speaks about independent women who are in full control of their lives, confident, knows how to handle herself, take care of herself, doesn't jump at every man who offers her something, but much prefers to be assured and have her heart secured. I'm sure we can all attest to a man who expresses an interest in you and the first thing that comes out of their mouth is I drive a ...., I live in some popular neighbourhood, I'm a top executive at a company, I have $$$ in the bank, blah blah blah, going on and on about what they have and nothing about who they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day too, while driving to Kingston, I for some reason was listening to Disclosure with Kingsley "Ragashanti" Stewart on Hot 102 where he was speaking of an article in the Flair magazine in the Monday Gleaner, which spoke about &lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.jamaica-gleaner.com/gleaner/20051219/flair/flair3.html"&gt;men selling sex to women&lt;/a&gt;. He expounded on the article and extended the concept to the wider society of men who are now seeking to get with a woman who is financially stable, successfull, achieved by society's standards and basically just give her as much sex as she wants/needs while she takes care of him ... or as we say in Jamaica, "mine him". With more and more women becoming independent, there are 3 types of men:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.   The one that will be supportive, and want to stand beside you as you both make your way up the ladder in life&lt;br /&gt;2.    The ones who will bad mind you, say you slept with some man to get your house, car, job, call you a ho&lt;br /&gt;3.    Those who just want to take advantage of the situation and get as much as they can from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so interesting to think about these things and see how the world operates and changes overtime. All I can say is ladies, keep being independent and strong and strive to find a man who falls in Category 1 above. And men, have enough strength and pride in yourself to be a man in category 1 above.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-113632320896872785?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/113632320896872785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=113632320896872785&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113632320896872785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113632320896872785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2006/01/full-control.html' title='Full Control'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-113604341428240354</id><published>2005-12-31T10:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T10:41:39.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Glückliches neues Jahr"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/Passion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/400/Passion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;This is the beginning of another year. For those of you who had the most challenging year ever, be thankful that despite those challenges, you have made it through to another year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;For those of you who achieved at least 1 dream, now is a time of reflection on those achievements and a time to set new goals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;For those of you who found love, happiness, joy, peace, peace of mind and contentment - smile!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;As we venture in to this new realm of life, I have attached a quote of inspiration -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"PASSION"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I would also like to leave you with these words: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Enough trials to make you strong, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Enough sorrow to keep you human &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Enough hope to make you happy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Glückliches neues Jahr everyone!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&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/7293974-113604341428240354?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/113604341428240354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=113604341428240354&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113604341428240354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113604341428240354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2005/12/glckliches-neues-jahr.html' title='&quot;Glückliches neues Jahr&quot;'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-113587234444022432</id><published>2005-12-29T11:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T11:05:44.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm So Sorry ...</title><content type='html'>Guys, I'm so sorry I ended up not making it.  It would have been so nice to be the "rose among the thorns" seeing that no females showed up.  It would have been even nicer seeing I'm an Alpha old girl as well!  You guys really seemed like you had a good time and I'm truly sorry I missed out on meeting you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll definitely have to do this again, but is there any way I can make it up to you?? ... Any special requests???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-113587234444022432?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/113587234444022432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=113587234444022432&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113587234444022432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113587234444022432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-so-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m So Sorry ...'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-113537394242550091</id><published>2005-12-23T16:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T16:45:48.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Have A Holly Jolly X-Mas :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/Copy%20of%20Christmas%20Tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 102, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/400/Copy%20of%20Christmas%20Tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;To&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; friends&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Blogsville ....... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Here's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Wishing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;yours&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Holly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Jolly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Here's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;fruit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;cake&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;sorrell&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;lots &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;liquor,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;sex,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;stuff&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;come&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;year&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Merry &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;X-Mas &lt;/span&gt;Y'All!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&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/7293974-113537394242550091?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/113537394242550091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=113537394242550091&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113537394242550091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113537394242550091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2005/12/have-holly-jolly-x-mas_23.html' title='Have A Holly Jolly X-Mas :-)'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-113536949834663403</id><published>2005-12-23T15:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T16:37:22.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In My Sister's Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/50/My%20Sister%27s%20Shoes%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(102, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/400/My%20Sister%27s%20Shoes%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very dear friend of mine lent me this book, In My Sister's Shoes by Jetola Anderson-Blair. It is a very inspiring book of short stories written by a Jamaican woman who has had several enlightening experiences in her life in many aspects - professional, personal, spiritual, educational ... you name it, she wrote about it. I found it to be quite uplifting and she spoke in no uncertain terms about how stupid women can be some times in allowing men to treat us like dirt and whatever else was bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the Chapters entitled "You Have To Know When To Leave The Party", speaks about how to know when you need to move on from something, whether it be a job that was making you sick, a relationship that had you sad all the time or someone who was just toxic in your life. Sometimes the fear of letting go overcomes us in life. However, we should understand that our strength is demonstrated when we decide to do one of the hardest things and actually survive the ordeal to tell the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend it to everyone, both male and female as it puts a lot of today issues into perspective. &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/50/My%20Sister%27s%20Shoes%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-113536949834663403?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/113536949834663403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=113536949834663403&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113536949834663403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113536949834663403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2005/12/in-my-sisters-shoes.html' title='In My Sister&apos;s Shoes'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-113488524724651432</id><published>2005-12-18T00:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T00:54:07.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrrreeaaattt!!</title><content type='html'>Friday turned out to be one of the best days of my life for so many reasons of which I'll share 1.  I got a call from my boss today.  I freaked out in a major way when I saw an overseas # calling me on my personal cell phone (gave the work phone to my co-worker ... no work on this vacation!).  I didn't answer cause I thought they were calling me about work and then called my co-worker to find out if there was a crisis.  She proceeded to tell me that the boss needed to talk to me.  I "enthusiastically" asked ... fi wha??  Still not sure what he wanted so I went about my stuff for the day, and called when I thought there was nothing that could make the day go badly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I called my boss and he proceeded to give me some wonderful news.  In a previous post, I mentioned about my performance rating and how disappointed I was at the grade I got because of all the work I'd done this past year.  Well ... after my discussion with him, he communicated with his manager who decided that she wanted to speak with me, and arranged to do so on her visit to Jamaica last week.  The meeting took place, in which I again registered my disappointment in the rating I was given and justified my statement with factual evidence.  She promised that she would look back at it and speak back to my boss about it and let me know.  As I've witnessed the bull shit that happens in the corporate world, I followed suit of our conversation with an email summarizing our discussion and again stating my position.   Believe me, there's a lot more to the story which I had actually started a post on but I'll leave out the sordid details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he called me on Friday to say that my performance rating had been changed to my well-deserved higher grade.  Hence, an improved position for my oh so well deserved bonus payment!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This news came at a time when I needed to hear it most and was so ecstatic that I could barely contain myself when he told me but I managed to just let out a sigh of relief and thank him for such wonderful news.  Needless to say, after he hung up, I let out a scream in my car so loud, I'm sure people in the cars beside me could have heard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was a happy camper on Friday and this has continued into today and I positive that it will continue for the rest of this week. Merry Christmas to me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-113488524724651432?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/113488524724651432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=113488524724651432&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113488524724651432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113488524724651432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2005/12/grrrreeaaattt.html' title='Grrrreeaaattt!!'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-113483460448498050</id><published>2005-12-17T10:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T10:50:04.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;This has been one of the most wonderful weeks for me.  I have truly seen and felt the presence of God in my life and give him thanks for all he has done for me.  In keeping with my joyous spirit, I got 2 emails this morning of true inspiration.  Below is the link from one of the emails.  Just click "View Presentation" after clicking on the link below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theinterviewwithgod.com/"&gt;Interview With God&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;The other email came in the form of picture attachments and for the rest of the week will share one picture each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is Wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-113483460448498050?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/113483460448498050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=113483460448498050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113483460448498050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113483460448498050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2005/12/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-113436207625402906</id><published>2005-12-11T23:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T23:34:36.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazin'</title><content type='html'>I'm on vacation people!  4 long weeks of lazin', chillin', relaxin', doin' nothin' ... lovin' it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-113436207625402906?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/113436207625402906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=113436207625402906&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113436207625402906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113436207625402906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2005/12/lazin.html' title='Lazin&apos;'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-113408539114108946</id><published>2005-12-08T18:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T18:43:11.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>La Risposta</title><content type='html'>I felt a little adventurous this evening and so posted the title of my blog in Italian.  Cool ain't it??  By the end of the post, you should know what it means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to the meat of the matter, as promised, I will be providing you with the link to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.manbottle.com/trivia/Einstein_s_Riddle.htm_answer.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The answer to Einstein's Riddle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/NIOKAL%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-113408539114108946?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/113408539114108946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=113408539114108946&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113408539114108946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113408539114108946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2005/12/la-risposta.html' title='La Risposta'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-113397877671925305</id><published>2005-12-07T13:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T18:48:06.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Banking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I came across this email while searching for another and thought I should share.  For those who work in the banking field, it will be a treat!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Below is an actual letter sent to a bank in the United States. The bank manager thought it amusing enough to have itpublished in the New York Times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Dear Sir: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I am writing to thank you for bouncing my check with which I endeavoured to pay my plumber last month. By my calculations, three nanoseconds must have elapsed between his presenting the check and the arrival in my account of the funds needed to honour it. I refer, of course, to the automatic monthly deposit of my entire salary, an arrangement which, I admit, has only been in place for eight years. You are to be commended for seizing that brief window of opportunity, and also for debiting my account $50 by way of penalty for the inconvenience caused to your bank. My thankfulness springs from the manner in which this incident has caused me to rethink my errant financial ways. I have noticed that whereas I personally attend to your telephone calls and letters, when I try to contact you, I am confronted by the impersonal, overcharging, pre-recorded faceless entity which your bank has become. From now on, I, like you, choose only to deal with a flesh-and-blood person. My mortgage and loan repayments will, therefore and hereafter, no longer be automatic, but will arrive at your bank, by check, addressed personally and confidentially to an employee at your bank whom you must nominate. You will be aware that it is an offence under the Postal Act for any other person to open such an envelope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Please find attached an Application Contact Status which I require your chosen employee to complete. I am sorry it runs to eight pages, but in order that I know as much about him or her as your bank knows about me,there is no alternative. Please note that all copies of his or her medical history must be countersigned by a Notary Public, and the mandatory details of his/her financial situation (income, debts, assets and liabilities) must be accompanied by documented proof. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;In due course, I will issue your employee with a PIN number which s/he must quote in dealings with me. I regret that it cannot be shorter than 28 digits but, again, I have modelled it on the number of button presses required to access my account balance on your phone bank service. As they say, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. Let me level the playing field even further. Press buttons as follows:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;1. To make an appointment to see me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;2. To query a missing payment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;3. To transfer the call to my living room in case I am there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;4. To transfer the call to my bedroom in case I am sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;5. To transfer the call to my toilet in case I am attending to nature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;6. To transfer the call to my mobile phone if I am not at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;7. To leave a message on my computer, a password to access my computer is required. Password will becommunicated at a later date to the Authorised Contact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;8. To return to the main menu and to listen to options 1 through 7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;9. To make a general complaint or inquiry. The contact will then be put on hold, pending the attention of my automated answering service. While this may, on occasion, involve a lengthy wait, uplifting music will play for the duration of the call. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Regrettably, but again following your example, I must also levy an establishment fee to cover the setting up of this new arrangement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;May I wish you a happy, if ever-so-slightly less prosperous New Year? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Your Humble Client,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Banking Customer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-113397877671925305?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/113397877671925305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=113397877671925305&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113397877671925305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113397877671925305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2005/12/banking.html' title='Banking'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-113391849478975896</id><published>2005-12-06T19:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T16:28:24.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>At the request of Miss Margo</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)" href="http://missmargo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Miss Kick-Ass Margo&lt;/a&gt; tagged me with a list which I already did &lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)" href="http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2005/11/seven.html"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;. So, here's the rest of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 screen names I have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1: FlavaBabe&lt;br /&gt;2: CoolDestiny&lt;br /&gt;3: HoneyLove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 physical things I like about myself:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: My smile&lt;br /&gt;2: My Ass...it is to die for&lt;br /&gt;3: My personality ... I'm so precious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 physical things I don't like about myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1: My extra sensitive skin&lt;br /&gt;2: My belly&lt;br /&gt;3: My excema&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 parts of my heritage:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Jamaican&lt;br /&gt;2: Polish&lt;br /&gt;3: ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 things that scare me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1: Cockroaches&lt;br /&gt;2: Evil people&lt;br /&gt;3: Being lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 of my everyday essentials:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Music&lt;br /&gt;2: Cell Phone&lt;br /&gt;3: Computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 of my favorite musicians:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Madonna&lt;br /&gt;2: Usher&lt;br /&gt;3: Mariah Carey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 of my favorite songs:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Have You Ever Really Loved A Woman (Bryan Adams)&lt;br /&gt;2: U Make Me Wanna (Usher)&lt;br /&gt;3: Sky Fits Heaven (Madonna)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 things I want in a relationship:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Trust&lt;br /&gt;2: Passion&lt;br /&gt;3: Humor&lt;br /&gt;3a. Respect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 lies:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: I'm a lesbian&lt;br /&gt;2: I love squid&lt;br /&gt;3: I hate sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 of my hobbies right now:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Blogging&lt;br /&gt;2: Interior Designing&lt;br /&gt;3: Writing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 things I want to do really badly now (with a special someone):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Make hot steamy sweaty passionate love&lt;br /&gt;2: Play a game of Scrabble&lt;br /&gt;3: Talk about everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 careers I've considered doing:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Go Go Dancer&lt;br /&gt;2: Executive Secretary&lt;br /&gt;3: Singer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 places I would like to go on vacation to:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Paris&lt;br /&gt;2: Australia&lt;br /&gt;3: Switzerland (The land of chocolate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 kid's names I like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1: Malik&lt;br /&gt;2: Christanya&lt;br /&gt;3: Anthoneil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 ways that I'm a stereotypical guy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1: I have the sex drive of a man&lt;br /&gt;2: I love racing cars and rally races&lt;br /&gt;3: I love Football (Soccer for the white folks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 ways that I'm a stereotypical girl:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: I'm not a typical girl&lt;br /&gt;2: I emotional&lt;br /&gt;3: I'm a love addict&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 people I would like to see take this quiz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Lady Serendipity&lt;br /&gt;2: CrazySexyCool Bajan&lt;br /&gt;3: BabyBlueLee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-113391849478975896?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/113391849478975896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=113391849478975896&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113391849478975896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113391849478975896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2005/12/at-request-of-miss-margo.html' title='At the request of Miss Margo'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-113373590491353157</id><published>2005-12-04T17:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T17:52:36.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Riddle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;One of my oldest, dearest, bestest friend sent me this riddle. It took him 29 minutes to solve it. Now, he's of a higher intelligence level than I am in my opinion (he thinks differently) so I'm lucky if I get it in under that time. I started working on it today at 5:25 p.m. It is now 5:33 p.m. and I am totally lost! So, as you in my blog circle are such smarties ... give it a crack. The link my friend sent me has the answer linked at the bottom and I have fought very hard not to make that fateful click ... so I'll just place the riddle here and you all take a crack at it. To give everyone a chance, I'll leave the riddle open for suggested answers up to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Tuesday, December 6 at 7:00 p.m. (Jamaica Time)&lt;/span&gt;. Post your answers in the comments and on Wednesday ... no no no ... Thursday, December 8, I will click on the answer and post it. So ... have fun everyone!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;h4&gt;Einstein's Riddle&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;   &lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;ALBERT EINSTEIN'S RIDDLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU IN THE TOP 2% OF INTELLIGENT PEOPLE IN THE WORLD?&lt;br /&gt;SOLVE THE RIDDLE AND FIND OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no tricks, just pure logic, so good luck and don't give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. In a street there are five houses, painted five different colours.&lt;br /&gt;2. In each house lives a person of different nationality&lt;br /&gt;3. These five homeowners each drink a different kind of beverage, smoke&lt;br /&gt;different brand of cigar and keep a different pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE QUESTION: WHO OWNS THE FISH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HINTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Brit lives in a red house.&lt;br /&gt;2. The Swede keeps dogs as pets.&lt;br /&gt;3. The Dane drinks tea.&lt;br /&gt;4. The Green house is on the left of the White house.&lt;br /&gt;5. The owner of the Green house drinks coffee.&lt;br /&gt;6. The person who smokes &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Pall Mall&lt;/st1:place&gt; rears birds.&lt;br /&gt;7. The owner of the Yellow house smokes Dunhill.&lt;br /&gt;8. The man living in the centre house drinks milk.&lt;br /&gt;9. The Norwegian lives in the first house.&lt;br /&gt;10. The man who smokes Blends lives next to the one who keeps cats.&lt;br /&gt;11. The man who keeps horses lives next to the man who smokes Dunhill.&lt;br /&gt;12. The man who smokes Blue Master drinks beer.&lt;br /&gt;13. The German smokes Prince.&lt;br /&gt;14. The Norwegian lives next to the blue house.&lt;br /&gt;15. The man who smokes Blends has a neighbour who drinks water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALBERT EINSTEIN WROTE THIS RIDDLE EARLY DURING THE 19th CENTURY. HE&lt;br /&gt;SAID THAT 98% OF THE WORLD POPULATION WOULD NOT BE ABLE TO SOLVE IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-113373590491353157?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/113373590491353157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=113373590491353157&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113373590491353157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113373590491353157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2005/12/riddle.html' title='A Riddle'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-113367592626701602</id><published>2005-12-04T00:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T00:58:46.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Copy-catting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;So, I'm up again at 12:52 a.m.  It sucks being at home sometimes.  If I was with the bf, I'd be fast asleep in his arms or doing other wonderful stuff in his arms :-) but I digress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I have just copy-catted something from&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" href="http://bajanqueen.blogspot.com"&gt;CrazySexyCool Bajan's blog&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;... streaming video on my blog page.  I'm so tired of stealing stuff from blogs.  I need to come up with something all on my own.  Is that possible? I'm not a programmer and pretty much like my stuff simple but some of the things I see are just so darn cool.  I find some blogs over do it with the graphics, some are elegantly simple, some are ostentatiously cool, some of them downright suck.  Nonetheless, it's always good to hear music while you read so enjoy my current selection of Sean Paul's We Be Burnin' ... this song is tight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning and I'm going back to sleep now.&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/7293974-113367592626701602?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/113367592626701602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=113367592626701602&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113367592626701602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113367592626701602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2005/12/copy-catting.html' title='Copy-catting'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-113333385822777991</id><published>2005-11-30T01:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T01:57:38.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things not to do when you wake up at 1:30 a.m.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.   Try to have a conversation with anyone.  You will either say too much, not                remember having the conversation or both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.   Think that this is a good time to do that spring cleaning you should have done        in             ... spring?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.    Drink coffee, cappucino, lattes, coke or anything that will keep you awake&lt;br /&gt;       ... you do want to sleep right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.   Blog making stupid lists that will have everyone who reads it thinking "huh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.    Do games like &lt;a href="http://i.euniverse.com/funpages/cms_content/6489/a-maze-ing_new_cursor3.swf"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;THIS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sent to you by your evil uncle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.    Try to figure out how to post the cool Movie Quiz sent to you by&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" href="http://ladyserendipity.blogspot.com"&gt;Lady Serendipity&lt;/a&gt;  on this blog for people to do (I'm not doing too well at all ...         I'm at 25/60 with the help of my Dad who got about 3 of them) .... how do you         post links to files though?  I wanna know.&lt;br /&gt;7.   Tell yourself you need to go back to bed but still at the computer trying to                 think of other cool stuff to put on this list.&lt;br /&gt;8.   Realize that you are still asleep and that you're actually sleep-walking,                     sleep-typing and sleep-thinking.&lt;br /&gt;9.    Accept the fact that your list just might not make it to 10.&lt;br /&gt;10.    Ha!  I did make it to 10!!  Good night ... er ... morning everyone!&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/7293974-113333385822777991?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/113333385822777991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=113333385822777991&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113333385822777991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113333385822777991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2005/11/things-not-to-do-when-you-wake-up-at.html' title='Things not to do when you wake up at 1:30 a.m.'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-113294118636372099</id><published>2005-11-25T12:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T12:53:06.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Wish For Jamaican Woman</title><content type='html'>It's Friday. It's pay day.  What more could a girl ask for?  I totally can't wait till 4:30 when I will exit the door of my office, never to see it again until Tuesday morning.  I'll be working in Montego Bay Sunday &amp; Monday ... I welcome the break from the office, the change of scenery and the long drive down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here's a smiley to start the weekend off right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Jamaican woman was walking along the banks of Dunn's River Falls when she stumbled upon a old empty bottle. She picked it up and rubbed it, and&lt;br /&gt;lo-and-behold a Genie appeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She talked with him awhile then the Genie told her he would grant her ONE&lt;br /&gt;wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said she heard from a cousin that she would get three wishes if she ever found a Genie. The Genie said, "Nope, sorry three-wish genies nuh real, me is strictly a ONE-WISH Genie. So... what yuh want?" The woman didn't hesitate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "I want peace in the Middle East. See this map, I want these&lt;br /&gt;countries to stop fighting with each other and I want all the Arabs to love Jews and Americans and vice-versa. It will bring about world peace and harmony. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Genie looked at the map and exclaimed, "Lawd Lady, A wah wrang wid yu? PLEASE BE REASONABLE! Dem countries yah a war fi how much thousands of years. Mi shut up inna dis bockle fi 'bout five hundred of dem dey years. Mi good but mi nuh dat good!  Mi nuh know if mi can grant dis one. Do Lady, mek another wish!! Mi a beg yuh... Be reasonable."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman thought for a minute and said, "Well, I've never been able to find the right Jamaican man... You know, one that is considerate and fun, likes to dance and helps with the cooking &amp; house-cleaning, is great in bed and is FAITHFUL. That's what I wish for... a good Jamaican man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Genie let out a long sigh, shook his head and said, "Mek mi see di map again!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-113294118636372099?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/113294118636372099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=113294118636372099&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113294118636372099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113294118636372099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2005/11/one-wish-for-jamaican-woman.html' title='One Wish For Jamaican Woman'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-113287578305656173</id><published>2005-11-24T18:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T18:43:03.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Motives</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;In the wee hours of Sunday morning, I found myself watching&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0365519/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Motives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;, an interesting story about a man, a woman, a friend, another woman, sex, money, business, murder.  As you probably have figured out by now, there is infidelity, jealousy, revenge and destruction entwined in the plot of this movie.  As any woman will probably think, my mind again wandered into thoughts of infidelity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple years ago, maybe 10, 15 or so, infidelity, cheatin', bun and any other term used to describe this act, was thought to be something done mostly by the male species.  I ask myself, why is it so hard for a man to remain faithful and keep his dick in his pants?  This is not a general occurence as I know that there are men in the world, albeit the minority, who frown on such acts.  What is so interesting to me is that most men who cheat on their partner say that if they found out their partner cheated on them, they would not trust them anymore and may end the relationship.  Why is it that some women are so forgiving when their men blatantly cheat on them?  It never ceases to amaze me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is also interesting is the increase in the number of women who are keeping 2 and 3 men, some to support their "hype" lifestyle, some for sexual pleasure, some to get as much $$ as possible to achieve some materialistic goal.  The truth is, cheating is now an accepted norm, a way of life in our society.  It is no longer thought to be a terrible act for the guilty person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth too is that men do not handle these things as well as women.  It is total devastation to a man if he finds out that his woman is talking to someone else much less rolling around in the sheets, sand, water, carpet, hot coals (smile).   Why do they then continue to dish out what they can't take back?  "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you" means going down on a woman so she'll return the favour ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the guys can tell us what it is that makes another woman so irresistable even if you have the woman of your dreams, meeting your every need waiting for you at home??  I wanna know!&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/7293974-113287578305656173?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/113287578305656173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=113287578305656173&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113287578305656173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113287578305656173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2005/11/motives.html' title='Motives'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-113245790231524937</id><published>2005-11-19T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T22:38:22.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Week!</title><content type='html'>This has been by far one of the worst weeks I've had.  I felt very sad for no reason that I could come up with.  Had many confrontations to deal with .. All in all, I'm glad the week is over and I'm looking forward to a more positive, upbeat, supercool week next week.  If nothing else will cheer me up, pay day is next week so ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more sad note, I saw a dead man today on the road leading to Old Harbour, right in the vicinity of Jamaica Broilers.  He was apparently an elderly man who was riding on a bicycle.  He died on the spot after being hit by a vehicle which seemed to have run over him. I wasn't able to determine which vehicle it was that hit him as there were 2 cars and a truck parked in awkward positions on the sidewalk/grass.  It was just melancholy to know that 1 second before he died, he would not have thought that his # would have been called.  May his soul rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more disgusted note, there was a pile up of traffic lasting 1 1/2 hrs because of this man's dead body in the road.  Yes, there was police on the scene.  However, the simple task of regulating the traffic flow seemed to have eluded them as it was only when they were no longer on the scene that the traffic started to move freely.  Note, I passed this man a total of 3 times going to and from my destination with the BF ... 1 of those times, no traffic, no police on the scene.  On a return trip, police car parked in the middle of the road, policemen leaning up on police car, not directing traffic, no traffic.  On trip 3, police doing  only God knows what, causing the back up of traffic which I could speculate to have reached all the way to May Pen (ok ... a little exaggeration but you get my point).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's basically been my week and weekend.  The highlight of which was the spectacular back massage and facial I got at the spa today!  Absolutely fabulous!!  Tomorrow it will be hair and nails so that should end my weekend on a more smiley note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CoolDestiny out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-113245790231524937?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/113245790231524937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=113245790231524937&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113245790231524937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113245790231524937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-week.html' title='What A Week!'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-113215418430749914</id><published>2005-11-16T15:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T15:16:27.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When will they act?</title><content type='html'>As you may have heard, the Bog Walk Gorge was again flooded last night, leaving close to 200 people stranded after they attempted to cross, with at least one car being washed away by the angry waters of the Rio Cobre River. I'm trying to understand why the authorities have not sought to find a long term solution to this ongoing problem which occurs whenever there is heavy rainfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do they have any idea how frustrating, tiring, annoying it is to drive on the Sligoville Road? Everytime I have to drive there, I say a silent prayer for my car and the wear/tear/battering it will go through driving on that road. There was talk recently about making Sligoville the main thoroughfare to Ocho Rios, and leaving the Bog Walk Gorge and the infamous Flat Bridge as a historical monument of Jamaica. I personally would protest that move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The authorities need to decide once and for all what they intend to do about the recurring situation in the gorge ... and stop pussy-footing around the issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They need to get their act together!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-113215418430749914?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/113215418430749914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=113215418430749914&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113215418430749914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113215418430749914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2005/11/when-will-they-act.html' title='When will they act?'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-113207085779704846</id><published>2005-11-15T11:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T11:07:37.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wha Really a Gwaan?</title><content type='html'>Two things I’ve observed and must write about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traffic …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 2 weeks, it has taken me less than 20 minutes to travel from Portmore to Down Town Kingston … very positive and means I can sleep a little bit longer.  Yes, the Causeway bridge is newly paved, but still a significant amount of pot holes still remain on the thoroughfare … however, no lengthy traffic delays, neither morn or evening …Not complaining.  Loving it big time and hope it will last.  In speaking to my Kingston counterparts however, they are not experiencing the same luxuary.  They still continue to experience significant delays making their way home in the evenings.  Some of them are actually wishing they lived in Portmore when I tell them the time it takes me to get home.  Maybe it's not fair game though, since I'm a "shotta" driver and take many a short-cuts and drive on many a sidewalks (just kidding) ... but still ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teargas … Mayors … and Law suits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, the media reported of an incident in Kingston involving JLP Councillors and Mayors and the police.  &lt;a href="http://www.jamaicaobserver.com/news/html/20051114T210000-0500_92541_OBS_COPS_TEAR_GAS_JLP_MAYORS__COUNCILLORS.asp"&gt;Teargas.&lt;/a&gt;  The story came on the news last night but I saw it this morning and thought it was so dramatic.  The Mayor of Kingston, collapsed on the road after being teargassed by the Police.  The councillors say they were not breaking the law, the law enforcement officials say they were.   People has cunningly suggested that the police are executing their "pay back" to the mayor for towing away police vehicles parked in  no parking zones.   It is indeed unfortunate that the mayor has had to use the police as an example, but one can understand why.  Several of our JCF officers continue to act as though they are above the law, perpetrating and tolerating all manner of lawlessness.  I witnessed a #81 bus on Spanish Town Road, form a 3rd lane going towards 3-Miles.  A police car was coming in the opposite direction, a mobile reserve police car at that, turn a blind eye to the indecency which plagues our roads and was right in front of his face. What has happened to the Zero tolerance the Minister of Security spoke about?  It is not being enforced, and I personally believe that if it was being done, we would have a much better nation.  I commend the Mayor of Kingston on all that he has done and continue to do.  My only fear is that he may be assassinated soon for all that he has done - nuh business who's toe him step pon. We need more people like that in society. I can't speak about the wrongs he does, but for the good I can see, I fully support him and his initiatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the country is at a point where everyone feels the need to take a stand and make a statement.  The masses are frustrated, both the rich and the poor, all classes in society have a sense of enough is enough, the police are also frustrated.  The truth is, we have taken a lot of crap as a people, accepting with open arms whatever is fed to us.  Our Government and other bodies are not held accountable for their actions and as such, continue to exploit, extort and take advantage of us.  They are almost as, if not as bad as the gun men who hold you up and take all your earthly belongings.  We have to take a stand, and make our position known, resolute and strong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will we ever get to that point in our wonderful homeland?  The younger generation are in a position to make a difference, but it will take some time to change the "caan bodda" attitude we have inherited from our pre-decessors.  We must believe that we can change our nation and take the necessary steps to do so.  Are we game?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-113207085779704846?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/113207085779704846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=113207085779704846&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113207085779704846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113207085779704846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2005/11/wha-really-gwaan.html' title='A Wha Really a Gwaan?'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-113201057267020673</id><published>2005-11-14T18:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T18:22:52.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Quick Post</title><content type='html'>Well, I logged on just now to write briefly about my weekend, only to see this constant message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Scheduled Outage at 9PM PST"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;indicating blogger will be down at that time ... so, my post will be even briefer ... (is that a word?) ...ok ... more brief!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a fairly good weekend.  Had a killer migraine headache on Saturday, but I thoroughly enjoyed the BF taking wonderful care of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, had to go to the car wash and have concluded that going to the car wash is one of the biggest time wasters ever known.  I got to my car wash at 9:15 a.m.  They open at 9 and I was car # 27.  I didn't leave until 2:38 p.m.  which was too late for me to get my laundry or my hair and nails done.  So, you can imagine the sight of my hair and nails ... not all bad still, but definitely not looking as spankin' as my car ... it clean yu si!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, on Sunday, I started feeling a sharp pain in my wrist/hand middle and I am fearing that I have Carpal Tunnel Syndrome.  Will be getting that checked out cause that would severly impact my entire life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope y'all have a great week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-113201057267020673?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/113201057267020673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=113201057267020673&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113201057267020673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113201057267020673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2005/11/real-quick-post.html' title='Real Quick Post'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-113186516765050402</id><published>2005-11-13T01:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T18:04:59.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointment</title><content type='html'>Nov. 13, 2005, 1:50 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was a very disappointing day for me. After working so very hard this past year, I met with my manager to discuss my performance and to get my rating, only to hear that I was given an average rating! I was pissed and told him as much. Of course, I maintained professionalism and composure but I was hopping mad. My situation was a bit peculiar as I had been asked to take on a managerial role, while I was still expected to continue in my substantive role. The long and short of it, my substantive role suffered and this is what I was graded on, no consideration given to the additional responsibilities, work load, etc. What a way to show your appreciation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Companies always want to get the most of employees while they give as little as possible. The last couple of months all you hear about is people fighting and losing wage negotiation battles. Everyone trying to improve their purchasing power and by extension their living standards. Companies on the other hand are trying to cut costs, and they usually start by cutting staff or cutting the little man's salary. The top bosses continue to take home the big bucks while the company is paying for their living expenses, employees are struggling to make ends meet. When Jackass seh di worl' nuh level, he knew exactly what he was talking about. Of course, my boss who, with all due respect has always seemed to be in my corner for the most part. But I've learnt to trust no one especially at work because they will do anything to get ahead, even if it means stepping on and crushing the hell out of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with the new financial year starting, I am thinking of giving up this managerial role which should end Dec. 30 but from the looks of things will be extended until only God knows when. I refuse to be used and quite frankly would like do the work I was hired to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-113186516765050402?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/113186516765050402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=113186516765050402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113186516765050402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113186516765050402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2005/11/disappointment.html' title='Disappointment'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-113185796160961372</id><published>2005-11-12T23:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T00:00:33.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Be Kind ..."</title><content type='html'>Lady Serendipity ... This is uncanny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Kind person" src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/PainfulBliss/1113237805_uote.kind1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your wise quote is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be kind to unkind people, they probably need it the most"&lt;br /&gt;by Ashleigh Brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You try to look beyond apperance, try to give&lt;br /&gt;people second chances and are probably very&lt;br /&gt;kind. Understanding is your biggest personality&lt;br /&gt;trait, and those you can see through should be&lt;br /&gt;grateful. If they aren't already. You detest&lt;br /&gt;narrow minded people, because they can't see&lt;br /&gt;what's really there. Facades is not your thing&lt;br /&gt;and you strive to always be who you really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/PainfulBliss/quizzes/What%20wise%20quote%20fits%20you?"&gt;What wise quote fits you? [pics]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-113185796160961372?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/113185796160961372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=113185796160961372&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113185796160961372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113185796160961372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2005/11/be-kind.html' title='&quot;Be Kind ...&quot;'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-113185772376654897</id><published>2005-11-12T23:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T23:57:32.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes ... The Window To Your Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="tigereyes" src="http://images.quizilla.com/L/LA/LAD/LadyTigerEyes/1129934780_ztigereyes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TIGER EYES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have Tiger Eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Positive Traits:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Determined, Passionate, Loyal, Strong, Courageous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Negative Traits:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aggressive, Ambitious, Domineering, Possessive, Vengeful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/LadyTigerEyes/quizzes/Your%20eyes%20are%20the%20windows%20to%20your%20soul.%20What%20type%20of%20eyes%20do%20you%20have?/"&gt;Your eyes are the windows to your soul. What type of eyes do you have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-113185772376654897?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/113185772376654897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=113185772376654897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113185772376654897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113185772376654897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2005/11/eyes-window-to-your-soul.html' title='Eyes ... The Window To Your Soul'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-113153861675187331</id><published>2005-11-09T14:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T14:50:59.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SeVen</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This took me a while but I stole this from &lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)" href="http://magyar77.blogspot.com"&gt;Life's A Trip&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;hosted by my blog twin Peter! These are all in random order by the way ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things I plan to do before I die&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Take a European Cruise&lt;br /&gt;6. Become active in social work&lt;br /&gt;5. Have 2 children&lt;br /&gt;4. Own my own business&lt;br /&gt;3. Do jury duty&lt;br /&gt;2. Go back to NYC ... at least one time!&lt;br /&gt;1. Own a BMW X5&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven things I can do:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Cook and Bake ... love doing those. Can't wait to have my own home!!&lt;br /&gt;6. Make a man feel good ... in every way .... (ok guys, stop drooling)&lt;br /&gt;5. Type real fast ( ... is 120 wpm fast??)&lt;br /&gt;4. Be patient&lt;br /&gt;3. Tell it like it is&lt;br /&gt;2. Be relied on&lt;br /&gt;1.  Love with everything I have&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven things I cannot do:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Tolerate Stupidity&lt;br /&gt;6. Knowingly take advantage of someone&lt;br /&gt;5. Take a crap with someone in the bathroom with me&lt;br /&gt;4. Drive slowly on an open road&lt;br /&gt;3. Intentionally hurt someone (emotionally or physically)&lt;br /&gt;2. Figure out assembling stuff without first reading the instructions at least twice (pathetic ain't it)&lt;br /&gt;1. Pretend to like you when I don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things that I find attractive in a man:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Well groomed eyebrows&lt;br /&gt;6. A man who respects women&lt;br /&gt;5. Wonderful ass&lt;br /&gt;4. An intellectual mind&lt;br /&gt;3. Ambition&lt;br /&gt;2. Luscious lips&lt;br /&gt;1. Unconditional Love &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven things I say most often:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. "Shit"&lt;br /&gt;6. "Oh Fuck"&lt;br /&gt;5. "Yu too lie"&lt;br /&gt;4. "But a wheh di raas yu a seh to mi"&lt;br /&gt;3. "Oh no"&lt;br /&gt;2. "Excuse Me?"&lt;br /&gt;1. "Uh huh"&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seven celebrity crushes&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;7. John Travolta&lt;br /&gt;6. Lorenzo Llamas (anyone remember Falcon Crest)&lt;br /&gt;5. Shemar Moore&lt;br /&gt;4. Harrison Forde&lt;br /&gt;3. Pierce Brosnan&lt;br /&gt;2. LL Cool J (gotta love those lips!!)&lt;br /&gt;1. Boris Kodjoe&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;Seven bloggers I must now tag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;7. Mad Bull&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;6. Serendipity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;5. BabyBlueLee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;4. Small Island Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;3. Rae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;2. Amanda-Jayne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;1. Trouble (can't wait to see his list)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-113153861675187331?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/113153861675187331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=113153861675187331&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113153861675187331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113153861675187331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2005/11/seven.html' title='SeVen'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-113137136628741596</id><published>2005-11-07T08:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T08:49:26.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensationalism</title><content type='html'>Yesterday on my way to Linstead, upon approaching St. John’s road, I got caught up in a funeral procession.  At first, I thought I would have been in for a minor delay as the procession moved towards the turn off to the final resting place for the dead, either at Dovecot or Meadowrest.  Before I had a chance to accept what was happening around me, before I knew it, the road was filled with a sea of cars on either side of me, making 4 lanes in the supposed 2-way street.  The view of pimp-looking men in felt hats and leopard/tiger/alligator print suits is not what I was hoping for in my Sunday afternoon.  Then, there were the grieving females in pants suit fit only for the Quad and dresses fit only for Ceasars.  I shook my head.  Then, a few chains up, were a few buses with loads of people waving anything they could get their hands on, singing and chanting, girls asses hanging out the window, the sight of weaves of all colours.  Soon I saw in my rear view mirror the approach of a full white vehicle, pulling a chariot-type back which carried the casket which contained I suppose the dead body of some area leader or don or gun man whose life was “suddenly” cut short. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t mean to sound sinister in my description of these events, but I have to ask … what has happened to the respect of the dead?  I’m sure that the happenings I witnessed were probably indicative of the life this person lived while on this earth but … gosh … it is just so low, I think.   Anyway, police came to mash up the “party”.  I didn’t wait to see how it turned out because a JDF jeep with soldiers carrying major looking weapons, followed suit behind the police and I just didn’t want to be around if things got ugly as I was caught between the head and the tail of the procession.  After law enforcement passed, I proceeded to turn around to drive on Old Harbour Road instead to make my way to my destination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha!  Thought it was all over as I cruised along OHR, turned onto Featherbed Lane and proceeded through Jobs Lane … and again … I met up on the funeral procession, again causing delay to my journey.  Ugh!Not sure if it was the same one as when I had turned back, I saw 2 other hearses making their way so it turned out to be 3 funeral processions in 1.  Peaceful, decent, law-abiding citizens like myself can’t even make our way without being subjected to the actions and behaviour of the lawless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-113137136628741596?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/113137136628741596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=113137136628741596&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113137136628741596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113137136628741596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2005/11/sensationalism.html' title='Sensationalism'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-113128134925160283</id><published>2005-11-06T07:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T07:49:09.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life Rating</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" style="border: 1px solid #333333; margin: 10px;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="border: none; font: bold 16px sans-serif; background: #ffddbb; color: #000000; padding: 5px; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;This Is My Life, Rated&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 18px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: 1px solid #333333; border-left: none; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 18px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: 1px solid #333333; border-left: none; border-right: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/greblubar.gif" height="12" width="142" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" /&gt; 7.1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/greblubar.gif" height="12" width="134" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" /&gt; 6.7&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Body:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/yelgrebar.gif" height="12" width="96" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" /&gt; 4.8&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Spirit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/blubar.gif" height="12" width="158" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" /&gt; 7.9&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Friends/Family:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/oryelbar.gif" height="12" width="74" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" /&gt; 3.7&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/blupurbar.gif" height="12" width="170" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" /&gt; 8.5&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Finance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/greblubar.gif" height="12" width="142" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" /&gt; 7.1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="border: none; border-top: 1px solid #333333; font: bold 14px sans-serif; background: #ffeedd; padding: 5px; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/life/rate_my_life.html" style="color: #0000ff;"&gt;Take the Rate My Life Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;This I stole from BB.  I do think if you answer the questions in all honesty, then the rating you get should be accurate or as close to reality as possible.  Mine is pretty accurate too.  Didn't tell me anything I didn't already know.  But, I guess sometimes the more you see things or hear things, the more you accept them and decide to take action if necessary.  Have a great week everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-113128134925160283?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/113128134925160283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=113128134925160283&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113128134925160283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113128134925160283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-life-rating.html' title='My Life Rating'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-113128070889689856</id><published>2005-11-06T07:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T07:38:28.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dickology 101</title><content type='html'>The very intuitive &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" href="http://beckybanton.blogspot.com/"&gt;Becky Banton&lt;/a&gt;, being the woman she is, so eloquently asked in her comment if there's a a version of my last post, NC-17, for the guys ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here it is ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pick Your Choice.... Be Honest &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;If you are a dude,which of these do you think you have and be honest with yourself and if you are a female which of these have you had or wish you had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DICKOLOGY 101 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;MISERABLE DICK - When the guy is extremely handsome. He says the right things,does the right things. When it comes to sex, he is lacking in this department. He sucks your tits too hard, kisses your mouth too long, stays around your neck forever, fingers you like a GYN Doctor, licks your pussy like he was in a track meet and has a very small dick. You try to give him some head and only find that you are actually sucking a pacifier. This is so miserable. You think, "how can a guy so fine, so polite have weak game?" To top everything off ladies, how about just when in your mind your going to try to get the best out of this even if you have to make yourself cum and he beats you to the punch. DAMN, I cannot believe he came in 3 minutes!!! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;TOLERABLE DICK - This is funny dick. He eats major pussy. He eats it so good, your knees feel a little weak. It was good enough to make you shed a tear. Then he puts his dick in, for you to realize that you cannot really feel it!! His stroke is irregular and non-rhythmic. You work with it by riding out on it as if you were in a Wild Wild West Movie. You hold your pelvic real tight and try to visualize the last big dick you had to get your mind off this less than filling dick. It's funny because in the man's mind he'll say, that we just have big pussy's from having too much sex and that is why we cannot feel him. Only for them to forget that the pussy is a muscle that accommodates! the size of the penis. If she has had children already it will only shrink so much. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;INTERNET DICK - Well, how would we define this type of dick? You see, online they talk a damn good game. You meet and you fuck. The catch is you had an orgasm online, over the phone and a fake orgasm in person. But, there are some Internet dicks that are exceptions to this definition. Bottom line____________. HE COULD NOT MAKE YOU CUM!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;OVERWHELMED DICK - I believe this dick ladies we all can testify to. Like, Whoa! This is the type of dick you misjudged. You saw some signs of weakness in this man. He always caters to you and really does not discuss what he can do in bed with you. When kissing him, you notice you make his knees weak. You hold out on giving him some and tease him. You know what size dick he has because you have either A:given him some mean-ass head. Or B: Stroked it while he was wearing pants or boxers. So, you thought in your mind, "I am going to pussy feed and whip him." Only to find he laid the "SMACK DOWN" on your pussy. He had you in a figure eight. You were so overwhelmed that you could not even speak. Your whole pre-calculated fuck was down the drain. He had more game than you. He was like an energizer bunny that kept going and going. You could not even hang. Now you look at him in a different light. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;PUNISHABLE DICK - This is the dick that pisses me off the most. You see, the guy you're sleeping with punishes your pussy. If he, had a bad or good day at work, "he punishes your pussy." If he, had a good or bad meal, "he punishes your pussy." If he's pissed off at you, "he punishes your pussy." No matter what, "he punishes your pussy." It is easy to tell if the guy your with falls into this category. He always uses phrases like these when he is fucking you: "DON'T RUN FROM THIS DICK", "AIN'T THIS SOME GOOD DICK, "TELL ME YOU LIKE THIS DICK," "WHAT IS MY NAME," "WHOSE PUSSY THIS BELONGS TO," "I DON'T HEAR YOU TALK! ING SHIT NOW" and finally, "YOU LIKE WHEN DADDY GETS THIS PUSSY AND WHIPS IT!"! While all this is being said, heis literally smacking your ass, fucking your walls sore, sweat is dripping like it was raining and he acts like he is in a fight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY DICK - Ladies who have cheated on their man temporarily can say, "AMEN" to this type of dick. Ladies, this is the type of dick that makes you cry and confess to your man you fucked someone else. The guilty dick made you want to tell everybody. Guilty dick is in a class of it's on. Guilty dick make you look and feel different about the dick you got at home.Guilty dick made you have multiple orgasms. Made you cry and you had no clue to why. This dick is so intense, when it is being administered it sent you in a trance. He has a slow long stroke, sweats on you, asks you if you're comfortable about six times, you started at 6 PM and it is now going on 9PM and he is not tired and has not cum! yet. He licks on your pussy as if hewas a baby cat licking warm milk, he savors it like you're the main coursemeal, he smells it like fine wine and does not rush from the spot, he flipsyou over and begins licking your pussy from the back and your ass at the same time. He takes his fingers and inserts them in your pussy and looks at you, offers you a taste and begins sucking the ice/cum off of his fingers. By now you're in shock and forgot all about your man. You act as if you wanthim to stop, but the pussy is screaming for more. He has at least two inches more than your man. Guilty dick makes you think in your mind for a split second,"Oh Baby! I am sorry." Guilty dick in the end you try to avoid. When you're back with yourman, you're wondering why he cannot perform like guilty dick. You even havethe nerve to get mad and then instruct him to do what guilty dick did to you. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASURABLE DICK - This is good convenient dick. Easy dick. Dick you can call when your body needs a f! ix. You might as well call it "SPLAKEVELLIE." He gives you major head like GUILTY DICK and fucks you like GUILTY DICK.Only thing is, you do not have a man, so you're not feeling guilty. Whenever you call the dick is ready. His dick craves your pussy. This dick is available anytime, anyplace.  (now this is the one I know) &lt;img src="http://graphics.hotmail.com/emsmilep.gif" height="12" width="12" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAWD DAMN DICK! - Ladies, now this is dick that will definitely send you to hell if your not married to it. This dick is just like PLEASURABLE and GUILTY DICK. His dick is any where from 8 to 11inches long and the circumference of a half dollar. This dick makes you numb, cry and pray all at the same time. While he is getting it doggy style you look towards the heavens and say, "GOD DAMN THIS IS SOME GOOD DICK!"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);" &gt;CAP'N DICK - This is the gold mine dick. This dick is the dick that you commit yourself too. You do not cheat on it and you keep it a well kept secret. In fact, you constantly crave and feign for this dick. When you get this dick,! you go through covulsions. This is the dick that makes you EVERREADY. You call in sick from work for it. GOSH!!! This dick is so major it is OVERWHELMED DICK, PEASURABLE DICK, GUILTY DICK, and GOD DAMN DICK all in one. This is the dick that you want to put insurance on, just in case anything should happen to it. This dick makes you stutter while speaking and have you nervous for no reason. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-113128070889689856?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/113128070889689856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=113128070889689856&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113128070889689856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113128070889689856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2005/11/dickology-101.html' title='Dickology 101'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-113001948567498028</id><published>2005-11-05T06:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T06:06:48.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NC-17</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I feel this urge to be naughty on my blog.  Before I continue, the next post is rated &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;NC-17.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; For those who are averse to adult content, need no longer read further in this post as the contents may shock you ... For the other smutty-minded readers - enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;For The Love Of ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;If you are a man, I think that you can agree there are many types of pussy that a man can experience. If you are a woman, I think that you can agree that every man does not react to your pussy the same. &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;These are just some reasons why men act different to different pussies. &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Every man has had at least one or more, if not all, of these and may or may not want to remember the experience.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u1:p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAZY PUSSY&lt;/span&gt;- this is when there is no movement on the woman's part except trying to stop full thrust of the dick into the pussy. She says faster, faster but still is not putting any effort into the action at hand. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;u1:p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE WENDY'S WINDOW PUSSY&lt;/span&gt;- This is the girl you pick up around &lt;st1:time hour="0" minute="30"&gt;12:30 am&lt;/st1:time&gt;, when everyone is sleeping and she knows that you are coming so she is waiting by the door. You don't have to beep the horn or call her from the car because she knows the deal. She usually is not the best looking girl. You are never seen with this girl in public places and you hate &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;span class="grame"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; she mentions your name to her friends. There is no reason to ask how your day was because it is too late for conversation. It is all agreed upon before she even gets in the car. Nine out of ten times, there is no talk of relationship, because that might spoil the mood. &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u1:p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE CONQUERED PUSSY&lt;/span&gt;- This is the girl who teased you for about two or three years and finally you do get your chance and you please the pussy in a way it has never been pleased before. Now, you have this girl calling you and wondering when y'all can HOOK-UP again. There is no pussy better than THE CONQUERED PUSSY. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;u1:p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE ALL-INCLUSIVE PUSSY&lt;/span&gt;- this is when you get all the benefits of sex. The pussy is yours for the taking. &lt;span class="grame"&gt;Whether it is night or day, still in her church dress type pussy.&lt;/span&gt; The pussy smells like roses even after sex and taste better than candy. Not only is the pussy yours whenever or wherever you want it; she gives you ALL the sexual favors you can imagine. The head &lt;span class="grame"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; tremendous, the kind that you write your &lt;span class="spelle"&gt;niggas&lt;/span&gt; in jail about and she can handle the dick when you hit from the back. To top it off, she is not scared to take it in the ass. This is in close running with THE CONQUERED PUSSY for the best pussy to ever get. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;u1:p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE OUT OF TOWN PUSSY&lt;/span&gt;- this is the pussy you met on the last trip you and the &lt;span class="spelle"&gt;fellas&lt;/span&gt; took. She only keeps in touch via email and she does not want a long distance relationship. She visits only at your discretion and always comes alone but is always willing to bring a friend. &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She is number one when you go back to that city and only wants to have lunch to catch up on missed conversation. THE OUT OF TOWN PUSSY is necessary for the &lt;span class="spelle"&gt;travelling&lt;/span&gt; single man. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;u1:p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE FRUSTRATION PUSSY&lt;/span&gt;- this is the girl you call when you need to let some loose. You decide to call her when your day at work is miserable. You may even set this up before leaving work or on the way home. The only reason for this activity to take place is to get your mind off of other things. Afterwards, you might even think to yourself and say why &lt;span class="grame"&gt;did I just do&lt;/span&gt; that. The girl who is receiving the dick usually doesn't mind because she doesn't get much action to begin with. THE &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;FRUSTRATION PUSSY is sometimes THE WENDY'S WINDOW PUSSY. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;u1:p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE FREQUENT FLIER PUSSY&lt;/span&gt;- this is the girl you know is fucking around, but you just don't care. She has lubrications that are half way used already. She always has condom wrappers in the bathroom trash and beer in &lt;span class="grame"&gt;the fridge&lt;/span&gt;. The only reason why you keep fucking is because it's good, she's not bad looking and there could never be a relationship. It has not been proven, but she could have fucked one of the guys you use to go to school with. The pussy is not loose, but it is not THE &lt;span class="grame"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;HANDS ON THE HIPS PUSSY.&lt;/span&gt; I'll get to that later&lt;span class="grame"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TIME TO GO PUSSY&lt;/span&gt;- this is the pussy that when the pants come off of her you can smell the &lt;span class="spelle"&gt;nahh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="spelle"&gt;nahh&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="grame"&gt;Fellas, if this happens it is&lt;/span&gt; not even worth the two bars of soap it will take to get rid of the stench left on your dick. This occurs with girls you bring home from the club, so to avoid this, take a good &lt;span class="spelle"&gt;wiff&lt;/span&gt; while in the car with her or better yet invite her to take a shower with you. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;u1:p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE TOO CLOSE FOR COMFORT PUSSY&lt;/span&gt;- this is the girl everyone expects you to fuck. You haven't touched her because she &lt;span class="grame"&gt;either has&lt;/span&gt; a big mouth, lives next door or is a close friend of the family's relative. &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is also a chance that she is all three. She is cute but you know the consequences. She continues to tease you with the pussy and at any moment when the both of you are alone, she lets you know that she wants to fuck. The best thing to do is fuck her friend. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE HANDS ON THE HIPS PUSSY&lt;/span&gt;- this is the girl that you fucked only one time because she could not handle the dick. No matter position y'all tried, she complains that it hurts. Not only is she screaming like you are murdering the woman, but she puts her hands on your hips so that you can't get your full stroke-on. It is like fucking with half of your dick. She does not know the proper way to suck dick so there is no pleasure there and doggy style to her is just Snoop's first album. This is by far the worst pussy a man can get. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHORTCHANGED PUSSY-&lt;/span&gt;When the woman is extremely sexy and beautiful. She moves the right way and oozes sensuality. When it comes to sex, she has no clue. The very thought of stroking this pussy can make you cum before its time. She talks a good game with no experience. Kissing her is like watching a cartoon. When she tries to guide your dick into her pussy, she cuts it with her nails. By the time you get another boner, her pussy is dry and feels like sandpaper. By the time you get in, you find out that she's tight but can't work her&lt;br /&gt;waistline. You start thinking to yourself, "how can such a fine woman be so feeble? You decide that you're going to make the best of a bad situation and get your rocks off when she says "don't cum in me because I'm not taking anything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; YES M'AM PUSSY-&lt;/span&gt;This is the kind of pussy your mother warned you about. This pussy is often misjudged because of the owners meek mannerisms. She is quiet, reserved, independent and shows no inkling of the treasure that lies between her thighs. She seems to be a scholarly type but not quite prudish. You think to yourself "I'm gonna tear this pussy up," only to find that she was only playing possum. You were so caught off guard that your whole game plan needed instant revision.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was your equal having as much game as you. You must give her credit realizing that you came too close too of having your brains fucked out.&lt;br /&gt;Gentleman, be wary of this pussy and be prepared. Your best defense is a good offense and a long stiff thick dick with staying power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHOA PUSSY-&lt;/span&gt;Men who have cheated on their woman temporarily can say, "AMEN" to this class of pussy or Men whom found his pussy and married it. Men, this is the class of pussy that makes you insane, (if cheating: makes you want to confess to your woman that you fucked someone else. The WHOA pussy made you want to tell somebody. WHOA pussy is in a class of its own. WHOA pussy will make you look and feel different about the pussy you got at home. WHOA pussy makes you bust several nuts (i.e., multiple orgasms).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Makes you want to cry and you have no clue to why. This pussy is so intense, when it is wrapped around your dick or your face it sends you into a trance and you say shit you wouldn't normally say. She has a smooth, undulating motion, constantly asks you if you’re comfortable, she savors it like you're the main course meal. You can get sprung off this type pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; THE STALKER PUSSY-&lt;/span&gt;This is the pussy that pisses you off the most. You see, the woman you boned for a fling or as a favor keeps coming back like a bad cold. If she has a bad day at work, she "stalks your dick." If she has a bad meal, "she stalks your dick." If she has a bad hair day, she "stalks your dick." If she sees an ex, she “stalks your dick." No matter what, she "stalks your dick." It is easy to tell if the woman you're with falls into this category. She always uses phrases like these when she is fucking you: "DON'T RUN FROM THIS” “WHAT'S MY NAME?" "WHO'S DICK IS THIS?" "TALK TO ME DADDY, I DON'T HEAR YOU TALKING!”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GODDAMN PUSSY-&lt;/span&gt;Men, now this is pussy that will definitely send you to hell if you're not&lt;br /&gt;married to it. This pussy is just like YES M'AM and WHOA pussy. Her pussy is snug – tight and juicy. She can accommodate larger than average size dick. She has good control of her pussy muscles which can make any size dick feel like at home. This pussy makes you weak to your knees when she's around you. While you are giving it to her in missionary style, just&lt;br /&gt;the look on her face is enough to make you cum, or while she's Riding on top, you look towards the heavens and say, GODDAMN THIS IS SOME GOOD pussy!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "JAH BLESS" PUSSY-&lt;/span&gt;Gentlemen, this is the gold mine pussy this pussy is the pussy that you commit yourself too. You do not cheat on it and you keep it a well kept secret. In fact, you constantly crave and feign for this pussy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When you get this pussy, you go through convulsions. This is the pussy that makes you READY even when you ain't. You call in sick from work for it. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This pussy is so major it is YES M'AM pussy, WHOA pussy and GODDAMN pussy all in one. This is the pussy that you want to put insurance on, just in case anything should happen to it. This pussy makes you stutter. The pussy you want your future children to come through, the pussy that you're convinced was made strictly for you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-113001948567498028?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/113001948567498028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=113001948567498028&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113001948567498028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113001948567498028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2005/11/nc-17.html' title='NC-17'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-113118771467500093</id><published>2005-11-04T23:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T05:48:34.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Quit!</title><content type='html'>This past week was one of those where I was so close to just taking my bags and all the stuff in my desk and just come home.  I knew being an adult wasn't easy but I didn't count on it being this disgusting at times.  Work just sucks.  I love my job very much.  What I hate about it is the people I have to work with, whether directly or indirectly who are either lazy, stupid or just don't give a shit.  This week was one of those weeks where your activities are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.    Monday morning:  get to work, make your "to do list" for the day.  List has 25 items.&lt;br /&gt;2.     You proceed to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;attempt&lt;/span&gt; to complete tasks 1 by 1. &lt;br /&gt;3.   In the middle of task 1, you get a phone call/fax/email which calls for the interruption of task 1.  The phone/email/fax now becomes task 2 and task 1 becomes task 0.5.&lt;br /&gt;4.   In the middle of now task 2 (notice your list is now at 26 items), you get another                    call/fax/email/visit from customer ... or worse all 4 or 3 out of 4 ... your list is now 30 items&lt;br /&gt;5.     You continue to experience 2, 3, and 4 throughout the entire day.&lt;br /&gt;6.   You are trying so hard to finish what you're doing that you don't even realize that you didn't eat your lunch, much less order it.&lt;br /&gt;7.   At the end of the day, you realize that of your original list of 25, you have only managed to complete 3 items, thus carrying over the incomplete items to add to tomorrow's list of "things to do"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrrr!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ... when you depend on other person/departments to make things run smoothly and they&lt;br /&gt;fuck up royally, it makes you even more pissed off at the situation.   I love a challenge but after doing this job for the past 7 years, I feel that I need to expand my horizons into other areas.  However, I suffer somewhat because I'm the most experienced one in my area, next in line to my boss when it comes to knowing the business we are in.  So, I don't see them letting me go anytime soon.  Not that I'm indispensible but ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this was one of those hellish weeks that had me thinking I should take my 4-weeks vacation starting Monday.  Unfortunately, that won't be possible right now and that sucks big time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I'm just rockin' that it's the weekend, I don't have to be at work (well, sort of ... I work on call), don't have to deal with bull shit and idiots so ... I'm cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a smokin' weekend everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-113118771467500093?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/113118771467500093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=113118771467500093&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113118771467500093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113118771467500093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-quit.html' title='I Quit!'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-113001963160678508</id><published>2005-11-01T09:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T08:58:44.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex Or Something Else?</title><content type='html'>Here is a fun little game I got sometime back and have now decided to share it in the blogosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.modestypanel.com/SorSE/#"&gt;Click Here To Let The Fun Begin!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Let me know how y'all did!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-113001963160678508?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/113001963160678508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=113001963160678508&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113001963160678508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113001963160678508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2005/11/sex-or-something-else.html' title='Sex Or Something Else?'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-113037177474352662</id><published>2005-10-26T19:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T19:09:34.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As we continue to endure the pains of driving in traffic, on roads in desperate need of repairs following the recent rains, prepare for some more wet weather as predicted by the meteorological service, we can take pleasure in the more positive things in life, such as this view taken by me yesterday on my way home on the causeway, in traffic.  &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/283/2974/640/Sunset%20Oct%2025.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #666666; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/283/2974/400/Sunset%20Oct%2025.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-113037177474352662?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/113037177474352662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=113037177474352662&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113037177474352662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113037177474352662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2005/10/as-we-continue-to-endure-pains-of.html' title=''/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-113001056128659840</id><published>2005-10-22T14:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T14:54:36.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/283/2974/640/Gorge%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 102, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/283/2974/400/Gorge%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the rains, now the sunshine and now this. The picture you are looking at is a picture of a section of the Bog Walk gorge. Yes, people, the road that has been blocked/closed since the heavy rains. Don't ask how I got to be taking this pic this morning but for those who might be wondering what it's like around there ... this is only one of the worst sections there. The men who were hustlin' and letting us through, told us that the hole was approximately 10 ft deep and they have filled it with rocks, dirt, etc. to a level so as to allow vehicles to pass. No rally cars please, no lowered VTEC Integras, no Evos, no imprezzas, absolutely nothing lowered. I took some video footage also which I will attempt to post soon but believe me, it was scary looking down into a 10 foot hole. &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-113001056128659840?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/113001056128659840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=113001056128659840&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113001056128659840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/113001056128659840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2005/10/scary.html' title='Scary!!!'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-112984299679418248</id><published>2005-10-20T16:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T16:16:36.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“  …One Bottle of Milk of Magnesia, Please … “</title><content type='html'>Antigua Trip Conclusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food sucked.  Put plainly and simply.  I spend a lot of time in the loo on account of the “fine cuisine” at the hotel.  My stomach is a funny one, doesn’t deal too well with drastic culinary changes.  So, I was well prepared with my trusty stomach aids aka Tums, Extra Strength (maybe I should have put that in the title).  I won’t gross you out with the details of size, frequency, colour, consistency, etc. of by BM … that would be too much for you to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 3 days, Wednesday evening to be exact, was when my tummy was almost back to normal … 2 days before my return home, at which time, my stomach will go through the process all over again!  Not a picnic for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, the week turned out to be nice.  Apart from the learning experience, I got a chance to meet some very nice people, display my singing talent at a Karaoke, displayed my dancing talent to the group as punishment for being late one afternoon, and watching some of the other participants’ tearful goodbyes as we left the hotel on Friday morning.  All in all a good week, with a few (un)-mention-ables …. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C ya everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-112984299679418248?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/112984299679418248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=112984299679418248&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/112984299679418248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/112984299679418248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2005/10/one-bottle-of-milk-of-magnesia-please_20.html' title='“  …One Bottle of Milk of Magnesia, Please … “'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-112975262640998407</id><published>2005-10-19T14:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T15:10:26.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday ... Celebrate ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I really need to stop coming with these "song-inspired" titles ... any guesses for this one?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; I'm home again today having been boxed in by the effects of Wilma, making all major roads on which I would drive to get to work completely impassable.  I was lucky enough to make it through Sligoville and into Portmore but that was where my journey ended.  Another day wasted, another day unproductive, another day of rest.  I don't mind the resting part but when I think about the pile up of work that will be there waiting for me, especially since I'd been gone all of last week, I'm sure whatever rest I've gotten will be eroded in a heartbeat whenever I do get back to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the absence of anything of significance to post, here is a joke for you to have a laugh, no matter how small.  Take care everyone:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Diary of A Woman's 6-Day Bahamas Cruise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;DEAR DIARY .... DAY ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I am all packed and ready to get on the cruise ship. I've packed all my pretty dresses and make-up. I'm really excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;DEAR DIARY .. DAY TWO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;We spent the entire day at sea. It was beautiful and we saw some whales and dolphins. What a wonderful vacation this has started to be. I met the Captain today and he seems like a very nice man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;DEAR DIARY .. DAY THREE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I spent some time in the pool today. I also did some shuffle boarding and hit some golf balls off the deck. The Captain invited me to join him at his table for dinner. I felt honored and we had a wonderful time. He is a very attractive and attentive gentleman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;DEAR DIARY ... DAY FOUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Went to the ship's casino ... did OK ... won about $80. The Captain invited me to have dinner with him in his state room. We had a luxurious meal complete with caviar and champagne. He asked me to stay the night but I declined. I told him there was no way I could be unfaithful to my husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;DEAR DIARY ... DAY FIVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Went back to the pool today and got a little sunburned. I decided to go to the piano bar and spend the rest of the day inside. The Captain saw me and bought me a couple of drinks. He really is a charming gentleman. He again asked me to visit him for the night and again I declined. He told me that if I didn't let him have his way with me he would sink the ship. I was appalled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;DEAR DIARY ... DAY SIX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I saved 1600 lives today .... twice ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-112975262640998407?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/112975262640998407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=112975262640998407&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/112975262640998407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/112975262640998407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2005/10/holiday-celebrate_19.html' title='Holiday ... Celebrate ...'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-112941710593852017</id><published>2005-10-18T12:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T12:20:25.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“ … and your room-mate is … “</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Upon our arrival to the Airport in Antigua, it was pouring pussies and dogs.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We were whisked through customs and immigration, not having to wait in line and were picked up and given a tour of the island by one of the senators.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;We got to the hotel and all looked nice … at first.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We stayed at the Royal Antigua Hotel on the south side of the island.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We proceeded to the check in desk and went through the usual procedure.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After completing the preliminaries, I was told that I would have a room mate, who had already arrived and checked in … A Room-mate??? WTF???&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Now, I would prefer not to have a room-mate, I’m not used to having to share accommodations with a complete stranger.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Don’t get me wrong … I don’t have a problem with having a room-mate.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I have a problem with the sponsoring organization not communicating this ahead of time so as to avoid the “shock and awe” response of everyone who came only to hear that they would be sharing rooms.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;So, I went to my room, wondering who she was, was she cool, all the usual questions … We hit it off so nicely that people thought we knew each other before the seminar.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was amazing at how comfortable we were with each other.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She was skeptical too, and was wondering the same thing I was and neither of us was disappointed … (See, I told you that to know me is to love me, and I’m a very cool person&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;… ).&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My room mate was also very cool, from Guyana, my age and just plain nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Anyway, I found the other persons who came for the seminar to be quite friendly and we meshed like a group on the first night at dinner before the seminar started.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was so refreshing.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Persons from T&amp;amp;T, Barbados, Bermuda, Bahamas, St. Lucia, St. Vincent, Grenada, Antigua (duh) etc., etc., etc.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The training was also very informative.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I’m glad I accepted the invitation to go as I learnt a lot about International Labour Standards and Framework Agreements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Then comes the exciting part …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-112941710593852017?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/112941710593852017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=112941710593852017&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/112941710593852017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/112941710593852017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2005/10/and-your-room-mate-is.html' title='“ … and your room-mate is … “'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-112946239370265732</id><published>2005-10-16T06:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T06:33:13.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Rainin' My Body's Callin'</title><content type='html'>It's been raining consistently for the past 9 days I've been told, only having returned on Friday in rain and it has been raining ever since ... non-stop ... heavy ... light ... moderate ... and all other meteorological terms used to describe the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people are quite annoyed with the rain considering it has caused the postponement of several events scheduled to be celebrated over this holiday weekend.  I can't say I blame them, but for me ... personally ... I LOVE THE RAIN.  Just listening to the sounds of it beating against my window, on my room, my car glass and on me, it is just so soothing, mesmerizing and extremely erotic.  I think the rain is just sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone name the tune and singer of my blog title for today?  Sorry ... no cool prizes to offer but think it might be fun to add a guessing game today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove through the bog walk gorge the on Friday evening and believe me, it is a sight when that Rio Cobre river is as angry as it has been in all this rain.  I took some video of it with my camera and will attempt to post it shortly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my parents and I are going to a sort of family reunion in Westmoreland so I'm just killing time waiting for the bus to come with the rest of the kin to take us down.  I'm not enthused about going on a bus on such a long journey.  I feel  uncomfortable taking a bus from home to work, something I've not done in the past 7 years or so.  So I'm hoping that everything will go well.  I'm silently praying that they will postpone the trip but don't think they will, considering that a few family members came from the states just for the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, good mornin' to y'all and hope you have a great, fun-filled WET WET day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-112946239370265732?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/112946239370265732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=112946239370265732&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/112946239370265732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/112946239370265732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-rainin-my-bodys-callin.html' title='It&apos;s Rainin&apos; My Body&apos;s Callin&apos;'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-112941733882445084</id><published>2005-10-15T18:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T18:02:18.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/283/2974/640/FirstDay.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #666666; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/283/2974/400/FirstDay.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog posts about my trip to Antigua would not be complete without a beautiful view of the sky, sunset to be exact.  This picture is the view from my room at the hotel.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-112941733882445084?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/112941733882445084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=112941733882445084&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/112941733882445084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/112941733882445084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-blog-posts-about-my-trip-to-antigua.html' title=''/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-112941702782993846</id><published>2005-10-15T17:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T17:57:07.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“ … BWee 414, Charlie, Ecko, Romeo to tower … “</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;As mentioned in two previous posts, I traveled to Antigua on Sunday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As usual, my trip is always an eventful one with some amount of excitement.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I met a friend at the airport who was actually going on the same training session as me and was sitting in the seat beside me so that was cool.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We left a little bit late (not surprising) and expected to land in Antigua at 3:55 p.m.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;By the time we took off and were on our way, there was a lot of turbulence as a result of the weather system over the Caribbean.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We took it at face value until we were told by the pilot that we should be arriving in Antigua at 4:00 p.m and at 4:40, we were still in the air circling around the airport&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;because of poor visibility, hence preventing the plane to land, in addition to the fact that there were 2 planes ahead of us also waiting to land.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;You can imagine the anxiety experienced feeling the plane speed up, then slow down, wheels opened only to speed up again, wheels go back in and we do that for a couple of times well without success.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A gentleman across the row took the whole thing so seriously that he took out the life jacket from underneath his seat!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That was not a comforting sight at all.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;We all know that Air J has some of the best pilots in the world.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have flown on several airlines both international and domestic and am yet to come across pilots that handle the aircraft with such skill and expertise.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This was a BWIA flight and when the pilot finally landed, I thought that one of the plane’s tires must have sustained some serious damage. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I mean, it could almost have been described as a “crash” landing the way it sounded and the way it felt.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nonetheless, this was the first time I have applauded when the plane landed … and with good reason.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The BWIA pilot did ok under the circumstances.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;This is just the first part of the story of my Antigua trip so stay tuned!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-112941702782993846?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/112941702782993846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=112941702782993846&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/112941702782993846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/112941702782993846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2005/10/bwee-414-charlie-ecko-romeo-to-tower.html' title='“ … BWee 414, Charlie, Ecko, Romeo to tower … “'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-112941694176365347</id><published>2005-10-15T17:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T17:55:41.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Oral B Triumph</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The day before I left for Antigua, I saw an advertisement on cable for &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" href="http://www.oralb.com/products/product.asp?tid=products&amp;sub=power&amp;amp;cid=power&amp;pid=d25"&gt;“The Oral B Triumph”&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is supposed to be the toothbrush of all toothbrushes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oral B’s slogan ‘ “Brush Like A Dentist” is taking the toothbrush generation to a whole new level.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Long gone are the days where you had a simple reach toothbrush … I’m not sure what there was before, I remember the reach toothbrush and Colgate Toothpaste … the toothpaste issue of which I will get to in a couple minutes.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now-a-days, you have a toothbrush for supposed every known mouth issue – a toothbrush with a tongue scrubber on the opposite side, toothbrush with a dental floss thingie attached to the end, brushes with bristles designed to get between the teeth while brushing, brushes with extra length and at various angles to get to those “difficult to reach back teeth” and I could go on and on.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;As for toothpaste, it is an even greater horror.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s no longer just the regular Colgate.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s now Colgate with Tartar Control, Baking Soda, Whitening, Gingivitis-preventing, mouth-wash, fluoride, mint flavoured, with pesticide and the lord knows what else formulated to give you the freshest breath, the whitest teeth, the cleanest tongue, the most beautiful smile, the most healthy gums and blah blah blah!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;What ever happened to just getting a toothpaste and toothbrush to keep your teeth clean.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Man how times have changed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;With all the products on the market to keep teeth clean and breath fresh, we still have people walking around with bad breath.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It must be because they are so frickin’ confused as to what to get that they just decide to stick with just rinsing their mouth with water!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Later dudes and dudettes …&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-112941694176365347?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/112941694176365347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=112941694176365347&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/112941694176365347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/112941694176365347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2005/10/oral-b-triumph.html' title='The Oral B Triumph'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-112885847791073246</id><published>2005-10-09T06:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T06:49:15.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are we stressed or what???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/283/2974/640/stress2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/283/2974/320/stress2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this email the other day containing four pictures, 1 of which I've posted this morning. The pictures are supposed to tell us if we are stress or not. The pictures are stationery, and the more they move, the more stressed we are ... What you think? &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-112885847791073246?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/112885847791073246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=112885847791073246&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/112885847791073246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/112885847791073246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2005/10/are-we-stressed-or-what.html' title='Are we stressed or what???'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-112877241164751262</id><published>2005-10-08T06:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T06:53:31.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh No ... Not Again!</title><content type='html'>Once again, I will be away from home for 1 week.  I will be travelling to Antigua for a training seminar next week and as such will need to be away from my man ... again.  I know I should be used to this by now, but it's like everytime it happens, it is a little bit harder to deal with and not easier.  We have accepted the fact that I will travel from time to time, but the thought of us being apart is absolute torture.  I'm not sure who is more depressed about it, him or me ... but sometimes I think it is a welcomed break for him ... [you know how you men are :-)].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today will be a busy day in preparation for the trip and for me to get as much lovin' to last me for the time I'm away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the weekend everyone and next week if I don't get to blog while I'm away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-112877241164751262?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/112877241164751262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=112877241164751262&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/112877241164751262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/112877241164751262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2005/10/oh-no-not-again.html' title='Oh No ... Not Again!'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-112868522726148146</id><published>2005-10-07T06:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T06:41:40.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Forces of Evil</title><content type='html'>A couple nights ago, I watched the movie, &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" href="http://www.sonypictures.com/movies/exorcismofemilyrose/site/"&gt;"The Exorcism of Emily Rose"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I have a passion for movies about the supernatural, particularly those that have themes about demonic possession. Among my favourites have been Stigmata and The Ninth Gate, Emily Rose now being added to my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I watch these movies, it gets my mind in a place that is sometimes very scary. I have a curious mind when it comes to the supernatural, demonic possession and religious rituals, but have a fear of being penetrated by the evil forces that control these states of mind. I was brought up in the church and believe in God. While I've not been an active church goer for about 4 years now, my relationship with God has never dwindled. However, the forces of the devil are so strong that I sometimes wonder if I should shy away from watching these types of movies, seeking information about evil. Technology has taken things a step further by incoporating visions of evil in cartoons, made-for-tv movies, video games, things that once were thought of to simply be a means of entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible that all the evil that permeates the earth today be as a result of mankind opening its mind to becoming possessed more easily than in the past? Some of the acts being committed these days leave one only to wonder what could possess a person to commit an act such as those we have seen across the world in the last 10 years or so. Evil has existed since the beginning of time, but have we turned our backs on religion and God, thus making ourselves more vulnerable to be overcome by the dark angel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are questions to which I had the answers. I tread carefully whenever I am putting myself in a position to be exposed to direct evil, and avoid it at all costs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching this movie got me thinking too about how I would deal with a situation such as this, or if I was in the same situation as this young girl, what effect it would have on my family and loved ones. It's very scary but I simply keep God in my midst.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-112868522726148146?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/112868522726148146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=112868522726148146&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/112868522726148146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/112868522726148146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2005/10/forces-of-evil.html' title='Forces of Evil'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-112829720870536688</id><published>2005-10-02T18:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T18:53:28.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/283/2974/640/image001-1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/283/2974/320/image001-1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why help never arrived ... &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-112829720870536688?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/112829720870536688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=112829720870536688&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/112829720870536688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/112829720870536688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2005/10/why-help-never-arrived.html' title=''/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-112813588761546201</id><published>2005-09-30T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T22:04:47.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>World's Best Divorce Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear Connie,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;I know the counselor said we shouldn't contact each other during our "cooling off" period, but I couldn't wait anymore. The day you left, I swore I'd never talk to you again. But that was just the wounded little boy in me talking. Still, I never wanted to be the first one to make contact. In my fantasies, it was always you who would come crawling back to me. I guess my pride needed that. But now I see that my pride has cost me a lot of things. I'm tired of pretending I don't miss you. I don't care about looking bad anymore. I don't care who makes the first move as long as one of us does.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Maybe it's time we let our hearts speak as loudly as our hurt. And this is what my heart says "There's no one like you, Connie." I look for you in the eyes and breasts of every woman I see, but they're not you. They're not even close. Two weeks ago, I met this girl at Flamingos and brought her home with me. I don't say this to hurt you, but just to illustrate the depth of my desperation.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;She was young, maybe 19, with one of those perfect bodies that only youth and maybe a childhood spent ice skating can give you. I mean, just a perfect body. Tits like you wouldn't believe and an ass that just wouldn't quit. Every man's dream, right? But as I sat on the couch being blown by this stunner, I thought, look at the stuff we've made important in our lives. It's all so superficial.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;What does a perfect body mean? Does it make her better in bed? Well, in this case, yes, but you see what I'm getting at. Does it make her a better person? Does she have a better heart than my moderately attractive Connie? I doubt it. And I'm never really thought of that before.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;I don't know, maybe I'm just growing up a little. Later, after I'm tossed her about a half a pint of throat yogurt, I found myself thinking, "Why do I feel so drained and empty?" It wasn't just her flawless technique or her slutty, shameless hunger, but something else. Some nagging feeling of loss. Why did it feel so incomplete? And then it hit me. It didn't feel the same because you weren't there to watch. Do you know what I mean? Nothing feels the same without you. Jesus, Connie, I'm just going crazy without you. And everything I do just reminds me of you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Do you remember Carol, that single mom we met at the Holiday Inn lounge last year? Well, she dropped by last week with a pan of lasagna. She said she figured I wasn't eating right without a woman around. I didn't know what she meant till later, but that's not the real story.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Anyway, we had a few glasses of wine and the next thing you know, we're banging away in our old bedroom. And this tart's a total monster in the sack. She's giving me everything, you know, like a real woman does when she's not hung up about her weight or her career and whether the kids can hear us. And all of a sudden, she spots that tilting mirror on your grandmother's old vanity. So she puts it on the floor and we straddle it, right, so we can watch ourselves. And it's totally hot, but it makes me sad, too. Cause I can't help thinking, "Why didn't Connie ever put the mirror on the floor? We've had this old vanity for what, 14 years, and we never used it as a sex toy."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Saturday, your sister drops by with my copy of the restraining order. I mean, Vicky's just a kid and all, but she's got a pretty good head on her shoulders and she's been a real friend to me during this painful time. She's given me lots of good advice about you and about women in general. She's pulling for us to get back together, Connie, she really is. So we're doing Jell-O shots in a hot bubble bath and talking about happier times. Here's this teenage girl with the same DNA as you and all I can do is think of how much she looked like you when you were 18. And that just about makes me cry.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;And then it turns out Vicky's really into the whole anal thing, that gets me to thinking about how many times I pressured you about trying it and how that probably fuelled some of the bitterness between us. But do you see how even then, when I'm thrusting inside your baby sister's cinnamon ring, all I can do is think of you. It's true, Connie. In your heart you must know it. Don't you think we could start over? Just wipe out all the grievances away and start fresh? I think we can.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;If you feel the same please, please, please let me know.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Otherwise, can you let me know where the fucking remote is?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Love, Dan&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-112813588761546201?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/112813588761546201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=112813588761546201&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/112813588761546201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/112813588761546201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2005/09/worlds-best-divorce-letter.html' title='World&apos;s Best Divorce Letter'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-112799684543695334</id><published>2005-09-29T07:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T07:27:25.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Necessity or Just Because?</title><content type='html'>I remember the days when getting a Masters Degree was done out of a need to do so; to become a doctor, lawyer, nuclear physicist or some profession that required more in depth knowledge.  Now-a-days, it seems that getting a Masters Degree of any sort has become a fashion statement.  I know several persons now who are just doing a masters degree just to say they're doing it and just to eventually say they have one.  They don't believe that it will move them up the corporate ladder in any way, they are not doing it in a field they love or that forms a part of their career goal.  They are just doing it ... just because.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It costs J$1M to do an MBA with no guarantee of a better job, a better pay or even a better life.  It seems the Masters has now become kind of a fashion statement with the to-bes in society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, if I could afford to do the MBA, I would.  But we're talking about enough money to make a deposit on a home or buy a home for that matter and I just don't think I need to do that right now.  My BBA is good enough for now.  There are many persons who are making a decent living without more than a high school diploma ... and I mean legally making a decent living, not criminal elements who survive on extortion or drug-running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I can either:&lt;br /&gt;1) Get a scholarship to do my masters or&lt;br /&gt;2) Have my company pay for me to do my masters or&lt;br /&gt;3) Get a great job so I can afford to pay for my masters or&lt;br /&gt;4) They start giving away masters for little or nothing ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not be caught up in the "fad" of doing a Masters Degree just because.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-112799684543695334?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/112799684543695334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=112799684543695334&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/112799684543695334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/112799684543695334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2005/09/necessity-or-just-because.html' title='Necessity or Just Because?'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-112765937330040165</id><published>2005-09-28T13:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T13:39:30.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>40 Mistakes Men Make ... Season Finale</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;31) NOT BEING IMAGINATIVE ENOUGH.&lt;br /&gt;Imagination is anything from drawing patterns on her back to pouring honey on her and licking it off. Fruit, vegetables, ice and feathers are all handy&lt;br /&gt;props; hot candle wax and permanent dye are a no no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) SLAPPING YOUR STOMACH AGAINST HERS.&lt;br /&gt;There is no less erotic noise. It's as sexy as a belching contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) ARRANGING HER IN STUPID POSES.&lt;br /&gt;If she wants to do advanced yoga in bed, fine, but unless she's a Romanian gymnast, don't get too ambitious. Ask yourself if you want a sexual partner&lt;br /&gt;with snapped hamstrings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;34) LOOKING FOR HER PROSTATE.&lt;br /&gt;Read this carefully: Anal stimulation feels good for men because they have a prostate. Women don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) GIVING LOVE BITES.&lt;br /&gt;It is highly erotic to exert some gentle suction on the sides of the neck, if you do it carefully. No woman wants to have to wear turtlenecks and jaunty&lt;br /&gt;scarves for weeks on end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) BARKING INSTRUCTIONS.&lt;br /&gt;Don't shout encouragement like a coach with a megaphone. It's not a big turn-on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37) TALKING DIRTY.&lt;br /&gt;It makes you sound like a lonely magazine editor calling a 1-900 line. If she likes nasty talk, she'll let you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38) NOT CARING WHETHER SHE COMES.&lt;br /&gt;You have to finish the job. Keep on trying until you get it right, and she might even do the same for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) SQUASHING HER.&lt;br /&gt;Men generally weigh more than women, so if you lie on her a bit too heavily, she will turn blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40) THANKING HER.&lt;br /&gt;Never thank a woman for having sex with you. Your bedroom is not a soup kitchen.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-112765937330040165?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/112765937330040165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=112765937330040165&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/112765937330040165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/112765937330040165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2005/09/40-mistakes-men-make-season-finale.html' title='40 Mistakes Men Make ... Season Finale'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-112765908756152101</id><published>2005-09-27T09:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T09:50:19.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>40 Mistakes Men Make When Having Sex, Pt. 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: black;"&gt;21) NOT COMING SOON ENOUGH.&lt;br /&gt;It may appear to you that humping for an hour without climaxing is the mark of a sex god, but to her it's more likely the mark of a numb vagina. At least buy&lt;br /&gt;some intriguing wall hangings, so she has something to hold her interest while you're playing &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Marathon&lt;/st1:City&gt;  &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Man.&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) ASKING IF SHE HAS COME.&lt;br /&gt;You really ought to be able to tell. Most women make noise. But if you really don't know, don't ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) PERFORMING ORAL SEX TOO GENTLY.&lt;br /&gt;Don't act like a giant cat at a saucer of milk. Get your whole mouth down there, and concentrate on gently rotating or flicking your tongue on her clitoris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) NUDGING HER HEAD DOWN.&lt;br /&gt;Men persist in doing this until she's eyeball-to-penis, hoping that it will lead very swiftly to mouth-to-penis. All women hate this. It's about three steps from being dragged to a cave by their hair. If you want her to use her mouth, use yours; try talking seductively to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) NOT WARNING HER BEFORE YOU CLIMAX.&lt;br /&gt;Sperm tastes like sea water mixed with egg white. Not everybody likes it. When she's performing oral sex, warn her before you come so she can do what's&lt;br /&gt;necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) MOVING AROUND DURING FELLATIO.&lt;br /&gt;Don't thrust. She'll do all the moving during fellatio. You just lie there. And don't grab her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) TAKING ETIQUETTE ADVICE FROM PORN MOVIES.&lt;br /&gt; In X-rated movies, women seem to love it when men ejaculate over them. In real life, it just means more laundry to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) MAKING HER RIDE ON TOP FOR AGES.&lt;br /&gt;Asking her to be on top is fine. Lying there grunting while she does all the hard work is not. Caress her gently, so that she doesn't feel quite so much like&lt;br /&gt;the captain of a schooner. And let her have a rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) ATTEMPTING ANAL SEX AND PRETENDING IT WAS AN ACCIDENT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;This is how men earn a reputation for not being able to follow directions. If you want to put it there, ask her first. And don't think that being drunk is an&lt;br /&gt;excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) TAKING PICTURES.&lt;br /&gt;When a man says, "Can I take a photo of you?" she'll hear the words "__to show my buddies." At least let her have custody of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRAND FINALE ... ALMOST HERE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-112765908756152101?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/112765908756152101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=112765908756152101&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/112765908756152101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/112765908756152101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2005/09/40-mistakes-men-make-when-having-sex_27.html' title='40 Mistakes Men Make When Having Sex, Pt. 3'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-112765905104408088</id><published>2005-09-26T12:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T12:24:26.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>40 Mistakes Men Make When Having Sex, Pt. 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black;"&gt;11) STOPPING FOR A BREAK.&lt;br /&gt;Women, unlike men, don't pick up where they left off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black;"&gt;If you stop, they plummet back to square one very fast. If you can tell she's not there, keep going at&lt;br /&gt;all costs, numb jaw or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) UNDRESSING HER AWKWARDLY.&lt;br /&gt;Women hate looking stupid, but stupid she will look when naked at the waist with a sweater stuck over her head. Unwrap her like an elegant present, not a kid's toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) GIVING HER A WEDGIE DURING FOREPLAY.&lt;br /&gt;Stroking her gently through her panties·&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) BEING OBSESSED WITH THE VAGINA.&lt;br /&gt;Although most men can find the clitoris without maps,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black;"&gt;they still believe that the vagina is where at. No sooner is your hand down there than you're&lt;br /&gt;trying to stuff stolen banknotes up a chimney. This is okay in principle, but if you're not careful, it can hurt - so don't get carried away. It's best to pay&lt;br /&gt;more attention to her clitoris and the exterior of her vagina at first, then gently slip a finger inside her and see if she likes it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) MASSAGING TOO ROUGHLY.&lt;br /&gt;You're attempting to give her a sensual, relaxing&lt;br /&gt;massage to get her in the mood. Hands and fingertips are okay; elbows and knees are not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) UNDRESSING PREMATURELY.&lt;br /&gt;Don't force the issue by stripping before she's at least made some move toward getting your stuff off, even if it's just undoing a couple of buttons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) TAKING YOUR PANTS OFF FIRST.&lt;br /&gt;A man in socks and underpants is at his worst. Lose the socks fist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black;"&gt;18) GOING TOO FAST.&lt;br /&gt;When you get to the penis-in-vagina situation, the worst thing you can do is pump away like an industrial power tool - she'll soon feel like an assembly-line&lt;br /&gt;worker made obsolete by your technology. Build up slowly, with clean, straight, regular thrusts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) GOING TOO HARD.&lt;br /&gt;If you bash your great triangular hip bones into her thigh or stomach, the pain is equal to two weeks of horseback riding concentrated into a few seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) COMING TOO SOON.&lt;br /&gt;Every man's fear. With reason. If you shoot before you see the whites of her eyes, make sure you have a backup plan to ensure her pleasure too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pt. 3 ... coming soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-112765905104408088?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/112765905104408088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=112765905104408088&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/112765905104408088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/112765905104408088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2005/09/40-mistakes-men-make-when-having-sex_26.html' title='40 Mistakes Men Make When Having Sex, Pt. 2'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-112765900200586703</id><published>2005-09-25T09:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T13:55:31.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>40 Mistakes Men Make When Having Sex, Pt. 1</title><content type='html'>Hello my faithful blog mates. I've been M.I.A. for a little while due to the many stresses in life, inflation, Hurricane Katrina &amp;amp; Rita (yeah, I'm jumping on the band wagon) ... but here I am again to stir your interests, peak your curiosities and get some of you annoyed as hell at me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this email today, "40 Mistakes Men Make When Having Sex" ... with a note saying "Only 40 guys, we're steadily improving!" ... sad ain't it?? Nonetheless, I'll be sharing 10 of these interesting little tidbits for the next 4 days or so for your laughing or crying pleasure. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black;"&gt;1) NOT KISSING FIRST.&lt;br /&gt;Avoiding her lips and diving straight for the erogenous zones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black;"&gt;makes her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black;"&gt;feel like you're paying by the hour and trying to get your money's worth by cutting out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black;"&gt;nonessentials. A proper passionate kiss is the ultimate form of foreplay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) BLOWING TOO HARD IN HER EAR.&lt;br /&gt;Admit it, some kid at school told you girls love this. Well, there's a difference between being erotic and blowing as if you're trying to extinguish the candles on your 50th birthday cake. That hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) NOT SHAVING.&lt;br /&gt;You often forget you have a porcupine strapped to your chin which you rake repeatedly across your partner's face and thighs. When she turns her head from side to side, it's not passion, it's avoidance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) SQUEEZING HER BREAST.&lt;br /&gt;Most men act like a housewife testing a melon for ripeness when they get their hand on a pair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black;"&gt;Stroke, caress, and smooth them. ·&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) BITING HER NIPPLES.&lt;br /&gt;Why do men fasten onto a woman's nipples, then clamp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black;"&gt;down like they're trying to deflate her body via her breasts? Nipples are highly sensitive. They can't&lt;br /&gt;stand up to chewing. Lick and suck them gently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black;"&gt;Flicking your tongue across them is good. Pretending they're a doggie toy isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) TWIDDLING HER NIPPLES.&lt;br /&gt;Stop doing that thing where you twiddle the nipples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black;"&gt;between finger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black;"&gt;and thumb like you're trying to find a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black;"&gt;radio station in a hilly area. Focus on the whole&lt;br /&gt;breasts, not just the exclamation points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) IGNORING THE OTHER PARTS OF HER BODY.&lt;br /&gt;A woman is not a highway with just three turnoffs: Breastville East and West, and the Midtown Tunnel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black;"&gt;There are vast areas of her body which you've ignored far too often as you go bombing straight into downtown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black;"&gt;Vagina. So start paying them some attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) GETTING THE HAND TRAPPED.&lt;br /&gt;Poor manual dexterity in the underskirt region can result in tangled fingers and underpants. If you're going to be that aggressive, just ask her to take the&lt;br /&gt;damn things off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) LEAVING HER A LITTLE PRESENT.&lt;br /&gt;Condom disposal is the man's responsibility. You wore it, you store it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) ATTACKING THE CLITORIS.&lt;br /&gt;Direct pressure is very unpleasant, so gently rotate your fingers along side of the clitoris. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for Pt. 2!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-112765900200586703?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/112765900200586703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=112765900200586703&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/112765900200586703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/112765900200586703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2005/09/40-mistakes-men-make-when-_112765900200586703.html' title='40 Mistakes Men Make When Having Sex, Pt. 1'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-112650476064151086</id><published>2005-09-12T00:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T01:02:01.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship Prayer :-)</title><content type='html'>Have A Great Week Everyone! &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/283/2974/1024/image0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/283/2974/400/image0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-112650476064151086?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/112650476064151086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=112650476064151086&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/112650476064151086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/112650476064151086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2005/09/friendship-prayer.html' title='Friendship Prayer :-)'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-112639792103729472</id><published>2005-09-10T19:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T19:18:41.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is how my piggy bank looks after putting 1/2 tank of gas in my car!  Tragic ain't it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/283/2974/1024/image001.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/283/2974/400/image001.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Posted by &lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;Picasa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-112639792103729472?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/112639792103729472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=112639792103729472&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/112639792103729472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/112639792103729472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2005/09/this-is-how-my-piggy-bank-looks-after.html' title=''/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-112628825249569350</id><published>2005-09-09T10:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T12:50:52.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Like ...</title><content type='html'>Feeling like shit today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-112628825249569350?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/112628825249569350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=112628825249569350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/112628825249569350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/112628825249569350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2005/09/feeling-like.html' title='Feeling Like ...'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293974.post-112593386427412837</id><published>2005-09-05T10:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T10:24:24.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rising Stars</title><content type='html'>I don’t know if you have been following Digicel’s Rising Stars competition. If you haven’t, you have been missing a exceptional display of talent!  It is down to the final 4 and it is a stiff competition.  This year’s rising stars finalists are of a high caliber.  It is anybody’s race at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my international readers,  Rising Stars is the Jamaican version of your American Idol.  We have it all down to the Simon wanna be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m rooting for Christopher Martin!  The boy has talent and I think he has what it takes to make it in the music industry in Jamaica.  Not sure about his ability to propel to the international scene but we’ll just have to wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I’ll enter next year!  Have a good one y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293974-112593386427412837?l=cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/feeds/112593386427412837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293974&amp;postID=112593386427412837&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/112593386427412837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293974/posts/default/112593386427412837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooldestinypt1.blogspot.com/2005/09/rising-stars.html' title='Rising Stars'/><author><name>CoolDestiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820254738031453603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/283/2974/1024/purple%20rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
