<?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-26488726</id><updated>2011-09-19T15:22:48.845+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is so funny</title><subtitle type='html'>Often in life we meet people. Some are good and some are bad. But then you get a special person that walks into your life and then everything changes.....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>120</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-8744771807902778106</id><published>2009-06-18T16:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T17:20:09.021+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just passing by and decided to say hello.&lt;br /&gt;Life has just been way too hectic to get any time to write or read any good blogs.&lt;br /&gt;I even lost track of some of my fav site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway if you still visit here occasionally, I hope you are well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-8744771807902778106?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/8744771807902778106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=8744771807902778106&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/8744771807902778106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/8744771807902778106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-passing-by-and-decided-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-7972153307694930365</id><published>2008-04-29T14:06:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T14:15:59.514+02:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while</title><content type='html'>Hi All .. It’s been 2 months since I last posted and the only excuse I have is that my work has kept me way too busy … I haven’t been able to read much of my favorite blogs.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all are well.&lt;br /&gt;Life here has been ticking along…. The economy is slowing down and interest rates are going up. The man in the street is starting to feel the pinch. We’ve been told to curb our spending but then we still have to live somehow.&lt;br /&gt;As for the social scene …  Well not much has changed. I’ve learnt to deal with people who don’t really mean much to me anymore. N… still calls but our conversations are no longer what it used to be. I guess people change and life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;I recently got back from a few days away from the office…. Actually anytime away from the office is a welcoming break.&lt;br /&gt;We’re in Autumn at the moment. The night and early mornings are a bit chilly but the day time temp is still around 24Deg C.  Soon winter will be here but its nothing compared to my friends in the north.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I hope to write more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-7972153307694930365?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/7972153307694930365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=7972153307694930365&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/7972153307694930365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/7972153307694930365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-4335841590558783332</id><published>2008-02-20T14:16:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T14:25:26.240+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid summer nights</title><content type='html'>I've been in silent city for a while. The company I work for has blocked all links to blogspot ( this sucks) On the odd occasion I manage to read my fav blogs... yes , you know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I hope you all are doing okay.&lt;br /&gt;Anna wrote to me today ... glad to hear from you... missed  you.&lt;br /&gt;Since I got back from my holiday it felt as if I've never been on one. Work had been very stressful. I recently did an online servey to see if I could move to Canada ... yep guys .. you might just see me calling on you for some help... I qualified on points. I'm not sure though if i'll be abale to take the weather. We're in mid summer at the moment with day time temps sitting at 32 deg C. We had some good rains a few weeks ago but haven't seen any for the past 7 days. Our winter temps go down to -2 but that only lasts for about 2 or three days.&lt;br /&gt;The summer nights are filled with  hot steamy bodies , cool breezers , the smell of a lady's perfume and lots of erotic stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway chow for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-4335841590558783332?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/4335841590558783332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=4335841590558783332&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/4335841590558783332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/4335841590558783332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2008/02/mid-summer-nights.html' title='Mid summer nights'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-3680621031059465626</id><published>2008-01-10T09:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T10:41:56.345+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I8-G3bJLFwA/R4XFTq-iyhI/AAAAAAAAABI/tPg21dJ5JxQ/s1600-h/DSC00105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153742290340203026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I8-G3bJLFwA/R4XFTq-iyhI/AAAAAAAAABI/tPg21dJ5JxQ/s320/DSC00105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the saying goes ... All good things come to an end.... I'm back at work after a great 4 weeks of sun and surf. The daily temp along the coast was around 30 deg C. With little wind , lots of beautiful women , white sane beaches and perfect waves.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't spent this much time in the sun in years. The kids had a wonderful time. They went back to school yesterday and to top it all its been raining since yesterday morning.&lt;br /&gt;Being back at work makes me want to take another holiday. However someone has to pay the bills.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all had a great christmas and New Year. I wish you all the best for 2008.&lt;br /&gt;The pic is the view I had from my apartment while on holiday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BTW ... Anna , I can't get to your blog any longer. It's restricted. Hope you're okay though&lt;br /&gt;Chow for now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-3680621031059465626?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/3680621031059465626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=3680621031059465626&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/3680621031059465626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/3680621031059465626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2008/01/back-to-life.html' title='Back to life'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I8-G3bJLFwA/R4XFTq-iyhI/AAAAAAAAABI/tPg21dJ5JxQ/s72-c/DSC00105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-8799937066391761167</id><published>2007-12-06T07:54:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T07:54:43.522+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost there</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="930334305-06122007"&gt;4 work days left and  then its PARTY TIME !!!!! ... 4 weeks of glorious sunshine ... white soft beach  sand under my feet. Something cold in my hand. Some lovely company by my side  and thoughts of all the nice things in life. Well that's what I hope it will be.  The weather has been lovely with the day time temp at 30 deg C. The kids are  already on their annual summer vacation. They only go back on the 9th of  January. Large turns 16 in January. Medium starts high school next year and  small starts primary school. I can't believe how the years have passed. Geez  just thinking about it makes me feel old. I hope a you all are doing well. I  probably won't be posting until I get back so let me take this opportunity to  wish you all a happy festive season. May all that is good be with you.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="930334305-06122007"&gt;Take care and chow  for now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-8799937066391761167?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/8799937066391761167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=8799937066391761167&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/8799937066391761167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/8799937066391761167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2007/12/almost-there.html' title='Almost there'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-2206566271413110835</id><published>2007-11-23T09:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T09:30:39.489+02:00</updated><title type='text'>12 work days left</title><content type='html'>12 more work days before I go on a long 4 week vacation. My mind is already in holiday mode however I still have tons of work to complete before then. The weather has been great lately with daytime temps at 30 deg C. The boys just finished their exams and by the looks of it medium and large ( my 2 sons) passed with good marks. They'll get their results in a weeks time.&lt;br /&gt;Medium starts high school next year. Large turns 16 in January. As for queen Bee, her business is picking up fairly well.&lt;br /&gt;We have our annual company Christmas function tonight. This year is a formal black tie event. Hopefully it will be better than last year where it turned out to be F*&amp;amp;^up.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, all couples will have a limit of 10 drinks for the evening, thereafter any additional drinks will be for ones own account. I'm kind of looking forward to it though.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I hope you all are well. Enjoy the weekend and take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow for now ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-2206566271413110835?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/2206566271413110835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=2206566271413110835&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/2206566271413110835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/2206566271413110835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2007/11/12-work-days-left.html' title='12 work days left'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-7871430543734245685</id><published>2007-11-14T15:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T15:14:38.517+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>I’m struggling to find the time to catch up on my blog posts. 4 weeks to go before I go on a month long holiday. I know it’s going to be a long 4 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;The temp today is 39 deg C and we haven’t had rain for over a week.&lt;br /&gt;Update on N… she’s gone overseas for 6 weeks. She called before she left. It went something like this…&lt;br /&gt;She: &lt;em&gt;Hi, how are you doing?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;I’m fine…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: &lt;em&gt;you’ve been pretty quiet lately?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;yeah , I’ve been busy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: &lt;em&gt;I just wanted to tell you I’m going away for 6 weeks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;sure , take care….&lt;/em&gt; click&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean what am I supposed to say  “ I’ll miss you , please keep in touch?”  you treated me like shit for so long , am I supposed to put all that behind me and be all nice? I gave you my heart and you gave it back in pieces.&lt;br /&gt;Not now not ever again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway hope all are well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-7871430543734245685?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/7871430543734245685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=7871430543734245685&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/7871430543734245685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/7871430543734245685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2007/11/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-3232985069773288911</id><published>2007-10-18T12:34:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T12:34:48.251+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi Guys. I've been away for the last month and what a break it was away from work and the usual stuff. No holiday though.&lt;br /&gt;Summer is upon us and we've already had our first summer rains. Overnight everything has turned to green.&lt;br /&gt;The kids wil be writing their final exams in a few weeks time. Medium kid starts high school next year and small starts elementary school.&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking the family on vacation in December for about 4 weeks. Can't wait any longer.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all are doing okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-3232985069773288911?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/3232985069773288911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=3232985069773288911&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/3232985069773288911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/3232985069773288911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2007/10/hi-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-420879907068262707</id><published>2007-09-12T11:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T12:09:15.495+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>Life in Blogland seems quiet today so I decided to post something. 10 years ago today I worked for a very stable company. My career was moving in the right direction. I had some wonderful people in my life. Things were really looking good. Six months later the company runs into trouble and gets bought out by some other major corporate. 90% of the staff gets retrenched including me. It’s like OMG WTF just happened???&lt;br /&gt;Now looking back I realized that if that hadn’t happened I wouldn’t have met the other nice people in my life today. Even though my career stood still for a while I’ve learnt a lot about life and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Today I won’t complain for I am greatful for what I have and I’ll be patient for the things I still want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until later , chow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-420879907068262707?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/420879907068262707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=420879907068262707&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/420879907068262707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/420879907068262707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2007/09/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-3021945130985715165</id><published>2007-09-04T12:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T10:41:56.911+02:00</updated><title type='text'>quiet days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I8-G3bJLFwA/Rt0wzMpMNHI/AAAAAAAAABA/WeCD9Aktt-w/s1600-h/Belasfotos082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106291208633463922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I8-G3bJLFwA/Rt0wzMpMNHI/AAAAAAAAABA/WeCD9Aktt-w/s320/Belasfotos082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The exchange students have gone back home. It was rather sad to see them leave. The boys got used to them and treated them like newly found brothers. We’ll miss them. N… little daughter hasn’t been well these past few days. She’s been for a number of test and the doctors can’t really find the cause of the problem. My heart really hurts when I see a child get sick. I pray for her good health.&lt;br /&gt;My friend goes in for her first cancer treatment tomorrow. My thoughts are with her.&lt;br /&gt;As for me, well I was unsuccessful on my first job interview. Over qualified for the position ! I believe that I’ll get what is good for me.&lt;br /&gt;It looks like we skipped a season … Suddenly the days have gone from cold/ mild to a hot 30 degC.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I hope you all are doing okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow for now &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-3021945130985715165?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/3021945130985715165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=3021945130985715165&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/3021945130985715165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/3021945130985715165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2007/09/quiet-days.html' title='quiet days'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I8-G3bJLFwA/Rt0wzMpMNHI/AAAAAAAAABA/WeCD9Aktt-w/s72-c/Belasfotos082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-801872060030960628</id><published>2007-08-22T09:39:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T09:39:37.172+02:00</updated><title type='text'>New job</title><content type='html'>I’m looking for another job… My Boss gave us our yearly increase in salary and according to him “ I’m doing okay … NOT great just okay” hence the reason for the normal 6% salary increase. Unlike some other people I know who received much more. Be that as it may I decided that its time to move on to better things even if it mean I must learn something new. I was thinking of a new career … Perhaps I should take up crocodile farming. I visited a farm about 2 weeks ago. It is the largest crocodile farm in the southern hemisphere. They have over 20 000 crocs on this farm. The meat and skins are exported for some good money.&lt;br /&gt;On the social front … work and the kids have kept me rather busy as usual. N… is going through a rough time with a sister. F… is always supportive. An old friend called me the other day to say Hi. She’s been diagnosed with cancer and has to start treatment immediately. I truly wish her well and pray for her.&lt;br /&gt;My mom’s going away for 2 months. Since my dad passed away I moved her into a granny cottage on my property. I can see the spark in her eyes have disappeared. I can see how she tries to show she’s happy but there’s still something missing and it will never come back. ( just a little more about my life today)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way chow for now…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-801872060030960628?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/801872060030960628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=801872060030960628&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/801872060030960628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/801872060030960628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2007/08/new-job.html' title='New job'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-360147311280472454</id><published>2007-08-14T15:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T16:00:16.122+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Tuesday</title><content type='html'>I know .. I know … It’s been a few days since I last posted. Work has been rather hectic. I did go away for the weekend and it was a well deserved rest… no sex though but hey the weather was great, the water was warm. Got to do it again soon.&lt;br /&gt;Winter is almost coming to an end…. With the official start of spring just 2 weeks away. My exchange students have been keeping me running around. They go back at the end of the month.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. B… I received your email…&lt;br /&gt;I just popped in to say hello and hope you all are doing well… I’ll be back tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-360147311280472454?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/360147311280472454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=360147311280472454&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/360147311280472454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/360147311280472454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-tuesday.html' title='Happy Tuesday'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-7189040676245478243</id><published>2007-07-30T15:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T15:51:12.469+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad day</title><content type='html'>I’m having a real crappy day and it’s been like this since Friday. I really wasn’t going to post anything but after reading Greeneyes blog I realized that my problems are nothing compared to what she’s going through. Green Eyes , if you reading this .. my heart bleeds for you. I truly hope that everything goes well for you and the kids and that you don’t have to contend with that scumbag in future.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been under quite a bit of stress these past few days and haven’t had anyone to chat to. I need to let off some steam and the one person that used to listen to me (yes N…) is not there for me. F… is too busy working. Apart from them there isn’t many other people I choose to open up to.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway … maybe tomorrow will be a better day&lt;br /&gt; Chow for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-7189040676245478243?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/7189040676245478243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=7189040676245478243&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/7189040676245478243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/7189040676245478243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2007/07/bad-day.html' title='Bad day'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-8230781041668536860</id><published>2007-07-24T16:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T16:45:18.996+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh how I need a holiday right now. Work has kept me busy these few weeks. I haven’t had a chance to socialize or spend time with the kids. However this past weekend we took part in a Fun Walk… Along with 38000 other people. I had some friends also take part in this event but with the size of the crowd I didn’t get to meet them. Yesterday I had to work from home. Didn’t get much work done hence the reason I’m sitting at my desk working and its way past home time.&lt;br /&gt;Supper tonight is going to be a cup of tea and nothing else. I need to start losing some of this winter fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I really need to take a break … I know Miranda in going on a holiday to Texas … I’m excited for you dear.&lt;br /&gt;Sugar … your post are so profound … I luv it&lt;br /&gt;Enigma … I’m waiting for more from you…&lt;br /&gt;Mr. G … I hope you’re into your new job and enjoying it&lt;br /&gt;~Deb … I luv this &lt;em&gt;…”Why can't we look at things for what they are? And those who do (and they are rare) are damn lucky”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FreeBird … I miss you&lt;br /&gt;Anna … Hope you’re doing okay&lt;br /&gt;Erika … Don’t see much of you&lt;br /&gt;Green eyes… Don’t see much of you either .. I hope you’re well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised to post a tip today so here goes … njoy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For her: #46 Ping Me A Love Pong&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of women who are intrigued by the idea of being tied up.&lt;br /&gt;But when it comes to actually trying it, they get cold feet. This is a great&lt;br /&gt;little game that gives your woman a sense of being restrained. In reality,&lt;br /&gt;though, she can get up and end it whenever she wants.&lt;br /&gt;Here's What You Need:&lt;br /&gt;One ping pong ball.&lt;br /&gt;Here's How You Do It:&lt;br /&gt;Get your woman naked. Have her lie on her back in the middle of the&lt;br /&gt;bed with her knees bent and legs slightly apart.&lt;br /&gt;Place the ping pong ball in her navel. Tell your woman that she must not&lt;br /&gt;let the ball roll onto the bed. If she does: "game over."&lt;br /&gt;Now it's up to you to do whatever it takes to make her writhe and squirm&lt;br /&gt;with pleasure (this would probably include some gentle flicks of the&lt;br /&gt;tongue around her nipples and breasts, as well as some serious oral&lt;br /&gt;pleasuring).&lt;br /&gt;Keep going until either the ping pong ball rolls out or your woman erupts&lt;br /&gt;in an earth-shattering orgasm.&lt;br /&gt;Two things to remember here:&lt;br /&gt;1. If the ball rolls out momentarily and then comes to rest back in her&lt;br /&gt;navel, you have to keep going.&lt;br /&gt;2. No fair rocking the bed in an effort to get the ball to roll out just&lt;br /&gt;because your jaw is tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Him: #98 The Beaded Mill&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen those back-massaging seat covers all the New York&lt;br /&gt;taxi drivers use? Well, here's a smaller version for your man's penis that&lt;br /&gt;will drive him absolutely crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Here's What You Need:&lt;br /&gt;One pearl necklace.&lt;br /&gt;Here's How You Do It:&lt;br /&gt;Get your man naked. Have him lie on his back with his legs apart.&lt;br /&gt;Sit in between his legs, "Indian-style." Wrap the pearl necklace loosely&lt;br /&gt;around his penis. Start from the bottom and loop a single strand all the&lt;br /&gt;way to the top.&lt;br /&gt;Now with your palms and fingers out straight, put his pearl-covered penis&lt;br /&gt;between your hands. Rub your hands back and forth (if they were&lt;br /&gt;together, it would look as if you were trying to warm them).&lt;br /&gt;As you move your hands back and forth, the pearls should glide over his&lt;br /&gt;penis, following your hands.&lt;br /&gt;After a minute or so, wrap only one hand around his penis. Move the&lt;br /&gt;pearls up and down along the shaft.&lt;br /&gt;Alternate between the back-and-forth and up-and-down motion until you see more pearls than just what's on the necklace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-8230781041668536860?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/8230781041668536860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=8230781041668536860&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/8230781041668536860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/8230781041668536860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2007/07/oh-how-i-need-holiday-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-4593845441481910308</id><published>2007-07-13T14:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T15:01:51.592+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>It’s amazing how time flies, how we get caught up in our own lives that we forget about those close to us. This past week has been really crazy. I’ve been working 14 hour days and haven’t had much time for those close to me. I don’t know how much longer this is going to carry on but I have to make some free time and somewhere I should make some ME time.&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been glorious with the day time temp sitting at 19degC. Is this the end of winter?.... gawd I hope so. This is the last weekend before the kids start school for the second half of the year. Their school year starts in January each year.&lt;br /&gt;I was just thinking, I haven’t posted a tip in months … ummm next week I’ll post one. I was reading &lt;a href="http://mypursuitofhappiness.blogspot.com/"&gt;Anna’s blog &lt;/a&gt;yesterday and I cried for her … (Anna.. you’re in my thoughts and prayers) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't heard from "Freebird" in a while.. MrsB ..If you're reading this  " I still can't see your blog"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope you’re all well… Take care and have a good weekend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-4593845441481910308?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/4593845441481910308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=4593845441481910308&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/4593845441481910308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/4593845441481910308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2007/07/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-9221548493184986962</id><published>2007-07-03T10:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T12:33:38.986+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Thought</title><content type='html'>Hi guys ... hope you all are well. A quick weather update.... the snow is long gone and the days are warm again. But then again our winters are very mild compared to yours up north.&lt;br /&gt;Today's thought : &lt;em&gt;There are two lives to each of us, the life of our actions, and the life of our minds and hearts. There is a secret self that has its own life, unpenetrated and unguessed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway chow for now ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-9221548493184986962?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/9221548493184986962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=9221548493184986962&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/9221548493184986962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/9221548493184986962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2007/07/todays-thought.html' title='Today&apos;s Thought'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-8684673200354475537</id><published>2007-06-27T10:01:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T10:41:57.417+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I8-G3bJLFwA/RoIbQ33_91I/AAAAAAAAAA4/QGkI8BAselo/s1600-h/DSC00557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080653306318026578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I8-G3bJLFwA/RoIbQ33_91I/AAAAAAAAAA4/QGkI8BAselo/s320/DSC00557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally had some snow last night… 2 inches fell in our city. The last time we saw snow here was in 1981… yes, you read it right 1981! Today the sky is clear with the sun shining brightly. Most of the snow would probably be melted by lunch time. The kids were up early playing in the snow this morning. So you can imagine the excitement, it’s even on all the radio and TV stations. Temp outside this morning is a freezing 2degC. Canadian Flake…. You still want to come over?&lt;br /&gt;I have a quote for today : “Enjoy your life today because yesterday had gone and tomorrow may never come”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I hope you all are well&lt;br /&gt;Chow for now…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-8684673200354475537?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/8684673200354475537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=8684673200354475537&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/8684673200354475537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/8684673200354475537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2007/06/snow.html' title='Snow!'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I8-G3bJLFwA/RoIbQ33_91I/AAAAAAAAAA4/QGkI8BAselo/s72-c/DSC00557.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-3135939806122860802</id><published>2007-06-20T11:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T11:13:11.972+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I’m getting 2 exchange students to come live with the family. They’ll be here in 2 weeks time and will stay for about 2 months. The kids are all excited. I’ve got to get their room ready for them. It’s the first time we’re doing this so I don’t really know what to expect.&lt;br /&gt;The public servants strike is still on. The latest news today is that the gov gave the unions an ultimatum. I wish it would end cos I have some work that can’t get done until these idiots get back to work!!! GRRRR!!!.&lt;br /&gt;The kids want to go to Cape Town for their summer vacation ( which is another 6 months away) but I have to start looking at accommodation and prices. Oh how I wish I didn’t have to worry about how much things will cost… *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Last night I played a game of squash and it was one of my worst games I ever had. I simply couldn’t concentrate and thus landed up losing … well actually I got a beating…&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the weekend is almost here and lots to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;Hope y’all are well&lt;br /&gt; Chow for now…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-3135939806122860802?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/3135939806122860802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=3135939806122860802&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/3135939806122860802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/3135939806122860802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-getting-2-exchange-students-to-come.html' title=''/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-3811232971714809162</id><published>2007-06-18T12:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T10:41:57.762+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from vac</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I8-G3bJLFwA/RnZm7qN-HkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Gqb0kDfPYmY/s1600-h/Island2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077358805038014018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I8-G3bJLFwA/RnZm7qN-HkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Gqb0kDfPYmY/s320/Island2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can’t believe that it’s almost a month since my last post. I was away on vacation with some friends and I almost didn’t come back (see pic) … more about that later. With work commitments I simply couldn’t fine the time to post. This morning I received a comment from Enigma and this made me realise that its been a while.&lt;br /&gt;With winter now at its peak the days are pretty warm at 18deg C. The temp at night drops to about 2 degC . I guess its nothing compared to my blog friends living up north. The kids have been busy with mid term exams and even though we’re going through a public sector strike life still goes on.&lt;br /&gt;Oh while on vacation I was out fishing for sharks and slipped on a rock and busted my knee …. The Doc says it will take about 3 weeks to heal.&lt;br /&gt;On the social front , I haven’t heard from N… in a while. The odd 2 minutes call to say hello is what its come to and personally I feel that its better that way. … Remember the quote I once wrote about? … Never make someone a priority ….&lt;br /&gt;I think my attitude is largely due to the advice of my blog friends and I thank you for it.&lt;br /&gt;F… has been a super friend …. She still keeps in contact and I luv her for it.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I hope you all are well ….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow for now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-3811232971714809162?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/3811232971714809162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=3811232971714809162&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/3811232971714809162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/3811232971714809162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2007/06/back-from-vac.html' title='Back from vac'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I8-G3bJLFwA/RnZm7qN-HkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Gqb0kDfPYmY/s72-c/Island2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-5939142917120434134</id><published>2007-05-21T11:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T11:19:54.202+02:00</updated><title type='text'>winter</title><content type='html'>The first cold snap of winter is upon us. The temp this morning on my way to work was at 4degC. The weather bureau has predicted it to drop to below 0 tonight. Usually these conditions only lasts for a few days at a time so I doubt we’ll see snow this year in our city.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been keeping myself busy these past few weeks. With new projects at work and fighting a flu, my life has been very unexciting. The kids are busy with school. They write their mid term exams in 3 weeks time.&lt;br /&gt;N.. has been very quiet. We’ve been drifting apart these past few months and normally I’d be pissed off about it. I think I’ve come to realize that people come into your life for a reason and a purpose. When you’re no longer needed its time to move on. Hopefully the time spent together will be looked upon with fond memories. We should also learn from the mistakes of the past and be weary of who we let into our lives in future .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I hope you all are doing well&lt;br /&gt; Chow for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-5939142917120434134?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/5939142917120434134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=5939142917120434134&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/5939142917120434134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/5939142917120434134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2007/05/winter.html' title='winter'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-4628228825801060297</id><published>2007-05-18T10:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T10:15:20.971+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>L ife gives Answers in Three ways,&lt;br /&gt;I t says YES and gives Whatever u Want,&lt;br /&gt;I t says NO and gives u Something Better&lt;br /&gt;I t says Wait and gives u the Best&lt;br /&gt;"D on't just Dream. Live you're Dream."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-4628228825801060297?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/4628228825801060297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=4628228825801060297&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/4628228825801060297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/4628228825801060297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2007/05/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-1784532273464801053</id><published>2007-05-11T15:10:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T15:10:23.389+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now I know why I love blogging so much. Thanks to you all for the good advice that you gave in response to my last post. I took a few days off last week to fully recover from this flu.  I feel much better now.&lt;br /&gt;Its Friday and the weekend’s here. I’m busy building a water feature at home and I hope to finish it off this weekend.  Last week Saturday I was really depressed and its amazing how some people can just life you out of a depressed mood. I had a long chat with a dear friend and she really opened my eyes to how fortunate I am and not to look at the things I don’t have. I don’t know if Im making any sense here but believe me it really helped.&lt;br /&gt;In 3 weeks time I go away on my annual fishing trip to the coast. I really need a break away from work and every other stressful thing in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I hope you all are doing well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-1784532273464801053?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/1784532273464801053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=1784532273464801053&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/1784532273464801053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/1784532273464801053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2007/05/now-i-know-why-i-love-blogging-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-570987046277145334</id><published>2007-04-30T09:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T09:35:07.063+02:00</updated><title type='text'>hiding away</title><content type='html'>WOW! … It’s been over a month since I last posted and damn I feel so guilty.  Life has been pretty boring with work and more work. The kids have been busy with school work and stuff. Oh my birthday came and went … Yep I turned 40 last week. At the same time I came down with a flu and stubborn old me decided it would be better to come to work and celebrate my birthday with friends…. Well I’m pretty pissed cos the one person I wanted to really see couldn’t get to see me. She was ‘busy!’ … “okay Zibi get over it NOW!!!”&lt;br /&gt;I should have taken my doctors advice and stayed in bed. Now a week later and I’m still recovering. Winter seems to have come early this year. We had our first cold snap this past weekend with them temp dropping to a minimum of 6degC.&lt;br /&gt;The mid day temp is still hovering around 20deg C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to post some nice tips and quotes on my bolg … So today I decided to share something Fatz sent me last week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Only You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person can make you feel high, &lt;br /&gt;A person can make you feel low. &lt;br /&gt;But only you can decide, &lt;br /&gt;Which way you want to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person can hurt you mentally, &lt;br /&gt;A person can hurt you physically. &lt;br /&gt;But only you can place, &lt;br /&gt;A limit on your abilities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person can cause drama, &lt;br /&gt;A person can cause a situation. &lt;br /&gt;But only you can create, &lt;br /&gt;Your own reputation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person can make you laugh, &lt;br /&gt;A person can make you cry. &lt;br /&gt;But only you can make, &lt;br /&gt;Decisions for your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I'm trying to say, &lt;br /&gt;That when you're living day to day. &lt;br /&gt;Don't live by what people do, &lt;br /&gt;But live by what you know is true. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Anyway , I hope you all are well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow for now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zibi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-570987046277145334?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/570987046277145334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=570987046277145334&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/570987046277145334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/570987046277145334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2007/04/hiding-away.html' title='hiding away'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-6973943100039612997</id><published>2007-03-26T14:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T14:16:45.446+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Power of Acceptance</title><content type='html'>An old friend got in touch with me today. The last time I saw her was 9 years ago. We’re having coffee next week sometime. I’ll tell you more about her later in the week…&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend we had a family get-together. It was wonderful meeting up with family I haven’t seen in ages. So today I feel like I should have stayed at home. This morning when I got into the office I was quite surprised to see comments from &lt;a href="http://mypursuitofhappiness.blogspot.com/"&gt;Anna&lt;/a&gt; and Freebird. Thanks for your comments. It means alot to me.I didn’t think anyone really reads my post anymore especially the mundane things I do from day to day. I know some people enjoyed my tips ..( Haven’t posted one of those in a while ... hmmm watch this space)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a lovely email from &lt;em&gt;F…&lt;/em&gt; today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Power of acceptance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the world seems to be falling down around you, you can choose to fall down with it or you can choose a more positive path. Acceptance will put you on that positive path.&lt;br /&gt;Fighting against negativity only produces more negativity. Yet when you accept what is, no matter how terrible and difficult it may be, you put yourself in a position to start changing it for the better.&lt;br /&gt;Acceptance does not mean giving in or giving up. It means moving on, as in moving on ahead.&lt;br /&gt;There is simply no point in fighting battles which have already been lost, nor is there any point in allowing the loss to continue to slow you down. The smart strategy is to accept it and then put all your energy toward a positive pursuit.&lt;br /&gt;Acceptance does not mean allowing others to take advantage of you. It simply means that you look realistically at what has happened and allow yourself to see the positive opportunities that are most certainly there.&lt;br /&gt;Once you accept what is, you are free to move positively forward. Once you quit fighting, you are free to start achieving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway chow for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-6973943100039612997?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/6973943100039612997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=6973943100039612997&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/6973943100039612997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/6973943100039612997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2007/03/power-of-acceptance.html' title='Power of Acceptance'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-1481323679589072349</id><published>2007-03-23T09:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T09:07:18.572+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Wet Friday</title><content type='html'>Recently I’ve only been posting quotes and stuff but nothing about my life. Not that anyone is really interested in it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I took a few days off from work. Sometimes one needs to just get out of the routine and do something different. It put a new perspective on life. For those who’ve been reading my post since I started almost a year ago (OMG has it been that long already) I haven’t mentioned N… for some time now.  There’s something about this women that just captivates me and I simply cannot get he out of my mind. About 2 months ago I closed off that chapter of my life, decided to move on and enjoy life. I even remember the words on N… “ Want what you have …” . You probably wondering why I brought up the topic of N… , well we still stayed in contact but recently she’s been calling more often and been extra nice to me… even flirting with me. This time round I didn’t fall for it. This is where I need your help… do I just let her carry on the way she is or bring up the topic of her behavior. Previously as soon as we got close she’d push me away and it would throw me off balance. Do you think she’s scared of getting close or does she just want to mess around?  Should I be asking her this question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway chow for now … enjoy the weekend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-1481323679589072349?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/1481323679589072349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=1481323679589072349&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/1481323679589072349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/1481323679589072349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2007/03/wet-friday.html' title='Wet Friday'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-1417409871691497348</id><published>2007-03-22T11:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T10:41:58.312+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I8-G3bJLFwA/RgJQ2Jq_wYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/vnZ9_1ws5TQ/s1600-h/Today.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044683423847793026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I8-G3bJLFwA/RgJQ2Jq_wYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/vnZ9_1ws5TQ/s320/Today.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-1417409871691497348?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/1417409871691497348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=1417409871691497348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/1417409871691497348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/1417409871691497348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2007/03/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I8-G3bJLFwA/RgJQ2Jq_wYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/vnZ9_1ws5TQ/s72-c/Today.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-3627223905011684070</id><published>2007-03-09T13:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T13:51:19.366+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“Love has its own time, season and meaning. You can’t ask it to stay. You can only embrace it when it comes and be glad that for a moment in your life, it was yours."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-3627223905011684070?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/3627223905011684070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=3627223905011684070&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/3627223905011684070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/3627223905011684070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2007/03/love-has-its-own-time-season-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-8481099804307426580</id><published>2007-03-05T15:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T15:49:44.622+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop and consider</title><content type='html'>Before you choose to become angry, consider that your anger is not likely to achieve anything. Remind yourself that there is a more positive and productive response available to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you allow an unexpected distraction to throw you off course, consider that you do have another choice. You can choose to move quickly beyond the distraction, and to stay focused on your original task. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're tempted to feel resentful or sorry for yourself, stop and consider that such feelings will only intensify your difficulties. Choose instead to feel gratitude and to experience the real empowerment it can bring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you just don't feel like making the effort, stop and reconsider. Make the most of each opportunity to create value before that opportunity slips away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it seems that nothing is going your way, consider that in every defeat there are the seeds of triumph. Choose to find the positive aspects and to build on them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you give your time, energy and effort to negativity, stop and thoughtfully consider the implications of what you're about to do. Give yourself the chance to choose a more positive and enriching path.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-8481099804307426580?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/8481099804307426580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=8481099804307426580&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/8481099804307426580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/8481099804307426580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2007/03/stop-and-consider.html' title='Stop and consider'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-138339427981834497</id><published>2007-03-02T14:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T14:45:57.606+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Choose Feelings</title><content type='html'>If your days seem filled with unwanted negative feelings, there is only one cure. When they come, choose them. Don't ask why, don't wonder how, don't fight them and never put yourself down for having them. But most of all never blame someone else for how you feel. If you do, it means you are still fast asleep and your choice is to be a victim. When the feelings come, even big disturbing emotional feelings say, "I choose this feeling" and know it comes because of something you have thought or done in the past, perhaps a certain belief that you have learned or an attachment that is threatened. Choice does not mean you want the feelings, but it does mean you are taking responsibility for them. And that is the beginning of self mastery. It is the first step to the healing and resolving of your emotions. But only the first step. Try this today and then ask yourself what the next step might be. If you are really interested to know, you will come to know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-138339427981834497?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/138339427981834497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=138339427981834497&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/138339427981834497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/138339427981834497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2007/03/choose-feelings.html' title='Choose Feelings'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-6478386871416637566</id><published>2007-02-28T10:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T11:00:52.582+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Some laughs for today</title><content type='html'>A guy bought a new fridge for his house. To get rid of his old fridge,&lt;br /&gt;he put it in his front yard and hung a sign on it saying: "Free to good home.  You want it, you take it." For three days the fridge sat there&lt;br /&gt;without even one person looking twice at it. He eventually decided&lt;br /&gt;that people were too untrusting of this deal. It looked too good to be&lt;br /&gt;true, so he changed the sign to read: "Fridge for sale $50." The next day&lt;br /&gt;someone stole it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They Walk Among Us"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I was walking down the beach with some friends when someone&lt;br /&gt;shouted...."Look at that dead bird!" Someone looked up at the sky and&lt;br /&gt;said..."where???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They Walk Among Us"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While looking at a house, my brother asked the real estate agent&lt;br /&gt;which direction was north because, he explained, he didn't want the&lt;br /&gt;sun waking him up every morning. She asked, "Does the sun rise in the north?" When my brother explained that the sun rises in the east, and has for sometime, she shook her head and said, "Oh, I don't keep up with that stuff."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They Walk Among Us"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to work in technical support for a 24/7 call centre. One day&lt;br /&gt;I got a call from an individual who asked what hours the call centre&lt;br /&gt;was open. I told him, "The number you dialled is open 24 hours a day, 7 days a week." He responded, "Is that Eastern or Pacific time?" Wanting to end&lt;br /&gt;the call quickly, I said, "Uh, Pacific.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They Walk Among Us"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleague and I were eating our lunch in our cafeteria, when we&lt;br /&gt;overheard one of the administrative assistants talking about the sunburn&lt;br /&gt;she got on her weekend drive to the shore. She drove down in a&lt;br /&gt;convertible, but "didn't think she'd get sunburned because the car was moving".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They Walk Among us"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister has a lifesaving tool in her car it's designed to cut&lt;br /&gt;through a seat belt if she gets trapped. She keeps it in the trunk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They Walk Among Us"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends and I were on a beer run and noticed that the cases were&lt;br /&gt;discounted 10%. Since it was a big party, we bought 2 cases. The&lt;br /&gt;cashier multiplied 2 times 10% and gave us a 20% discount on both...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They Walk Among Us"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't find my luggage at the airport baggage area. So I went&lt;br /&gt;to the lost luggage office and told the woman there that my bags never&lt;br /&gt;showed up.  She smiled and told me not to worry because she was a&lt;br /&gt;trained professional and I was in good hands. "Now," she asked me, "has your&lt;br /&gt;plane arrived yet?"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They Walk Among Us"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While working at a pizza parlour I observed a man ordering a small&lt;br /&gt;pizza to go. He appeared to be alone and the cook asked him if he&lt;br /&gt;would like it cut into 4 pieces or 6. He thought about it for some time&lt;br /&gt;before responding. "Just cut it into 4 pieces; I don't think I'm hungry enough to eat 6 pieces...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They Walk Among Us"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-6478386871416637566?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/6478386871416637566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=6478386871416637566&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/6478386871416637566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/6478386871416637566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2007/02/some-laughs-for-today.html' title='Some laughs for today'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-8468286987059253598</id><published>2007-02-20T13:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T13:02:50.359+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Even though I haven’t post much lately I have however managed to pop in to your blogs and catch up on some reading. It’s only Tuesday and I can’t wait for the weekend. Not that I have anything on, I just to do something by myself. ( you know that ME time ) where you get to be by yourself and do the things you want to do.&lt;br /&gt;We’re going through a heat wave at the moment with temps in the mid 30’s C. It looks like its going to continue for at least another week. I wanted to get to &lt;a href="http://desireouseroticdesires.blogspot.com/"&gt;this blog &lt;/a&gt;but now it’s only for invited people. How does a person request access to a particular blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back later to post more... I hope you all are well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-8468286987059253598?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/8468286987059253598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=8468286987059253598&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/8468286987059253598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/8468286987059253598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2007/02/even-though-i-havent-post-much-lately-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-316225587147988891</id><published>2007-02-05T08:37:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T14:43:31.976+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Day</title><content type='html'>I started this blog almost a year ago writing about life being so funny. How people coming into ones life can change the way things go and the way one thinks. 2 years ago this week I met someone who changed a lot in my life. Be it good or bad I cannot deny her existence. Instead I should appreciate her coming into my life. I’ve learnt the value of love , the value of friends. The need to be loved and to love in return. I also learnt some painful lessons and have come out stronger and wiser from this experience. To give someone your heart and to get it back in pieces is probably more painful than anything imaginable.&lt;br /&gt;Today I reflect on the last 2 years and contemplate the future and how to move forward. To take the lessons learnt from the past and move into a more positive future.&lt;br /&gt;I thin I’m babbling here but hey It’s my space. For those who visit here I hope you having a good day.&lt;br /&gt;Take care, and chow for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Freebird ... Wherever you are I can't read your blog&lt;br /&gt;Wilma .... I miss you ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-316225587147988891?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/316225587147988891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=316225587147988891&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/316225587147988891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/316225587147988891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2007/02/new-day.html' title='A New Day'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-8223394848999546771</id><published>2007-01-19T11:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T11:09:00.890+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things have been going pretty well this past week. I’ve been keeping myself quite busy at work and at home. That way I stay out of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;N… has realized that I don’t take her crap anymore. She tried to be a real bitch and the good thing is I didn’t react the way I would normally do. I think this kinda pissed her off. I actually feel good about myself and I hope to continue with this positive attitude for a long long time.&lt;br /&gt;The weekend is here and time to take out the fishing rod and go fishing.  So until next week , take care&lt;br /&gt;Chow for now …&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-8223394848999546771?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/8223394848999546771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=8223394848999546771&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/8223394848999546771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/8223394848999546771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2007/01/things-have-been-going-pretty-well-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-3463919276879101419</id><published>2007-01-12T08:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T10:41:58.926+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I8-G3bJLFwA/RacsTPWfXcI/AAAAAAAAAAY/BGzGrr2SR0c/s1600-h/workhumor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019029018777705922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I8-G3bJLFwA/RacsTPWfXcI/AAAAAAAAAAY/BGzGrr2SR0c/s320/workhumor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOW … its Friday already and the weekend is here! Fortunately for me I only had to work 3 days this week. Next week I’ll get more serious about my work. It’s kinda difficult to shake this holiday mood. Oh how I wish I could be on the beach right now. Its only 8:20 AM and the temp is already at 25deg C, yep another hot day but then I shouldn’t complain cos I know of some people who would just die to be here right now.&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough talking about the weather. As far as my social life is concerned, nothing exciting has been happening lately. I had coffee with Kim yesterday. She had a really miserable New Year with a boring bunch of friends. But then there aren’t many people that could keep up with her life style. I know for a fact that I can’t. Just incase I haven’t told you about Kim … She’s a gym instructress. She gets up at 4:30 and heads for the gym where she conducts a class 5 days a week. On weekends she cycles up to 150kms. Every evening she cycles again for about an hour. In her spare time she goes scuba diving. I don’t know if she manages to find the time to have sex… (&lt;em&gt;reminder to ask her the next time we meet&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;As for my other friends, Fatz is back from vacation and in work mode already. I haven’t seen her for a few weeks now. N.. has been very quiet. But then our relationship has changed significantly over the last few months. I’m coping pretty well on that side.&lt;br /&gt;On the finance side … I could do with a few more bucks…I spent abit too much over the holiday period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today quote: A good discussion is like a miniskirt Short enough to pertain interest and long enough to cover the subject&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow for now and enjoy the weekend....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-3463919276879101419?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/3463919276879101419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=3463919276879101419&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/3463919276879101419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/3463919276879101419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2007/01/work.html' title='Work'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I8-G3bJLFwA/RacsTPWfXcI/AAAAAAAAAAY/BGzGrr2SR0c/s72-c/workhumor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-3366853582730408302</id><published>2007-01-10T13:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T13:04:15.098+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Christmas came and went and so did the New year. I took my kids camping over xmas and then went on a weeks holiday to the coast. The temp stayed a blistering 30deg C for most of the days. The kids had a blats spending most of their days on the beach. The harsh sun unfortunately toasting us to a deep brown but it was all worth it. I got back all rested and ready to take on the New Year with a positive mind and a fresh outlook to life. I hope you all had a good time and doing okay.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be back later to post again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow for now…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-3366853582730408302?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/3366853582730408302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=3366853582730408302&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/3366853582730408302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/3366853582730408302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2007/01/christmas-came-and-went-and-so-did-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-6476995077461513533</id><published>2006-12-19T13:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T10:42:00.198+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Too hot to work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I8-G3bJLFwA/RYfTpCnQefI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pv-gHmKYROA/s1600-h/too+hot.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010205812502591986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I8-G3bJLFwA/RYfTpCnQefI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pv-gHmKYROA/s320/too+hot.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can’t blame my absence from blogland on anything but my lack of something decent to write on. With the schools all on their December break, most of the staff here are away until the 1st week of Jan.( The schools break up for the 5 week summer holidays). I on the other hand chose to come to work, well at least until the 30th , then I’ll be away until the 10th. The days have been really HOT with the temp peaking at 37deg C over the past weekend. I should have built a swimming pool along time ago.&lt;br /&gt;N… left with her family on a 10 day holiday to the coast. Yesterday she texted me to say their car had a tyre blowout. The car skidded and veered off the road. Fortunately no one got hurt but the car is quite badly damaged. Even though we haven’t been in close contact recently I still do miss her.&lt;br /&gt;Fatz leaves for the coast this coming Sunday. That’s leaves me alone for another week. By that time both N… and Fatz will be back.&lt;br /&gt;Actually coming to work this time of the year is a pleasure. The roads are quiet , no traffic jams cos most of the people are away on holiday.&lt;br /&gt;I must tell you about a new friend I met recently.. We’ll call her Kim. She’s a gym instructress with a body straight out of a magazine.&lt;br /&gt;What I like about her is that she has a free spirit. I haven’t seen her once where she looked stressed out. And every time we speak she emits this force of motivation. I think I could do with such a person in my life right now and am very thankful for her presence.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway in case I don’t get to post again , I’d like to wish all of you a happy festive season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care and chow for now …&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-6476995077461513533?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/6476995077461513533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=6476995077461513533&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/6476995077461513533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/6476995077461513533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2006/12/too-hot-to-work.html' title='Too hot to work'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I8-G3bJLFwA/RYfTpCnQefI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pv-gHmKYROA/s72-c/too+hot.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-3127351066565691824</id><published>2006-12-11T11:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T11:47:26.479+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Blast from the past.</title><content type='html'>Ever heard the saying “ What goes around comes around” ?  Well it seems as if certain thing are happening to me where I am faced with a situation in which I once hurt someone close to me and now its my turn to feel the pain. Want to know more? … read on.&lt;br /&gt;Many years ago, I’m talking some 25 years back I had to move to another town to attend high school. The reason I had to move is another story and not related to this. This new school was probably 3 times the size of my old school and making new friends wasn’t an easy task. However in my class there was this beautiful girl who became one of my very first friends. I’ll call her Shams for the purpose of this article Over the next few years we grew pretty close but only remained friends. In our final year things became quite serious and by the time we finished school we were into each other. Her parents really thought that I was going to be the one to marry her and I guess she also thought the same. When I started working I got to meet other people and even though Shams and I went out over weekends. ( oh I moved back home after high school). Sometime thereafter I decided to break off the whole thing… now I know some people would call me some pretty mean names but the deed was done. Anyway she was pretty upset and hurt and even though we remained friend until today I think that deep down she probably cursed me for hurting her. Either that or her mom who has since passed on probably hated me until the end.&lt;br /&gt;Now 20 years since we broke up I’m faced with the situation where I’m being treated the same way I treated Shams….   Is this the end or is there more to come my way? …. Your thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-3127351066565691824?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/3127351066565691824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=3127351066565691824&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/3127351066565691824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/3127351066565691824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2006/12/blast-from-past.html' title='Blast from the past.'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-6149891198718469977</id><published>2006-11-29T11:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T11:06:09.485+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>I started writing this post without anything to say. The holiday season started rather early. I’ve already been invited to a number of lunches by some of the vendors we deal with. It’s come to a stage where I have to choose between the ones that seem to be more fun than the others.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had a dream of N… We were walking somewhere and she slipped her hand in mine….. What do I make of it? I don’t know , maybe you guys can help me out on this one. I don’t really make much of dreams but this one really stood out almost as if it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow for now ….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-6149891198718469977?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/6149891198718469977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=6149891198718469977&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/6149891198718469977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/6149891198718469977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2006/11/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-5521328802961448439</id><published>2006-11-27T10:39:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T10:39:51.818+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Season</title><content type='html'>Hi Guys … With year end looming pretty close, work has been crazy.  Here in SA we call it the silly season. What really pisses me off is the amount of alcohol that gets consumed and this in turn contributes to the road death toll. You find idiots on road that know they are drunk and yet they’ll get behind the wheel of a car. What also is very sad is that a huge number of pedestrians also die from these accidents because they are too drunk to know where they are walking. Unfortunately innocent people make up the number of victims.&lt;br /&gt;Now that I got that off my chest I hope you all a doing okay. The weather here has been in the upper 20’s with a bit of rain these past few days.&lt;br /&gt;We had our annual Xmas party on Friday and it was the worst of all the years. The organizing committee arranged a night club and with 1000 people who attended there was barely any seating place. The food was crappy. I stayed until the awards were handed out and left at about 10:30 PM. They’d better do a better job next year or no one will attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway … Chow for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-5521328802961448439?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/5521328802961448439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=5521328802961448439&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/5521328802961448439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/5521328802961448439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2006/11/silly-season.html' title='Silly Season'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-9024988329221162063</id><published>2006-11-16T11:18:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T11:18:43.308+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fiona just reminded me that it’s been 2 weeks since my last post. It’s just that I’ve been snowed under with work and I really haven’t had the chance to post anything good. I can’t promise that this post will be anything great.&lt;br /&gt;Its only spring and the temperature has been in the upper 20’s already. I can’t imagine what summer is going to be like but hey I’m not complaining…. I luv the HOT weather. So for all you folks up north, you’re free to come to this part of the world and enjoy the sun.&lt;br /&gt;This week seems to be dragging, and what makes it worse is that every day I have a meeting at 09:15. The guys seem to drag it on and on and we only finish off at 11:15. Before I know it its 16:30 and I have finished what I set out to do.&lt;br /&gt;I’m looking for holiday accommodation at the coast and because it’s the peak season prices go through the roof. I wish I had enough money to buy my own place at the coast …. I’d even invite you over.&lt;br /&gt;As for my social life , I’ve realized that to give someone your heart and to get it back in pieces is one of the most painful experiences in life. Lots of praying and meditation has helped me pull through this most unpleasant bit. I’ve also started focusing on keeping my mind busy with all kinds of good stuff. I’ve set myself a goal that in 6 months time I want to take on a 4 day expedition along our east coast where we’ll be rowing sea kayaks during the day and sleeping on the beach at night.  I’ll have to be pretty fit before that happens so that mean lots of gym time from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you guys are all doing okay …. Sorry for not keeping contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todays quote:  “Money is not everythingThere's MasterCard &amp; Visa.(My banker tells me - It is the only thing!!) “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-9024988329221162063?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/9024988329221162063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=9024988329221162063&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/9024988329221162063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/9024988329221162063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2006/11/fiona-just-reminded-me-that-its-been-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-116250415372789957</id><published>2006-11-02T23:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T12:34:13.211+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don’t you find it strange that no matter how hard you try to put someone out of your mind , thoughts of them still creep back. How does one deal with it? Someone once told me to focus on something else like going to gym or taking a long walk or go jogging. Often these activities are done alone and when I’m alone it’s at that time when these thoughts come back to me. I even tried drowning myself in work. I’ve been working 16 hours days and yesterday I worked a full 24 hours without any sleep. Now I know that’s crazy but at the time I thought it would help. Funny thing is even after those 24 hours when I could barely keep my eyes open , thoughts of her still crept into my mind. Oh BTW I’ve stopped showing signs of affection towards her for the simple reason that those feeling weren’t being reciprocated. Surely if you express feelings of affection towards someone who not so long ago couldn’t get enough of you now doesn’t respond to those comments must mean something? Lately it seems she’s getting irritated by my calls, so I call much less and text messages have dropped from 10 a day to perhaps 2 a day. I think its time for me to make myself scarce from her life and allow her to move on. She doesn’t come out and say it like it is ( probably because she doesn’t want to hurt me) but doesn’t she know that I’d prefer her to just say it like it is… Yes, I told her that many times before.&lt;br /&gt;Why do they do this? ….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow for now and have a great weekend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-116250415372789957?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/116250415372789957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=116250415372789957&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/116250415372789957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/116250415372789957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2006/11/dont-you-find-it-strange-that-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-116220523701784834</id><published>2006-10-30T12:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:05:42.032+02:00</updated><title type='text'>This is how I like my Chocolate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/2772/1600/Chocolate.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/2772/320/Chocolate.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been well over 10 days since I last posted something new. Work and new projects have kept me busy for up to 18 hours a day. I simply couldn’t find the time to post. I did manage to sneak in for a few minutes to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;Could it be global warming cos it seems as if we skipped a season. The weather this past week has been sitting in the mid 30’s and its only spring. So for those who enjoy HOT temps, this is the place to be.&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that there’s only eight Mondays left for the year? What does that mean ? not much to me cos I’ll be working throughout the holiday season.&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine sent me the following text and I want to share it with you ( let me know what you think of it):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When we're incomplete, we're always searching for somebody to complete us. When, after a few years or a few months of a relationship, we find that we're still unfulfilled, we blame our partners and take up with somebody more promising. This can go on and on-- --until we admit that while a partner can add sweet dimensions to our lives, we, each of us, are responsible for our own fulfillment. Nobody else can provide it for us, and to believe otherwise is to delude ourselves dangerously and to program for eventual failure every relationship we enter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;Think about it....We want that, that we cant have or maybe we try it out and wonder if it was really worth it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I think its time for some tips:&lt;br /&gt;For Her: 38 Hitching To Milwaukee&lt;br /&gt;Some guys seem to forget that vaginal stimulation alone will get you&lt;br /&gt;nowhere. For a really powerful orgasm, the clitoris has got to be&lt;br /&gt;involved. This is a great little hand technique that's been around for&lt;br /&gt;decades. And, judging by its name, it's 100% American-made.&lt;br /&gt;Here's What You Need:&lt;br /&gt;One bottle of water-based lubricant.&lt;br /&gt;Here's How You Do It:&lt;br /&gt;Get your woman naked. Have her lie on her back, her knees bent and&lt;br /&gt;legs open wide. Sit down in between your woman's legs.&lt;br /&gt;Tuck in the fingers and extend the thumb of your writing hand, as if you&lt;br /&gt;were hitchhiking. Apply a few drops of lubricant to the middle knuckles&lt;br /&gt;(your middle knuckles are the same ones you would use to knock on a&lt;br /&gt;door).&lt;br /&gt;Turn your wrist so that your knuckles are parallel to your woman's&lt;br /&gt;vagina.&lt;br /&gt;Maintaining the hitchhiking gesture, gently touch her clitoris with the&lt;br /&gt;knuckle of your forefinger. Sweep your wrist upward so that all four&lt;br /&gt;knuckles brush against and stimulate the clitoris. Then, reverse the&lt;br /&gt;motion so that all four knuckles brush by the clitoris on the downstroke.&lt;br /&gt;Repeat this up-and-down motion until you achieve the desired result -- a&lt;br /&gt;satisfying orgasm for your woman. When you do, you will have&lt;br /&gt;successfully "hitched to Milwaukee." Congratulations. You'll never&lt;br /&gt;watch a rerun of "Laverne &amp;amp; Shirley" the same way again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Him: 82 Waterbedlum&lt;br /&gt;If you own a waterbed or ever have the opportunity to sleep on one, don't&lt;br /&gt;let a single night pass before you give this technique a try.&lt;br /&gt;Here's What You Need:&lt;br /&gt;One bottle of water-based lubricant.&lt;br /&gt;One waterbed.&lt;br /&gt;Here's How You Do It:&lt;br /&gt;Strip the sheets completely off the waterbed.&lt;br /&gt;Get your man naked. You, too.&lt;br /&gt;Both of you get in the middle of the waterbed. Take turns rubbing the&lt;br /&gt;lubricant all over each other's bodies.&lt;br /&gt;Touch, caress and fondle each other for a prolonged period of time.&lt;br /&gt;Change positions often.&lt;br /&gt;Gradually commence intercourse. You'll both be slipping and sliding off&lt;br /&gt;each other and around on the bed. It will be almost impossible hold one&lt;br /&gt;position for very long.&lt;br /&gt;This will be one of the most enjoyable and playful nights the two of you&lt;br /&gt;have ever spent together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-116220523701784834?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/116220523701784834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=116220523701784834&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/116220523701784834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/116220523701784834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-is-how-i-like-my-chocolate.html' title='This is how I like my Chocolate!'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-116160607609414292</id><published>2006-10-23T14:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:05:41.814+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi</title><content type='html'>Hi Guys… I hope my lack of posts haven’t stopped you from checking in. I was out of town for over a week ( private business) … no NOT the kind you’re thinking of. I’ll have to go away again for a few more days. So here I am just for a few minutes to say Hello and Bye for now.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all are doing okay…. Missing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-116160607609414292?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/116160607609414292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=116160607609414292&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/116160607609414292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/116160607609414292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2006/10/hi.html' title='Hi'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-115994478263901100</id><published>2006-10-04T08:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:05:41.630+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/2772/1600/words.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/2772/320/words.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been almost a week since I last posted but I’ve learnt that its okay to post once a week. Actually work has been keeping me very busy and I simply couldn’t find the time to post something. I do manage to sneak in to read my favorite blogs and even post a comment or two. I recently went on a team building exercise with a few of my work colleagues. We went to a place about an hours drive from the city. Here we wer briefed by the tour operator and strapped in a harness, hooked on to a cable and slid across a canyon. We had to do this in a zigzag formation for over an hour with some rides being extremely fast. I must say that the adrenalin rush did wonders for me.&lt;br /&gt;As for my social life , things have been pretty quiet and I prefer to keep it that way for a while. The kids are preparing for their year end exams at school that means that my weekends will be spent at home. I’m can find plenty of work around the house. Besides there’s the garden project that’s ongoing…. Yeah … I know I promised to post pics of the end product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I hope you guys are all doing okay…. Take care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-115994478263901100?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/115994478263901100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=115994478263901100&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115994478263901100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115994478263901100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2006/10/words.html' title='Words'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-115944145675444648</id><published>2006-09-28T13:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:05:41.466+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I’m alone at the office. Half the guys are on some training course and the others are either off sick or they’ve taken the day off to do some shopping. Some of the guys went to play golf. That leaves me to what ever I want to ( well at least I can post something on the blog). The kids are on school vacation for a week, then another 8 weeks of school left and they break for the summer vacation ( 5 weeks). I promised to take them this year, so now I need to find the finance for a trip to the coast. Just for those who don’t know I live about 5 hours drive from the sea and unlike some of you fortunate who can just walk down to the beach , I have to do some major planning ( its accommodation and everything else). Yes I do have friends that live at the coast but I’m not comfortable going on holiday and living with people. I want to be able to come and go when I please. The weather has been great and it looks like its going to be a hot summer. Its only spring and the temp is already sitting in the upper 20’s…. btw I’m not complaining … Give me summer anyday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoying your day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow for now…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-115944145675444648?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/115944145675444648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=115944145675444648&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115944145675444648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115944145675444648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2006/09/today-im-alone-at-office.html' title=''/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-115926300007629161</id><published>2006-09-26T11:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:05:41.208+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks</title><content type='html'>I want to thank all of you ( my blog friends) for your kind words and for checking up on me. Sometimes in life we need to re-examine our lives, where we stand, who we are, who we love and who loves us. This past week I needed to take a step back and do just that. I feel much better today with a brighter view of life. The pain will heal over time and I know that I’ll always find a kind word and an ear to listen right here in blogland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be back later to chat …. Chow for now … lotsa luv&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-115926300007629161?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/115926300007629161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=115926300007629161&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115926300007629161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115926300007629161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2006/09/thanks.html' title='Thanks'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-115867318361190712</id><published>2006-09-19T15:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:05:41.013+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad... very sad</title><content type='html'>I haven’t mentioned my dear friend Fatz lately but we often chat on the phone . She’s bored in her current job as a lab technician and is looking for something more exciting to do. We were chatting about a SMS I sent her some time ago. I think I might have even posted it on my bolg as a quote. It went like this “ never make a person a priority in your life when you’re only an option in theirs”. It’s so relevant in many of our lives. We make time available for that person, we open our hearts for that person, we let them see our inner core of emotion, we cry on their shoulders and let them cry on ours, we share intimate moments together, we drink from the same cup and share chocolates in the times we go out of the way to see each other. We put everything else on hold only to share a few micro seconds of bliss together. We pray that such connection are never broken . Then something happens… god knows what but it happens and the other person feels like you on the road to nowhere, or they feel threatened in some strange way or they get bored…. Oh Why why why???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This empty heart is very sad today …. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow for now … don't know when I'll be back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-115867318361190712?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/115867318361190712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=115867318361190712&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115867318361190712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115867318361190712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2006/09/sad-very-sad.html' title='Sad... very sad'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-115830385124409066</id><published>2006-09-15T09:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:05:40.385+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday is here and it couldn’t have come sooner. This week seemed to have dragged on forever. I have a quiet weekend planned, hopefully take some time to catch up on my reading and some sleep. I had the strangest dream about N… last night, She invited me to her place and I got there she kinda just kept me waiting. Very frustrating is you ask me. You think there’s a message in this. I don’t often make much of my dream but I had to tell you about this one.&lt;br /&gt;Okay , now for a bit more on me… My great grand father came from India to these shores in the 1920’s. So that makes me 3rd generation something.&lt;br /&gt;As for the 11 official languages, I can only speak 2 of which English is my home language.  I grew up under the harsh and oppressive laws of apartheid.  Our democracy in only 12 years young and with it also came a host of problems, some were inherited from the old regime. The new generation will hopefully take this country in to the future and make it a better place to live. As for the weather , we are already into spring and and the days are warming up quite nicely. Mid summer temps go up to 32 deg C and in some places it even peaks to 45 deg C. The East coast has pleasant weather throughout the year.  Okay enough for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend&lt;br /&gt;Chow for now…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-115830385124409066?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/115830385124409066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=115830385124409066&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115830385124409066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115830385124409066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2006/09/friday-is-here-and-it-couldnt-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-115814536598366446</id><published>2006-09-13T13:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:05:40.060+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My Holiday fund</title><content type='html'>WOW! … It’s amazing the responses I received to my previous post regarding my confusion about N…’s behavior. And all the comments I received had the similar message in it. What to do and how do I do it is what I need to think about. Perhaps a huge chocolate and a beautiful view will inspire me into the next move. Either way I just want to say thanks to you guys for the comments and advice. I really didn’t think that my blog gets read. I bought some beautiful water feature for my garden project. I promise to post some pics when it’s complete. Our company is having a cultural day next week and I have a feeling that my boss s going to ask me to do something regarding my culture. To give you more insight on this country, it’s made up of diverse cultures with 11 official languages. English being the most commonly spoken in the corporate world and in schools and universities. My culture is from one of the minority groups. My ancestors came to these shores from the east. (Okay, so now you know more about me).&lt;br /&gt;I did a similar thing about 2 years ago and won the first prize for the competition they ran. I really don’t feel like doing it again. Oh how I now wish I could rather go on holiday with Fiona…. The fund hasn’t even raised 1$ yet…..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-115814536598366446?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/115814536598366446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=115814536598366446&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115814536598366446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115814536598366446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-holiday-fund.html' title='My Holiday fund'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-115806527567853126</id><published>2006-09-12T14:44:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:05:39.763+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday blues</title><content type='html'>Life has just been crazy these past few days. Last Friday I attended a workshop at work and it turned out to be a mud slinging match. What a waste of time. I only got back to my desk after 2 in the afternoon and still had tons of stuff to do before the weekend. I spent Saturday doing the usual work around the house and took the kids fishing on Sunday. It was wonderful being out of the house and in the sun. Talking about the sun, the temp has already reached the mid 20’s these past few days with today sitting at 28. I wonder what summer is going to be like….  If any of you guys up north want to come down south for your winter let me know. Fiona Is going on this lovely holiday and how I wish I could join her…. Fiona I have just one small problem and that’s to do with MONEY!!! … Oh how I envy you dear. Enjoy it and be good or be good at it! LOL With bills to pay and kids to feed not to mention school fees and all the other day to day expenses there isn’t much left for a holiday unless I get sponsored… ( yeah I’d be so lucky)&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you wondering what ever happened to N… , well we’ve been chatting daily over the phone and via email and via text messages. Oh and there also some flirting that’s going on … mostly from her side… To be honest it’s confusing the hell out of me cos if you read my previous posts here’s a woman that just wants to be friends and she knows how I feel. Do I make something of it or just ignore it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway chow for now …&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-115806527567853126?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/115806527567853126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=115806527567853126&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115806527567853126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115806527567853126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2006/09/tuesday-blues_12.html' title='Tuesday blues'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-115763097047509166</id><published>2006-09-07T14:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:05:39.031+02:00</updated><title type='text'>No HNT from me</title><content type='html'>Looking back at my last couple of posts I noticed that I haven’t really said anything exciting. I even stopped post daily quotes of giving you something to smile about. Yeah , I know there’s a few tips here and there but I think I’m lacking that creative skills that many of you guys have. Never the less I will still try. I think I need that vacation NOW! And my friend &lt;a href="http://eyes-have.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fiona&lt;/a&gt; has gladly invited me along…. Together with her sister….*wink*&lt;br /&gt;It seems as if we skipped spring coz the day time temps have already been in the upper 20’s…. It looks like we gonna have a very HOT season but I won’t complain. I kinda enjoy the heat. I went to gym last night and on the instruction from my GP I took it easy. I still have a few more days left to take my medication before I test my cholesterol level again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay here’s something that I hope will make you smile:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When a co-worker comes in a little too happy singing "good morning" to everyone and you think, "Somebody needs to slap the s#@! out of her"  ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; You need to pray at work.   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When someone comes in and announces, "Office meeting in 5 minutes," and you think, "what the f*&amp;% do they want now?"  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;... You need to pray at work. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; When your computer is mysteriously turned off and you want to say, "which one of you sons of b*&amp;^%$# turned off my computer?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; ... You need to pray at work.   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you and a co-worker are discussing something, and a third person comes in and says, "well at my last office...," and you want to say, "Who the f&amp;#* cares?  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;... You need to pray at work.   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you hear a co-worker call your name and the first thing that crosses your mind is, "what the h*&amp;^ does she want now?" and you try to hide underneath your desk  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;... You need to pray at work.    &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you are asked to stay late and help do someone else's work and the first thing that pops in your head is, "both of y'all can kiss my a@@!!"  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;... You need to pray at work.   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you're in the elevator and it stops to pick up someone who stood for five minutes waiting for the darn thing only to go DOWN one floor, and you say "that lazy b*&amp;%$#"  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;... You need to pray at work.   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you take some vacation time and come back to find a mountain of paperwork sitting on your desk because no one else would do it  and you think "sorry a## M#$^% F%&amp;#s"  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;... You need to pray at work.   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you have ever thought about poisoning, choking, punching, or slapping someone that you work with  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;.... You need to pray at work.   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you avoid saying more than hello or how are you doing to someone because you know it's going to lead to their whole f*&amp;^%$# life  story.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;... You need to pray at work.   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp; most importantly.... If you know all the words that have been bleeped out............ You DEFINITELY need to pray!  LET US ALL BOW OUR HEADS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow for now….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-115763097047509166?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/115763097047509166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=115763097047509166&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115763097047509166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115763097047509166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2006/09/no-hnt-from-me.html' title='No HNT from me'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-115745137193250896</id><published>2006-09-05T12:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:05:38.789+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Meetings again</title><content type='html'>Another day of meetings … am I ever going to get some work done!!!  Have you ever had those days where you go from one meeting to another and by the end of the day you realized that you haven’t really done much work.  I went to see a friend of mine last night…. Lets call him Doc, well actually he is a medical doctor and a personal friend of mine. Although he’s about 10 years older than me , we get along very well. We’ve been friends for 8 years now. Anyway this guy suffered a heart attack some time back. He has to go into hospital for an angioblast this coming Friday. Even though this is a routine procedure any work done on the heart is risky business. I hope he recovers fully from this.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a holiday right now … any ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today’s tips&lt;br /&gt;For Her: #34 Three Minute Foreplay&lt;br /&gt;One of the biggest complaints you hear from women is that they don't get&lt;br /&gt;enough foreplay. They feel particularly slighted when they spend ten&lt;br /&gt;minutes doing something for their man, like oral pleasuring, and then he&lt;br /&gt;reciprocates with thirty seconds of the same for her. Here's a great way&lt;br /&gt;to level the playing field.&lt;br /&gt;Also, if your woman is shy about telling you exactly what she wants, this&lt;br /&gt;makes it easy for her to show you.&lt;br /&gt;Here's What You Need:&lt;br /&gt;One egg timer (the hourglass is a little more romantic; but the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;"dial" timer will do).&lt;br /&gt;Here's How You Do It:&lt;br /&gt;Get your woman naked. You, too. Tell her that you would like her to do&lt;br /&gt;whatever she wants to you for three minutes, and that you're going to do&lt;br /&gt;the exact same thing to her for the next three minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Start the timer. Pay attention to what she's doing to you and exactly how&lt;br /&gt;she's doing it. If she pleasures you orally, is she doing it hard or soft? If&lt;br /&gt;she massages you, where and with how much intensity is she doing it?&lt;br /&gt;Make mental notes of all of these things for the next three minutes. Then,&lt;br /&gt;when it's your turn, try to duplicate what she did as precisely as you can.&lt;br /&gt;Get in three or four rounds of this before you move on to intercourse --&lt;br /&gt;and don't be surprised if she chooses to do something as simple as&lt;br /&gt;holding you in her arms for the entire three minutes.&lt;br /&gt;This technique has the ability to teach you more about what your woman&lt;br /&gt;really wants than all the "chandelier-swinging" feats combined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Him: #73 Maximum Altoid-tude&lt;br /&gt;This is the infamous Altoid technique. Need we say more?&lt;br /&gt;Here's What You Need:&lt;br /&gt;One mint.&lt;br /&gt;Here's How You Do It:&lt;br /&gt;Get your man naked. Have him lie on his back.&lt;br /&gt;Place the mint in your mouth and let it partially dissolve.&lt;br /&gt;Pleasure your man orally, pausing frequently to blow a small stream of&lt;br /&gt;air over the head and shaft of your man's penis (this will create an&lt;br /&gt;amazing cooling sensation).&lt;br /&gt;Continue until he achieves a curiously strong orgasm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-115745137193250896?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/115745137193250896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=115745137193250896&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115745137193250896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115745137193250896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2006/09/meetings-again.html' title='Meetings again'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-115737274505119135</id><published>2006-09-04T14:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:05:38.606+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring is here</title><content type='html'>The 1st day of Spring turned out quite pleasant, contrary to previous years when it would be one of the coldest days of winter. I had my interview with another dept and it went off rather well. I’ll know in about a week if I got the job or not. N… hasn’t been in the best of moods these past few days.( Still blaming it on PMS) I kept a very low profile. The weekend was kinda quiet with the usual ( taking the kids out for sports practice and the usual shopping to watching crap on TV)&lt;br /&gt;Today started out as one of those crappy Mondays. I had to attend meeting all morning and this really wasn’t healthy for the start of the week. I hope the rest of the week goes well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope your week goes well for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow for now …&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-115737274505119135?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/115737274505119135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=115737274505119135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115737274505119135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115737274505119135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2006/09/spring-is-here.html' title='Spring is here'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-115701810767653745</id><published>2006-08-31T11:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:05:38.371+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Me?</title><content type='html'>I just got off the phone with N… and she’s pretty irritated with life, so guess who she takes it out on … Yeah , that’s right … ME!&lt;br /&gt;Was I the course of her royal bitchyness? NO!    I tried to make her smile but alas I failed coz everything I said irritated her even more. I took my cue and excused myself…. I’ve learnt ( the hard way) when to shut up and make myself scarce. I could blame it on her PMS or anything else. Regardless, I’ll lay low until I’m needed again.&lt;br /&gt;On other matters , just when I thought that spring is upon us , Someone left the refrigerator door open upstairs. The temp has dropped to a mere 10deg C during the day. The weather bureau said that it should start warming up on Saturday. 3 more days of this crap medication and then back for another blood test. If my level has dropped to an acceptable level, I’ll try and maintain it MY way ( without pills) for 2 months and then check it again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a technical question …. I’ve read somewhere that I can check who has viewed my blog. Is there a script to load on my site or software to download to do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you having a good day...&lt;br /&gt;Chow for now…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-115701810767653745?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/115701810767653745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=115701810767653745&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115701810767653745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115701810767653745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2006/08/why-me.html' title='Why Me?'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-115684869447816425</id><published>2006-08-29T12:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:05:38.088+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Luck</title><content type='html'>Today I don’t really feel like posting, even though I have the time to do it. Freebird wants to know my story and I was thinking about posting my life story here. I don’t think it’s going to be today… sorry to disappoint you.&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever have those days where you simply don’t have the will to do anything constructive... I’m blaming it on this medication I’m on .. ( to reduce my cholesterol level) … now just to describe myself to you, I’m 6 feet tall and weigh 75kgs. My BMI is 23.1 which is normal. My GP tells me that my condition is heredity so I have to take the medication. The unfortunate thing about this medication is the &lt;a href="http://www.newmediaexplorer.org/sepp/2004/01/31/lipitor_the_human_cost.htm"&gt;side effects&lt;/a&gt;. So I’ve decided that after this week I’m going to review my case and seriously look for alternatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an interview on Friday for a new position in the company … wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow for now…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-115684869447816425?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/115684869447816425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=115684869447816425&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115684869447816425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115684869447816425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2006/08/luck.html' title='Luck'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-115676737982878081</id><published>2006-08-28T14:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:05:37.858+02:00</updated><title type='text'>queues</title><content type='html'>I don’t know about you but I just hate waiting in queues, especially at government departments. I think that when these guys get hired they attend a course on how to frustrate the public out there. And don’t talk about incompetence! To think that my tax money pays for their salaries!!! Okay , now I feel better after having vented off some steam .&lt;br /&gt;I trust you all are well and had a good weekend.. I spent Saturday carting the kids around. We all went out for a movie at night and only got back at 01:30…. Haven’t done that in a while.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning I spent out in the sun and had lunch at a family function. Today I feel tired and lazy… I probably didn’t drink enough water yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd … I sound pretty grumpy today ( &lt;em&gt;do men suffer from pms?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d better go get me some chocolate…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-115676737982878081?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/115676737982878081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=115676737982878081&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115676737982878081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115676737982878081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2006/08/queues.html' title='queues'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-115649016103321708</id><published>2006-08-25T09:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:05:37.692+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cocktail party</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a short day at work. The company hosted a cocktail party at the HQ, needless to say Zibi trotted off to the function. It’s amazing how some people go crazy for free food and drinks. I watched how some of these guys behaved as if they haven’t seen food for a year.&lt;br /&gt;I stayed for the speeches and had a quick bite and as I was about to leave I bumped into a lady I met on the training course I was on last week. Anyway we got chatting and usually at social functions the topic is very light. Our chat was quite deep and it looks like we probably going to meet up pretty soon …No no  nothing quite hot and steamy .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, lunch with N.. was great. We spent the entire afternoon chatting and laughing. I didn’t go back to work and she didn’t get any work done. I think we needed to spend this time together coz our lives have just been too hectic. I know we’ll be doing it again soon.&lt;br /&gt; The first spring rains have fallen , it’s time to seriously start on my garden. I promise to start this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todays tips-&lt;br /&gt;For her: #33 The Minnesota Mindbender Here's a technique that originated around the Twin Cities area. As it grows in popularity, there could be a movement to change the state slogan to, "The Land Of 10,000 Lays." Here's What You Need: A set of Vikings bed sheets are optional. Here's How You Do It: Get your woman naked. Have her lie on her back with her knees bent and legs slightly apart. Lie down on your stomach, perpendicular to your woman. Your head should be positioned sideways above her vagina. Using your thumb and forefinger, pull back the skin that hides the clitoris. Moisten your lips and press them against both sides of her clitoris, drawing it into your mouth. Gently roll your lips inward, covering your teeth. At the same time raise your head until her clitoris comes out from between your lips. Repeat again and again as fast as you can. If you're applying the right amount of pressure to her clitoris, you'll probably hear a little popping sound when you open your mouth. This one may take some practice. But, done correctly, it can easily produce one leg-quivering orgasm after another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For him: #72 The Porch Of Passion This technique is definitely one of the most enjoyable ever. Here's What You Need: One porch swing. Here's How You Do It: If you are able to, adjust the height of the porch swing so that the seat is even with the height of your man's penis. Get your man naked. You, too. Sit in the porch swing and move forward so that your vagina is even with the edge of the seat. Have your man enter you. Raise your legs up and let them rest on his shoulders. Have your man grasp the edge of the swing with his hands and rock you back and forth on his penis. This is incredibly relaxing and makes for a most satisfying orgasm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-115649016103321708?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/115649016103321708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=115649016103321708&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115649016103321708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115649016103321708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2006/08/cocktail-party.html' title='Cocktail party'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-115632552152606411</id><published>2006-08-23T11:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:05:37.489+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Wednesday</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning all excited coz N… called me yesterday and invited me to breakfast at her office….. Now I know what some of you might be thinking but lets not go there okay!!  Well my excitement was probably because I hadn’t seen her since the 2nd of August. Sure we spoke almost everyday but it just isn’t the same. Anyway I got to her office before her and just as I pulled into the parking lot (07:30 am) I get a text msg from her  “ Can only see you @ 08:30… Busy with the builders at home” . Our breakfast meetings are usually short cos we both have work to do so it only lasts for about 90 minutes max. That would leave us with only about 30 minutes to chat and a quick cup of coffee.Well the ever so understanding Zibi, I replied ” It’s okay, C U later” . There goes all my excitement…. Was this meant to happen this way ? I don’t know. I did get a call from her a few minutes ago to apologize for the missed appointment so all is forgiven. We planned to meet for a late afternoon lunch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-115632552152606411?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/115632552152606411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=115632552152606411&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115632552152606411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115632552152606411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2006/08/rainy-wednesday.html' title='Rainy Wednesday'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-115624517599505664</id><published>2006-08-22T12:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:05:37.306+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bike Mania</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/2772/1600/39011202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/2772/320/39011202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been almost a week since I last posted anything on my blog. Life has just been very hectic with work and stuff at home.Subsequent to my meeting with the CEO , I had a meeting with my boss yesterday. We had this long chat about my future in the company and how much they value my input. I had just one thing to tell him … “SHOW ME THE MONEY!!!!” well that kinda kept him quiet. So it seems as if my time in this place is limited. On the home front… Some idiot broke into my car yesterday. They only stole a jacket. I had to get the window replaced and submit the claim to the insurance co. I’ve been chatting to N… everyday this past week. She’s almost fully recovered from her operation and got back to work yesterday. I hope this is the last she sees of hospitals. If you wondering what’s going with our relationship… well nothing excitings going on. We’re just friends and I don’t think it will ever go further than that. However I must admit to you that some feelings can never die, they just get buried into the dark corners of the heart. ( this is where I wish I could write like some of you guys)&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been great this past week. Even though its still winter the days have been quiet warm. Another 10 days to the official start of SPRING!!!! Talking about spring , I decided to post a few tips for you guys today… yeah I know it’s been a while. Oh, I’ll even throw a pic as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's tip's&lt;br /&gt;For her: #32 Patio-gasm .Since you've already got the chair set up, this would be the perfect time for her to try that one on you. Here's What You Need: One webbed patio lounge chair. Two pillows. One roll of masking tape. Here's How You Do It: Adjust the back of the lounge chair to the upright position. Place the pillows lengthwise directly under the chair. Pull the center-most straps apart and tape them to the next-closest straps, creating an opening in the chair about four or five inches wide. Get your woman naked, or at least bottomless. Have her sit in the chair. Her vagina needs to be directly over the opening that you've created. Now get under the chair and lie on the pillows. Position your mouth directly under your woman's vagina. Grip the outermost edges of the chair, pull yourself up and pleasure your woman orally. You can continue to do this until she has reached orgasm. Or, after a few minutes, move on to the next step. Position yourself so that your penis now lines up with her vagina. Place both of the pillows underneath your buttocks. Enter your woman and thrust away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Him: #71 The Batter's Box There's an often neglected erogenous zone on your man. It's the area between his testicles and anus. Many people refer to this area as the "male G-spot." Give it some attention tonight. Here's What You Need: One washcloth. Here's How You Do It: Run hot water over the washcloth until it is completely saturated. Wring it out. Fold the washcloth in half one way, then in thirds the other way. You should now have a steaming rectangle. Get your man naked. Have him lie on his back with his legs wide apart. Position yourself between your man's legs and run the washcloth down his penis, over to his testicles and, finally, to his perineum -- the area between his testicles and anus. Press the washcloth firmly against this area and let the moist heat relax your man. As you continue to hold the washcloth in place, pleasure your man orally. Continue until he "sends one out of the park."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-115624517599505664?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/115624517599505664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=115624517599505664&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115624517599505664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115624517599505664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2006/08/bike-mania.html' title='Bike Mania'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-115572416778826271</id><published>2006-08-16T12:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:05:37.144+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/2772/1600/N...%20friend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/2772/320/N...%20friend.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been hectic these past few days. I have tons to do as I’m on a training course the next 2 days. I unfortunately won’t be able to post anything until Monday the 21st.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been chatting to N… these past few days. She’s still at home under doctors orders and is slowly recovering as the days go by. However she’s been miserable as hell… I mean this women can’t sit still and now she HAS to stay in bed for a week and its PMS as well.&lt;br /&gt;As for me , well it’s all nice calling her on the phone everyday but what upsets me is that everyone else in the world can go visit her but me … ( no, she didn’t say so) It’s probably just the situation the we find ourselves in.&lt;br /&gt;It’s Fatz’s birthday on the 27th of August and I have no idea what to get her. Let me tell you more about Fatz. We got to know each other from the school committee that we served on. But we became friends when N… and I got close. There’s a lot that we have in common and she’s a very dear friend to me. I hope our friendship lasts forever. ( Fatz , one day when you read this you’ll know much I appreciate your friendship)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's pic: I saw this pic somewhere and I can swear that it looks like a friend of a friend....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-115572416778826271?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/115572416778826271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=115572416778826271&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115572416778826271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115572416778826271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2006/08/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-115528681319607703</id><published>2006-08-11T08:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:05:36.923+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wooohooo ... its Friday , the weather is great outside . I think its going to be a good weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Had a long chat to N... this morning. She's really depressed with her illness. I managed to cheer her up though. Got to take the kids out this weekend and the usual work around the house. Not a bad time to start working my garden. New lawn and seedlings to plant. Promise to post some pics when its done.&lt;br /&gt;I see Mirnda has a house full.&lt;br /&gt;Sugar has been abit quiet lately. MrG and Freebird are away on holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway chow for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-115528681319607703?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/115528681319607703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=115528681319607703&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115528681319607703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115528681319607703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2006/08/wooohooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-115520420392462571</id><published>2006-08-10T11:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:05:36.717+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Short week</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was National Womens Day, so we had a day off from work. I actually don't mind a day off in the middle of the week.Especially since it’s been rather crazy the past couple of days. The weather has been sitting on 20 deg C so I won’t complain.&lt;br /&gt;N… hasn’t been well. She had to be admitted to hospital for kidney stones. My heart goes out to her , cos  for the last 3 months she’s been sick almost every week.&lt;br /&gt;I spoke to her a few minutes ago and she’s still flat out in bed. All I can do is wish her well and pray for her.&lt;br /&gt;Fatz has been rather quiet these past few days. I have a big meeting with the CEO next Monday to discuss my future in the Company. They finally realized that I have some additional talents that they haven’t utilized and before I pack my bags and go to another company they had better hold on to me. Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;With spring knocking on our door , we are already looking at our annual river rafting outing. A few work colleagues go out for a day on a river rafting cruise. I’m really looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt; Anyway chow for now ….. I’ll be back later to post more…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-115520420392462571?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/115520420392462571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=115520420392462571&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115520420392462571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115520420392462571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2006/08/short-week.html' title='Short week'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-115504260197097581</id><published>2006-08-08T15:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:05:36.463+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Busy</title><content type='html'>Hi Guys ... Not much time to enter any posts ... It's been crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chat too you all ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-115504260197097581?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/115504260197097581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=115504260197097581&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115504260197097581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115504260197097581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2006/08/busy-busy.html' title='Busy Busy'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-115467872767150132</id><published>2006-08-04T09:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:05:36.212+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny freezing Friday</title><content type='html'>This morning as I left the house to get to work I could see the sky clearing up and the sun shinning brightly ( first time in 3 days) but the wind was still howling and the temp still sitting at a freezing 4 deg C. I’m really not a winter person and this has definitely been the coldest winter in quite a few years. It should however start warming up by tomorrow. Oh I‘ll be attending a high school reunion tomorrow. The first in one 22 years. I’m actually looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I chatted to N… on the phone and to cut a long story short , I now know what she wants out of this whole thing and that’s just to be friends. It’s going to take me a while to think of her only as a friend and keep those erotic thoughts hidden away.&lt;br /&gt;Not an easy task but it will have to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got load to do today as I want to leave early …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow for now …&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-115467872767150132?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/115467872767150132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=115467872767150132&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115467872767150132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115467872767150132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2006/08/sunny-freezing-friday.html' title='Sunny freezing Friday'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-115459355986823130</id><published>2006-08-03T09:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:05:35.664+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My lunch date</title><content type='html'>Okay so we had lunch yesterday. It was freezing outside so we decided to stay in her office. There was a time when things would really heat up in her office however yesterday we sat opposite each other. The conversation revolved around our kids and school. We also chatted about our late parents and how we trying to cope with that loss.I think she avoided talking about us so I decided not to go there. I think the fear of not wanting to hear the worst got the better of me. I hate rejection okay !!! She liked the gift or so she said ... Anyway 90 minutes later it was time for me to get back to work. I sent her an email to thank her for the time we spent together and I also expressed a feeling of saddness everytime I have to leave her. Probably because I'd like to spend more time with her and also it might be some time before we see each other again. From 3 times a week to probably 3 times a month. I don't think you can blame me for feeling this way. Her reply this morning: " &lt;em&gt;I don't think you want to know how I feel&lt;/em&gt;" WTF do I make of it. I think she could see I wasn't impressed with her reply cos the next email she sent was ... &lt;em&gt;" Are you miserable today?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the hell am I supposed to respond to this.... any ideas? yeah I know you going to tell me to sit her down and talk the whole thing through even at the risk of losing her completely. I know sometime ago she said that she'd rather just be friends but then there were times thereafter where the message was quite clear that there was more than just a friendship between us.&lt;br /&gt;I mean how do lovers just become "friends" without sharing that intimacy that was once shared? Is it "normal" for a guy to feel this way?&lt;br /&gt;Geez ... today I'm really spilling my guts ... I hope I haven't bored you to death by now, or disappointed you since there was no "action" like some people I know have been getting lately *&lt;em&gt;wink&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay enough of that ... the temp is still sitting pretty low .. 8 deg C outside .... We were hoping for snow... The last time it snowed in our city was in 1981 ... yep 1981!!!&lt;br /&gt;I could do with heat though ... So for you folks up north ...Pllleeeaasse send me some heat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow for now ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-115459355986823130?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/115459355986823130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=115459355986823130&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115459355986823130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115459355986823130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-lunch-date.html' title='My lunch date'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-115451231037487189</id><published>2006-08-02T11:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:05:35.376+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch</title><content type='html'>In an hours time I'll out to lunch with N... It's her birthday today and I bought her this lovely silver chain. I know she loves silver so I think she'll like the gift.&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought that we saw the last of winter we get the coldes day of the year thus far. Last night the temp fell below freezing and this morning while driving to work it was only 2 deg Celsius. For me thats bloody cold since we are used to the 20 deg and above.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully something and nice will be available to keep me warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-115451231037487189?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/115451231037487189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=115451231037487189&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115451231037487189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115451231037487189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2006/08/lunch.html' title='Lunch'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-115433410803017332</id><published>2006-07-31T09:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:05:34.576+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Monday</title><content type='html'>I had a hectic weekend, spent Saturday night looking for someone I know who's been in a drug rehab centre and just had a relapse. I got the call just before midnight from her mom and went out in search of her daughter ( 27 year old). I finally found her at 5:30 totally stoned out of her mind. Man what a waste of life. Her family is wrecked and they've been living a miserable life these past few months.&lt;br /&gt;I just wish I could do more to help them out. I think that at the end of the day it is still up to the individual to want to be helped.&lt;br /&gt;I just feel so lost ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, It's N... birthday on Wednesday and we are meeting for coffee. I've got no expectation and will have a decent chat with her... Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;I see Miranda is on some detox treatment .... Me too... I've been wanting to loose a few kgs for the past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Sugar has been quiet thes past few days and MrG ..... Thanks for all the kids words and advice mate.&lt;br /&gt;MrsB seems to be on top of the world. I hope the next 6 weeks passes by quickly.&lt;br /&gt;~Deb ... I hope your PC gets fixed soon .... Better get some protection der ... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway chow for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-115433410803017332?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/115433410803017332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=115433410803017332&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115433410803017332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115433410803017332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2006/07/another-monday.html' title='Another Monday'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-115409003001252995</id><published>2006-07-28T14:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:05:34.231+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/2772/1600/garden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/2772/320/garden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to attend a program sposored by the company to promotes itsvalues. been there , done it and got the T-shirt years ago. All I can say is the food was good.&lt;br /&gt;The weekends here and it feels like the week took too long to end.&lt;br /&gt;I think today I'll post a tip for the weekend ... Hopefully someone will benefit from it ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's pic .... Could you please water my plants while I'm away for a few days ...LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's tips&lt;br /&gt;For her:31 Flower-gasm You can't go wrong giving a woman roses. Here's a unique, romantic technique that will touch her heart as well as a more erotic location on her body. Here's What You Need: One thornless rose. Here's How You Do It: Get your woman naked. Have her lie on her back. Hold the rose over her stomach. Glide the rose over your woman's skin while simultaneously twirling it back and forth between your fingers. Brush the rose over her breasts, cleavage, neck, face and arms. Move it down her legs and let the rose tickle her toes. Finally, stroke your woman's vagina with the rose until she's ready for something a little more stimulating. Now pull a single petal from the rose and place it on the tip of your forefinger. Gently press the soft, silky rose petal to your woman's clitoris. Imagine the numeral "8" laid on its side. That's the pattern you want to trace with your finger on and around her aroused clitoris (the petal should follow your finger). Vary the patterns you trace, as well as the intensity with which you press, until you find just the right combination to bring your woman to a romantic, unforgettable climax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Him: 70 The Licorice Lasso Here's a fun and playful way to tie your man up. Here's What You Need: One bag of long licorice whips. Here's How You Do It: Get your man naked. Have him lie on the bed with his arms above his head. Take one length of licorice and tie his right wrist to the bedpost. Do the same with his left. Kiss, lick, stroke and generally tease your man. When his penis is erect, tie another strand of licorice around it. Pull on the licorice whip to guide your man's penis into your mouth. Pleasure him orally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-115409003001252995?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/115409003001252995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=115409003001252995&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115409003001252995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115409003001252995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2006/07/garden.html' title='Garden'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-115390140442697793</id><published>2006-07-26T09:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:05:33.998+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused</title><content type='html'>Hi guys, Being away fom the office these past few days was a pleasant break from the office.&lt;br /&gt;I think I should do more of it. N… came back last Thursday and called as soon as she got home. She was extremely tired from the 16 hour flight. The next day she was stuck in bed with muscle spasms so it was off to the doctors for a shot and a weekend of bed rest. Needless to say I hardly got to see her or to chat. We had a long phone chat yesterday but the conversation was very cordial. I stayed off the topic of our relationship. I decided to take it real slow ( almost to a snails pace) and if something is meant to happen then it will. I know you guys said that I should rather sit her down and have a serious talk about us but to be honest I’m afraid that it will turn ugly and then we’ll probably part ways forever. However if that happens then I’ll know where I stand and will be able to pick up the pieces and start the healing process (easier said than done). Am I normal in feeling this way ? … I dunno...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-115390140442697793?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/115390140442697793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=115390140442697793&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115390140442697793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115390140442697793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2006/07/confused.html' title='Confused'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-115360787782551477</id><published>2006-07-23T00:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:05:33.743+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of town</title><content type='html'>Hi guys ... I'll be out of town until Tuesday ... Until then Take care and be good otherwise be good at it ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-115360787782551477?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/115360787782551477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=115360787782551477&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115360787782551477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115360787782551477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2006/07/out-of-town.html' title='Out of town'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-115337546603929076</id><published>2006-07-20T08:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:05:33.524+02:00</updated><title type='text'>30 THINGS STRESSED WOMEN MAY SAY AT WORK</title><content type='html'>30 THINGS STRESSED WOMEN MAY SAY AT WORK&lt;br /&gt;1.    Okay, okay! I take it back. Unfuck you.&lt;br /&gt;2.    You say I'm a bitch like it's a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;3.    Well, this day was a total waste of make-up.&lt;br /&gt;4.    Well, aren't we a damn ray of sunshine?&lt;br /&gt;5.    Don't bother me, I'm living happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;6.    Do I look like a people person?&lt;br /&gt;7.    This isn't an office. It's hell with fluorescent lighting.&lt;br /&gt;8.    I started out with nothing and I still have most of it left.&lt;br /&gt;9.    Therapy is expensive. Popping bubble wrap is cheap. You choose.&lt;br /&gt;10.  Why don't you try practicing random acts of intelligence and senseless acts self-control?&lt;br /&gt;11.   I'm not crazy. I've just been in a very bad mood for 30 years.&lt;br /&gt;12.  Sarcasm is just one more service I offer.&lt;br /&gt;13.  Do they ever shut up on your planet?&lt;br /&gt;14.  I'm not your type. I'm not inflatable.&lt;br /&gt;15.  Stress is when you wake up screaming and you realize you haven'tgone to sleep yet!&lt;br /&gt;16.  Back off!! You're standing in my aura.&lt;br /&gt;17.  Don't worry. I forgot your name too.&lt;br /&gt;18.  I work 45 hours a week to be this poor.&lt;br /&gt;19.  Not all men are annoying. Some are dead.&lt;br /&gt;20.  Wait...I'm trying to imagine you with a personality.&lt;br /&gt;21.   Chaos, panic and disorder ... my work here is done.&lt;br /&gt;22.   Ambivalent? Well, yes and no.&lt;br /&gt;23.   You look like shit. Is that the style now?&lt;br /&gt;24.   Earth is full. Go home.&lt;br /&gt;25.   Aw, did I step on your poor little itty bitty ego?&lt;br /&gt;26.   I'm not tense, just terribly, terribly alert.&lt;br /&gt;27.   A hard-on doesn't count as personal growth.&lt;br /&gt;28.   You are depriving some village of an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;29.   If assholes could fly, this place would be an airport.&lt;br /&gt;30.   Look in my eyes ... Do you see one ounce of gives-a-shit?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-115337546603929076?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/115337546603929076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=115337546603929076&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115337546603929076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115337546603929076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2006/07/30-things-stressed-women-may-say-at.html' title='30 THINGS STRESSED WOMEN MAY SAY AT WORK'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-115329309783730106</id><published>2006-07-19T09:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:05:33.332+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to make u smile</title><content type='html'>THIRTY LINES TO MAKE YOU SMILE!&lt;br /&gt;1.. My husband and I divorced over religious differences. He thought he was God and I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;2.. I don't suffer from insanity; I enjoy every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;3.. I Work Hard Because Millions On Welfare Depend on Me!&lt;br /&gt;4.. Some people are alive only because it's illegal to kill them.&lt;br /&gt;5.. I used to have a handle on life, but it broke.&lt;br /&gt;6.. Don't take life too seriously;  no one gets out alive.&lt;br /&gt;7.. You're just jealous because the voices only talk to me&lt;br /&gt;8.. Beauty is in the eye of the beer holder.&lt;br /&gt;9.. Earth is the insane asylum for the universe.&lt;br /&gt;10.. I'm not a complete idiot -- Some parts are missing.&lt;br /&gt; 11.. Out of my mind. Back in five minutes.&lt;br /&gt;12. NyQuil, the stuffy, sneezy, why-the-heck-is-the-room-spinning medicine.&lt;br /&gt;13.. God must love stupid people; He made so many.&lt;br /&gt;14.. The gene pool could use a little chlorine.&lt;br /&gt;15.. Consciousness: That annoying time between naps.&lt;br /&gt;16.. Ever stop to think, and forget to start again?&lt;br /&gt;17.. Being "over the hill" is much better than being under it!&lt;br /&gt;18.. Wrinkled Was Not One of the Things I Wanted to Be When I Grew up.&lt;br /&gt;19.. Procrastinate Now!&lt;br /&gt;20.. I Have a Degree in Liberal Arts; Do You Want Fries With That?&lt;br /&gt;21.. A hangover is the wrath of grapes.&lt;br /&gt;22.. A journey of a thousand miles begins with a cash advance&lt;br /&gt;23.. Stupidity is not a handicap. Park elsewhere!&lt;br /&gt;24..They call it PMS because MadCow Disease was already taken.&lt;br /&gt;25..He who dies with the most toys is nonetheless dead.&lt;br /&gt;26..A picture is worth a thousand words, but it uses up three thousand times the memory. 27..Ham and eggs. A day's work for a chicken, a lifetime commitment for a pig.&lt;br /&gt;28.. The trouble with life is there's no background music.&lt;br /&gt;29.. The original point and click interface, was a Smith and Wesson.&lt;br /&gt;30.. I smile because I don't know what the hell is going on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-115329309783730106?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/115329309783730106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=115329309783730106&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115329309783730106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115329309783730106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2006/07/something-to-make-u-smile.html' title='Something to make u smile'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-115321570431061569</id><published>2006-07-18T11:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:05:33.069+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Complicated lives</title><content type='html'>Sometimes people are put into our lives to make us realize that the so called problems we are faced with are nothing compared to what these people are suffering. This morning I received 2 calls, one from a guy I see in my neighbourhood. He needs to get his kid into high school next year and with the high cost of quality education in our country things are not looking too good for him. The company he works for is 'down scaling' as they call it and his job is on the line.&lt;br /&gt;The second call I received was from a mate whose 19 year old kid is doing drugs. Now after hearing these 2 guys it made me realize that the stuff i'm going through (regarding N... and myself) is almost insignificant compared to the problems these guys are facing.&lt;br /&gt;I should actually be thankful for what I have and not look at what I don't.&lt;br /&gt;Talking about N... , she gets back on Thursday. At first I was all excited about wanting to see her again but then a thought crossed my mind that since she's been spending all that time with her husband and kids on holiday, what if she has a change of mind regarding us and how should I react if that is the case. Where is this leading to ... I have no idea. What to do if it does go the way I think .... well that's where you come in... Yes, you my blog friend that's reading this and probably went through a similar experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like posting any tips today .... maybe later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-115321570431061569?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/115321570431061569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=115321570431061569&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115321570431061569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115321570431061569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2006/07/complicated-lives.html' title='Complicated lives'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-115313225878084197</id><published>2006-07-17T10:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:05:32.859+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Short week</title><content type='html'>I saw this on Mr G's and Sugars site , so I thought I'd give it a shot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doll&lt;/strong&gt;- my cousin’s kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Potatoe&lt;/strong&gt;- baked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oyster&lt;/strong&gt;- sexy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dog&lt;/strong&gt;- my German Shepard that died 2 years ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Telephone&lt;/strong&gt;- waiting for THAT call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Red Toenail&lt;/strong&gt; – hate it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever.....Gotten stuck in an elevator?&lt;/strong&gt; For a few minutes only , would have been nicer if I had some pleasant company with me *smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Egged a person?&lt;/strong&gt; Yep, in high school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stalked someone to find out where they work or live?&lt;/strong&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spent an entire day in nothing but your underwear?&lt;/strong&gt; Yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Read some friends mail or other personal papers without them knowing?&lt;/strong&gt; Not proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gone Skinny Dipping?&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, a few times during some HOT summer days and nights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been in a fist or cat fight?&lt;/strong&gt; Yes... High school again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lasts.....Time you tripped?&lt;/strong&gt; Last Wednesday on the squash court!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time you cleaned the base of your toilet?&lt;/strong&gt; A long time ago … I’m fortunate in that I have hired help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gum you had?&lt;/strong&gt; Stemerol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pair of socks?&lt;/strong&gt; Navy Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beverage you had?&lt;/strong&gt; Cuppicino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spur of the moment decision you made?&lt;/strong&gt; Sending flowers to someone special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movie you watched?&lt;/strong&gt; SWAT 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would you....Say if your best friend told you they love you (male or female)?&lt;/strong&gt; What’s love?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Right now ....What are you wearing?&lt;/strong&gt; Work clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you thinking?&lt;/strong&gt; 3 days to payday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you listening to?&lt;/strong&gt; The sound from the aircon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would you like to be listening to?&lt;/strong&gt; The sweet voice of my ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you annoyed by the length of this survey?&lt;/strong&gt; Nah … kinda enjoying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you tired?&lt;/strong&gt; Actually quite refreshed … Didn’t get it all this morning though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How many people in the room?&lt;/strong&gt; Probably about 50 …. It’s an open plan office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Any cuts or bruises on your body?&lt;/strong&gt; Does nail marks from wild passion count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are there any animals in the room?&lt;/strong&gt; Well, some of the guys here look like animals …. So yeah LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you eating anything?&lt;/strong&gt; Not yet … perhaps in another hour or so&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-115313225878084197?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/115313225878084197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=115313225878084197&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115313225878084197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115313225878084197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2006/07/short-week.html' title='Short week'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-115286801697279277</id><published>2006-07-14T10:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:05:32.634+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Decide</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/2772/1600/decide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/2772/320/decide.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like there lots of happiness going around in blogland. I will glean from this happiness and cheer myself up. Fortunately I have a busy weekend ahead as usual. Taking the kids to the movies, working on my car ( yeah it's due for a service) oh I also have to come in to work at midnight on Saturday. The weather has been mild and another 5 weeks of winter left...YEAHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;I read MrG's post today and found it very touching. He has alot of courage to open up and tell us about his story and what he's going through. I admire you man.&lt;br /&gt;As for Sugar ... Smile on girl *wink*&lt;br /&gt;Freebird... I'm glad you're enjoying your moments of bliss with Mr E.&lt;br /&gt;What I found very interesting was JK's post .... It's the moments away from each other that gets to people and how to deal with it is what determines how a relationship will go.&lt;br /&gt;In my quiet time I will think about this and perhaps I'll have an idea of how to deal with the situation when N... gets back. Can't it just be the way it was when we first met...... ( &lt;em&gt;Okay I'll need MrG's courage to spill my guts on the blog... maybe one day huh?&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's pic: Decisions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today tips:&lt;br /&gt;For her: 30 Auto-erotica There are a lot of cars out there with automatic sunroofs. Hopefully, yours is one of them. If not, find an excuse to rent one for a day; it'll be worth every penny. Here's What You Need: One car with a sunroof. Here's How You Do It: Park where nobody can see you and open up the sunroof. Since you've got a radio within arm's length, put on some appropriate music. Get your woman naked, or at least bottomless. Have her climb up on the roof and sit on the back edge of the sunroof, facing the hood (her feet can rest comfortably against the windshield). Get into the passenger's seat and kneel, facing the trunk. Now raise your head up between her legs. Using your mouth and tongue, pleasure her like you never have before. Let her enjoy all the unique sensations: the height, the danger, the smooth metal and glass against her bare skin and your unique vantage point. Fifty years from now, she'll still be talking about this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Him: 69 Griffin's Throttle Here's a great hand technique that your man won't be able to get enough of. Here's What You Need: One bottle of water-based lubricant. Here's How You Do It: Get your man naked. Have him stand. Sit down beside your man, facing him. Apply a small amount of lubricant to you hands. Rub them together to allow the lubricant to warm up. Using the hand nearest your man's body (if you're sitting on his right side, that would be your left hand), grasp his penis. Hold it like you would hold a handle bar. Flex your wrist up and down as if you were "revving" the throttle on a motorcycle. When his penis is fully erect, add your other hand. Flex your wrists in opposite directions (when you flex your left wrist up, flex your right wrist down and vice-versa). The bottom half of his penis will feel clockwise stimulation at the same time the top half feels it counterclockwise. Continue until he "pops a wheelie" good orgasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow for now ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-115286801697279277?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/115286801697279277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=115286801697279277&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115286801697279277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115286801697279277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2006/07/decide.html' title='Decide'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-115277588298523647</id><published>2006-07-13T08:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:05:32.401+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted to Blogland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/2772/1600/Belasfotos087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/2772/320/Belasfotos087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how addicted one gets to blogland ... For the past 2 days I simply couldn't connect to the site and it really pissed me off. It wasn't my PC nor my ISP. This morning I tried and WALA ... I'm back in blogland. Now to catch up on some reading...&lt;br /&gt;Sugar .... Your sadness is making me sad.... Is there anything I can do to help you through this trying time?&lt;br /&gt;MrG .... Hey buddy, hope you're having a great time with your kid.&lt;br /&gt;MrsB ... How's your fish this morning? BTW , I was in Crete in May 2005 and I had a wonderful time. Wouldn't mind going back again.&lt;br /&gt;As for Miranda ... I miss you dear... Hope you having fun.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I told Fatz about blogspot. She's interested in joining blogland .. She obviously doesn't know my blog and I decided not to tell her about it.&lt;br /&gt;Another week before N... gets back and its over a week since I last heard from her. I hope she's okay.&lt;br /&gt;A strange thing happened this morning. I was quietly sitting at my desk doing my work when the boss walked in and greeted all the staff .... I thought WTF .... I guess he probably 'got it all this morning' ....&lt;br /&gt;I should find out who he's humping and ask her to do him every day... really, this guy will only greet you like once a month.... Can you imagine working for someone like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's pic ... Wildlife in Africa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's tips..&lt;br /&gt;For her: 29 The Spooning Turtle Here's a technique some say was made famous by legendary blues musician Muddy Waters. Here's What You Need: One bottle of water-based lubricant. Here's How You Do It: Get your woman naked. You, too. Apply a small amount of lubricant to your penis. Have her lie on her side and snuggle up behind her. You know: the classic "spooning" position. With your woman's legs slightly open, insert the length of your penis between the lips of her vagina. DO NOT insert yourself into her vagina, but only between the lips. Have your woman close her legs, surrounding your penis. Now begin to thrust as if you were inside of her. The head of your penis will move back and forth over her clitoris. Continue thrusting until your woman sings anything but the blues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For him:68 Brew-topia In England, tea time is usually at four o'clock in the afternoon; but you can spring this classic technique on your man anytime and really heat things up in the bedroom. Here's What You Need: One cup of hot tea (not scalding). Here's How You Do It: Get your man naked. Have him stand. Kneel down in front of your man and take a sip of tea. Do not swallow it. Press your closed lips against the head of his penis and quickly take it into your mouth (try not to allow any of the tea to escape). Keep your head still for about fifteen seconds, allowing your man to fully experience the heating sensation. Pleasure your man orally, take additional sips of tea as needed. Continue until he yells, "The British are coming! The British are coming!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-115277588298523647?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/115277588298523647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=115277588298523647&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115277588298523647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115277588298523647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2006/07/addicted-to-blogland.html' title='Addicted to Blogland'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-115253629972572704</id><published>2006-07-10T13:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:05:32.244+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Longing for a holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/2772/1600/Irakbay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/2772/320/Irakbay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty pissed ... I wrote my entire post and for some reason it couldn't be published. Anyway here's a second try...&lt;br /&gt;I had a hectic weekend with Saturday being spent doing stuff around the house and spending time with the kids. We went ice skating , I had to find my balance on the ice after many years.&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday I had a host of people over for lunch. It was good seeing family and friends after a long time. The day ended on a rather sad note ... a guy who lives in my area passed away from a heart attack on the golf course yesterday. He was only 31 years old and his wife is expecting their 3rd child. My hearts bleeds for this family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I came to work hoping that I'll be cheered up after reading SUGAR's posts only to see that she's really sad..... So now I'll just share in her pain.&lt;br /&gt;I have a new reader of my blog ... welcome to &lt;a href="http://flyflyfreebird.blogspot.com/"&gt;Freebird&lt;/a&gt; . I hope this blog makes you smile with all the crap I write and the boring stuff I post. I hope the tips are helpful... Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what Miranda is up to ... hmmm? I hope she's having "FUN!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's pic is the habour in the city of Iraklion on the Island of Crete (Greece) ... I don't know why I'm posting it, maybe its beacause I'm longing for another hoilday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway chow for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-115253629972572704?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/115253629972572704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=115253629972572704&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115253629972572704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115253629972572704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2006/07/longing-for-holiday.html' title='Longing for a holiday'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-115227531036611551</id><published>2006-07-07T14:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:05:32.015+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday at last</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/2772/1600/pic24464_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/2772/320/pic24464_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A strange thing happened yesterday just before I left the office, N.... called from Canada. Yeah it threw me off my feet! She called to say Hi and see how I was doing .... Geez , don't know what to make of it.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the weekend is here and I have a brithday party to attend to tomorrow. I also promised the kids that I'd take them out. I'm also on call for the entire weekend. So it looks like it's gonna be a busy weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow for now ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-115227531036611551?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/115227531036611551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=115227531036611551&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115227531036611551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115227531036611551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2006/07/friday-at-last.html' title='Friday at last'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-115218328475821644</id><published>2006-07-06T12:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:05:31.777+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizz</title><content type='html'>After reading SUGAR's post I had to come back and do mine ... So here goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 - The book nearest me ...page 18 line 4: Computer world … The streetPilot c500 series is based on the c300 series ( whatever the hell that is … hey I’m at work okay!)."&lt;br /&gt;#2 Stretch out left arm.....what do you touch?. ......My desk , my phone and a bottle of water … I’m trying to detox.&lt;br /&gt;#3 last thing watched on television...? .......The semi finals  of the world cup soccer … France vs Portugal&lt;br /&gt;#4 Without looking what time is it? ......16:30 ( I wish)&lt;br /&gt;#5 What actual time is it? 12:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;#6 With the exception of the computer what can you hear? .....My colleagues bitching about the high price of fuel&lt;br /&gt;#7 When did you last step outside?. about an hour ago. Went out for some fresh air&lt;br /&gt;#8 Before this survey what did you look at? ......mail from SUGAR&lt;br /&gt;#9 What are you wearing? .......Black pants, white shirt … pretty boring work clothes&lt;br /&gt;#10 Did you dream last night? Yep! …. Dreamt of N… …. &lt;em&gt;Gawd&lt;/em&gt; I miss her&lt;br /&gt;#11 When did you last laugh? A few minutes ago … just chatted to Fatz and she said something to cheer me up&lt;br /&gt;#12 What is on the walls in the room? ....paintings of some unknown artist which the company paid a fortune for and looks like shit&lt;br /&gt;#13 Seen anything weird lately? .......A man with 2 faces … My Boss the dick head!&lt;br /&gt;#14 What do you think of this quiz? .....makes me look busy&lt;br /&gt;#15 What is the last film you saw? The Lion king again!! …. With my 5 year old&lt;br /&gt;#16 If you became a multi-millionaire what would you buy?..... A holiday home at the coast and pay up the debts of all my friends.&lt;br /&gt;#17 Tell me something we don't know I’m hungry right now and getting pretty irritated&lt;br /&gt;#18 If you could change one thing about the world, what would you do?  I’d bring back the death penalty in this country.&lt;br /&gt;#19 Do you like to dance? ........yeah to slow songs …&lt;br /&gt;#20 George Bush? .... Dumbo&lt;br /&gt;#21 Imagine your first child is a girl........She’d be the apple of my eye&lt;br /&gt;#22 Imagine your first child is a boy .....He’s already 14 and in high school&lt;br /&gt;#23 Would you consider living abroad? .......Yeah , thought about it&lt;br /&gt;#24 What would God say to you when you reach the pearly gates? …. Naughty naughty  hmmmm?&lt;br /&gt;#25 3 people who will do this quiz: Not sure ….. I’m probably the last one in blogland to do it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-115218328475821644?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/115218328475821644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=115218328475821644&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115218328475821644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115218328475821644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2006/07/quizz.html' title='Quizz'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-115217653226727404</id><published>2006-07-06T10:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:05:31.521+02:00</updated><title type='text'>C'mon Weekend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/2772/1600/pic00041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/2772/400/pic00041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days to the weekend ... woohooo!!!! Even though i'm on call for the weekend I can't wait for it.This has been one of the longest weeks ever! At least the gym session last night was pretty good and I really can't complain cos getting laid 5 times in the last 7 days is cool ... *grin*&lt;br /&gt;You can guess what mood i'm in today so read on for your tips ....&lt;br /&gt;Fatz just told me that N... will be back in the country on the 20th... thats like 2 F*&amp;^#@! weeks away. I have to admit that her being away has made me seriously think about our relationship and it seems that I'll probably take a step back and not expect too much from it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm saying that now but just one call from her and I melt like butter .... F&amp;amp;^% .. I HATE it!!!&lt;br /&gt;However I still hope and wish that she'd at least call to say hi or even send me an email .... perhaps theres a message in her silence .... C'mon you wise souls out there ... help me out on this one .... pleeeaaase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay , here is today's tip:&lt;br /&gt;For her:Sue-Bliss Here's a classic technique that's probably been done for thousands of years. It definitely belongs in your "bag of tricks." Here's What You Need: One bottle of honey. Here's How You Do It: Get your woman naked. Have her lie on her left side. Place a single drop of honey on her right ear lobe and another along her hairline behind the ear. Apply a small stream of honey all the way down her right side, from her armpit to her ankle. Beginning at the ear lobe, slowly and methodically use your tongue and mouth to lick and apply gentle suction, removing the honey from her entire right side. When you're done, have your woman turn over. Do the exact same thing to her left side. Now have your woman lie on her back with her knees bent and legs slightly apart. Extend your tongue and squeeze a small amount of honey (about the size of a nickel) onto the tip. Pleasure your woman orally. When necessary, apply more honey to the tip of your tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Him: The One-Fingered Parrot This is a great technique every time you do it for your man -- but the first time is always the best. The trick is not letting him in on what you're doing ahead of time. It may take a couple of minutes to make the connection, but once he does he'll have the time of his life. And you'll probably learn a lot about what he likes, as well. Here's What You Need: Just the two of you. Here's How You Do It: Get your man naked. Have him lie on his back with his legs apart. Lie down between his legs. Extend one of your arms and lay it on his chest. Point your index finger at your man, just in front of his mouth, and keep it there. Now wait for him to do something to your index finger. Usually, he'll kiss it. As soon as he does, you kiss his penis in the corresponding spot. If he kisses the tip of your finger, you kiss the tip of his penis. Don't do anything to him until he does it to your finger. If he asks you what's going on, don't say a word. Just wag your finger at him to refocus his attention. Eventually, he'll catch on to the fact that whatever he does to your finger, you'll do to his penis. Once he realizes this, watch out. Your man is going to go crazy with this new-found power. Keep doing whatever he does to your finger until he erupts in one of the most satisfying orgasms you could ever give him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-115217653226727404?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/115217653226727404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=115217653226727404&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115217653226727404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115217653226727404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2006/07/cmon-weekend.html' title='C&apos;mon Weekend...'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-115209730358046732</id><published>2006-07-05T09:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:05:31.300+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/2772/1600/pic05705_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/2772/320/pic05705_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many things in life that will catch your eye, But only a few that will catch your heart...Persue those&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That my friends is my quote for today. I woke up pretty sad this morning cos I had this dream of my dad. Even though we were pretty close I felt that I hadn't spent enough time with him nor did I tell him enough how he much he meant to me. I guess these kinda days will come and its important how we deal with them hey?&lt;br /&gt;I just landed a decent size building contract so hopefully there'll be some money to spend on the kids in about 6 weeks time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only Wednesday and the weekend seems too far off..... I've was up late last night watching the soccer world cup so today I feel like taking off early from work. Not too much going on anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-115209730358046732?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/115209730358046732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=115209730358046732&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115209730358046732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115209730358046732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2006/07/passion.html' title='Passion'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-115201564397753658</id><published>2006-07-04T11:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:05:31.025+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunrise on the east coast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/2772/1600/DSC00335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/2772/320/DSC00335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Guys, this was sent to me by a dear friend and I wanted to share it with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"One evening an old man told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people.&lt;br /&gt;He said, "My son, the battle is between 2 "wolves" inside us all.&lt;br /&gt;One is Evil. It is anger, envy, jealousy,sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other is Good. It is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility,kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith."&lt;br /&gt;The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather:&lt;br /&gt;"Which wolf wins?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man simply replied . . . ,&lt;br /&gt;"The one you feed ."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I finally finished going through my 300 odd emails and reading most of my favourite bloggs. Getting back to work after a 2 week break is such a drag.... I'm still in that hoilday mood. The weather is warming up and hopefully no more cold fronts for the next 2 months ( wishful thinking). My mates are already thinking of our next vacation and have asked me to look into it.... Geez these guys have loads of money that they can start planning another trip. I'll have to get one of them to sponsor me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't you sometimes just feel like staying in bed and not doing anything... Well this morning I felt like that but I obviously couldn't try that trick cos the boss man would be pretty pissed. However after reading Sugar's post I suddenly just felt good.... :-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fatz has been a real friend since N... went away. She calls me at least twice a day to check how I'm doing. Not forgetting the kind words of my friends in blogdland , I'm doing okay.... Thanx a stack guys.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The boys are bored at home since they're on a 3 week school vacation. I promised to take them out sometime soon.... &lt;em&gt;I'd better keep that promise&lt;/em&gt; .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway chow for now ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-115201564397753658?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/115201564397753658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=115201564397753658&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115201564397753658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115201564397753658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2006/07/sunrise-on-east-coast.html' title='Sunrise on the east coast'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-115192425171663373</id><published>2006-07-03T12:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:05:30.750+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/2772/1600/DSC00337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/2772/200/DSC00337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first day back at work after a 2 week break. I have 300 emails to go through and load of blogg reading to catch up on. I see Miranda is feeling better and Sugar is brilliant as usual. I still have got down to reading Mr.G's blog.&lt;br /&gt;The I was away was great. I spent time at home with the kids and went away to the coast with my mates. The memories of the time we spent together will always be cherished.&lt;br /&gt;N.. flew out to London and from there to Canada last Wednesday. She only told me this 2 days before her flight and what pissed me off was that we hardly got to chat before she left. I think she knew I'd be miserable so she deliberately avoided me.&lt;br /&gt;So for the Next 3 weeks I'm going to be morbid ... forgive me for that but I really can't do with her okay !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the 2 weeks the weather was really crappy. Not forgetting its winter season this part of the earth. The temps have dropped down to zero degrees Celsius at nights. Another month and we'll be into spring again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to get back to work ... will post more later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-115192425171663373?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/115192425171663373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=115192425171663373&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115192425171663373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115192425171663373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back...'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-115036313115648506</id><published>2006-06-15T11:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:05:30.359+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Chow for now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/2772/1600/Iceberg%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/2772/320/Iceberg%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought I'd leave early today , I get loaded with work that will probably keep me busy until 4:30 pm. No big deal cos from tomorrow I'll be away for 2 weeks. The only thing I'll miss is reading your blogs and comments.&lt;br /&gt;N... is off sick with the flu again but we'll be meeting nextweek sometime for that breakfast. She's moved into a new office so I sent her some flowers ( &lt;em&gt;they delivering it on Monday)... gawd&lt;/em&gt; what wouldn't I do for her ....&lt;br /&gt;Not much else to say other than take care and be good and if you can't be good then be good at it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow for now and chat again on the 3rd of July.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-115036313115648506?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/115036313115648506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=115036313115648506&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115036313115648506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115036313115648506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2006/06/chow-for-now.html' title='Chow for now...'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-115027748669352953</id><published>2006-06-14T11:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:05:30.172+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sailing away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/2772/1600/Belasfotos082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/2772/320/Belasfotos082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever have those days when you have no motivation to come to the office. Where you'd rather take a long walk or spend time in a book shop or sit and chat with someone who'd listen and not judge you for saying what you want to.&lt;br /&gt;Today I feel like that and unfortunately the people that would listen are too F*&amp;amp;^%$# busy, so here I am at my desk typing away and hoping the day will pass by quickly. At least I have gym tonight and I know that it always gives me the high that I enjoy ( especially since it's been a week since I last got laid) thats like really sad compared to 4 times a week.&lt;br /&gt;Okay so only you guys know what the hell i'm going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow for now ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-115027748669352953?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/115027748669352953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=115027748669352953&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115027748669352953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115027748669352953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2006/06/sailing-away.html' title='Sailing away'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-115018828279105487</id><published>2006-06-13T10:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:05:29.938+02:00</updated><title type='text'>2 days to go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/2772/1600/Belasfotos080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/2772/320/Belasfotos080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's mid winter and the temp is 23deg calcius outside.... I luv it!. Hopefully it will continue this way for the next 2 weeks cos I'm going on vacation! ... YEAAAH&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't posted for a few days, It's just been crazy and since I only have 2 days to go I have tons to do. So please excuse me for the short posts.&lt;br /&gt;N... has been very nice to me lately and I really don't know what to make of it. Perhaps my time out of town will make her realize something .... I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;Fatz has been very bus at work and we haven't had much time to really chat.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'll manage gym this week, I'm still nursing an injured back.( no it wasn't any wild sex sessions... although I wouldn't complain if it was ) LOL&lt;br /&gt;Miranda ... I hope you feeling well and back at work.&lt;br /&gt;Sugar ... hmmm what can I say ... your posts keep me going.&lt;br /&gt;MrG ... Been abit quiet lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway chow for now ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-115018828279105487?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/115018828279105487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=115018828279105487&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115018828279105487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/115018828279105487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2006/06/2-days-to-go.html' title='2 days to go'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-114985989050236330</id><published>2006-06-09T15:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:05:29.682+02:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/2772/1600/Hell%20Freeze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/2772/320/Hell%20Freeze.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/2772/1600/nowhere.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Friday once again and what a hectic it was. Once again I'm working on Sunday but hey I could do with the extra cash. The kids are busy preparing for mid term exams so I'll probably spend most of the weekend at home.&lt;br /&gt;4 more days before I go on vacation ( promise to post pics when I get back)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much else to post today ... Oh before I forget here this weekends tips...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Her:The Flickering Candle Here's a great technique that will add variety to your oral pleasing talents. It's been around for centuries. But we'll bet your woman has never experienced it -- until now. Here's What You Need: One candle. Here's How You Do It: Get your woman naked. Have her lie on her back with her knees bent and legs slightly apart. Light the candle and place it near your woman's head (not too close). Usually, on top of the nightstand will do just fine. If you've got a ceiling fan in your bedroom, turn it on low. Otherwise, any type of fan that will move the air gently around the candle will do. Position yourself so you can pleasure your woman orally and see the flame of the candle at the same time. As the air swirls around the candle and causes to flame to flicker, duplicate the movements of the flame with your tongue. If you like, let your woman know what you're doing so she can anticipate the movements. It's as if the flame itself is pleasuring her. Continue until the flame ignites fireworks in your woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Him: The Pecan Mummy If you're not into making love in the morning, you're selling your man short. After a night full of erotic dreams, you better believe he would love to wake up to an even sexier reality. Here's a great way to start his day. Here's What You Need: One pecan twirl pastry. Here's How You Do It: If your man isn't already naked, get him that way. Take the pecan twirl and break off only the outer-most circle (this part is usually somewhat dry and brittle and wouldn't lend itself to this technique). Now unroll the moist inner circles of the twirl until you have one long strip of pastry. Starting at the base of your man's penis, roll the pastry around the shaft all the way up to the head. Be careful not to break the twirl. Once you're done, nibble away at the top portion of the twirl until you have uncovered the head of your man's penis. Pleasure that portion of your man orally. Nibble away another section of the twirl and pleasure the newly uncovered section. Keep going until you have nibbled away all of the twirl. Pleasure your man fully until he explodes in a day-breaking orgasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow for now ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-114985989050236330?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/114985989050236330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=114985989050236330&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/114985989050236330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/114985989050236330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2006/06/one-of-those-days.html' title='One of those days'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-114975208923254172</id><published>2006-06-08T09:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:05:29.445+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you find the man in the pic?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/2772/1600/coffee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/2772/320/coffee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past 2 days have been rather hectic, with meeting deadlines to attending presentations. I hardly had any spare time to post. I hope you guys are all well and from reading your posts I see Miranda is doing okay. She still needs more R&amp;amp;R. Happy Birthday to Sugar... Luv ya posts dear.&lt;br /&gt;Mr G ... I constantly ready your posts and comments to help keep me positive.&lt;br /&gt;5 more working days to my vacation and I CAN'T WAIT .....&lt;br /&gt;Last night N... sent me a txt message and wants to meet soon for a breakfast or something. I'm not really expecting anything and I'll just wait and see how things turn out.&lt;br /&gt;Until later ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-114975208923254172?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/114975208923254172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=114975208923254172&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/114975208923254172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/114975208923254172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2006/06/can-you-find-man-in-pic.html' title='Can you find the man in the pic?'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-114950414992281813</id><published>2006-06-05T12:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:05:29.286+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rose for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/2772/1600/ATT00018.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/2772/320/ATT00018.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so Monday is here and I have exactly 8 days of work left (excl today) before I take a 2 week vacation. It's going to be a loooong 8 days so i'm going to have to keep myself extremely busy so that the time can pass by quickly. The weekend was kinda quiet, spent time with the kids , had to come in to work at 2 am on Sunday. Had some people over at my place in the afternoon. N... was also kinda busy with family and stuff and so was Fatz. I haven't seen Fatz in weeks and as for N... it just seems like fate is putting a spanner in the works.&lt;br /&gt;kj said something about wishes and how you just land up heart broken... I guess there is some truth in that, but whats important is to pick up the pieces and move on.&lt;br /&gt;Not much else to report on so yeah ... chow for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-114950414992281813?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/114950414992281813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=114950414992281813&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/114950414992281813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/114950414992281813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2006/06/rose-for-you.html' title='A Rose for you'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-114923430648182772</id><published>2006-06-02T09:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:05:29.101+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/2772/1600/pic29358_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/2772/320/pic29358_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been asked to look into the marketing strategy of a holiday resort thats going to be built on the east coast of a neighbouring country. It's about 5 hours drive from my place. I'll be co-ordinating the website design and probably work on other acpects of the operation. I'm so excited about this venture cos this place is on a tropical beach ( palm trees; white beaches and calm seas) Once I've been given the go ahead I'll probably have to go out there for about a month .... hmmm what a life .. I guess someone has to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today tips&lt;br /&gt;For Her:Oriental Shoe Shine Here's an incredibly stimulating technique that gets its name from the back and forth motion you perform with a silk scarf. Here's What You Need: One long silk scarf. One short silk scarf. Here's How You Do It: Get your woman naked. Use the short silk scarf to blindfold her and have her stand with her legs slightly apart. Now you stand at your woman's side, facing her. Run the long silk scarf gently over your woman's body. Let her feel it on her arms, breasts, buttocks and legs. After a couple of minutes, place the scarf in between your woman's legs. Hold one end in front of her, the other behind. Essentially, she should be straddling the scarf. Raise both ends of the scarf above your woman's midsection so that the middle barely touches her clitoris and vagina. Glide the scarf back and forth as if you were "buffing" this delicate area. The longer your strokes, the better. Next, lie down on your back with your head in between your woman's feet. Tell her to kneel and, as she does, drape the scarf over your mouth. Using your hands, guide your woman's hips so that her vagina is positioned directly above your mouth. Pleasure your woman orally through the smooth, silk scarf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Him: Twiddling The Hickory Are you ready for another awesome hand technique that will have him screaming your name in ecstasy? This one's a classic. Here's What You Need: One bottle of water-based lubricant. Here's How You Do It: Get your man naked. Have him lie on his back with his legs spread. Sit in between your man's legs, "Indian-style." Apply a very small amount of lubricant to your thumbs. Interlock your fingers and start "twiddling your thumbs" (you know the motion we're talking about; your thumbs are, in effect, chasing each other in circles). Put your man's penis through the hole between your fingers and thumbs. Resume twiddling your thumbs. Bring your hands down so that your thumbs are continually stroking the underside of the penis, just below the head. Go in one direction for a minute, then the other. Keep reversing every so often until your man builds to an amazing orgasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-114923430648182772?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/114923430648182772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=114923430648182772&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/114923430648182772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/114923430648182772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2006/06/quiet-friday.html' title='Quiet Friday'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-114915621317043798</id><published>2006-06-01T11:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:05:28.847+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy the view</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/2772/1600/outtrigger_canoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/2772/320/outtrigger_canoe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay , so having finished the 2nd phase of my root canal treatment ( and it was bloody sore) I can't wait to get it over with. Today I have a headache from a faulty florescent light above my head. I called the maintenance guy to fix it and while I wait for him I'll suffer in silence.... I know what Sugar will say " have some chocolate". Thats exactly what i'm going to do.&lt;br /&gt;I have to work this weekend, well actually its only for a few hours on Sunday morning ( to be specific ... 2 am on Sunday) I need the extra cash so I won't complain.&lt;br /&gt;N... has recovered from the flu and she seems to be in a good mood. I'm not expecting anything from her until I see it happen.&lt;br /&gt;Fatz is also in a good mood today... she probably got it all last night *wink*&lt;br /&gt;As for me I'll continue to bitch and moan until I get laid .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a while since I posted a tip so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;For Her:Seltzer-gasm This is a fun way to let your woman experience something she never has before: thousands of tiny bubbles swirling around her most sensitive area. Be sure to use the "Gold" variety of the world's most popular tablet. It's had the medicinal ingredients removed. Here's What You Need: One glass of water. One effervescent bicarbonate tablet without aspirin. Here's How You Do It: Get your woman naked. Have her lie on her back with her knees bent and legs slightly apart. Break the tablet into four quarters. Place the rounded edge of one quarter tablet between the top-most portion of your woman's vaginal lips. Insert only enough of the tablet to hold it in place. Take a small sip of water and keep it in your mouth. Press your lips against the portion of her vagina holding the tablet and open them so that a small stream of water trickles out. This should activate the tablet and release bubbles around her vagina. Get into some serious oral pleasuring. When necessary, take another sip of water. If needed, replace the tablet with a fresh piece. Continue until your woman says, "Oh, what a relief it is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Him:The Inverted Cane After the holidays, there are always a few peppermint candy canes left over. Here's how to use one of them in a way "yule" both enjoy. Here's What You Need: One peppermint candy cane. Here's How You Do It: Get your man naked. Have him stand. Kneel down in front of him and unwrap the candy cane. Using your mouth, moisten the curved portion of the cane. Turn it upside-down so it resembles the letter "J" and hook your man's penis with it. Pull up on the cane, raising his penis to your mouth, and pleasure him orally. Move the candy cane back and forth along the shaft of your man's penis while stimulating the head with your mouth. Vary the speed and intensity with which you do both. Remoisten the candy cane as needed. Keep doing this until your man's bells are totally jingled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow for now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-114915621317043798?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/114915621317043798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=114915621317043798&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/114915621317043798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/114915621317043798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2006/06/enjoy-view.html' title='Enjoy the view'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-114907082232166280</id><published>2006-05-31T11:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:05:28.639+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Is she for real</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/2772/1600/toung.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/2772/320/toung.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like another trip to the dentist this afternoon. Geez , twice in 5 days . I can find better things to do than sit at a dentist ( I could be in the company of someone hot and sexy and ......)&lt;br /&gt;Instead I'll be having root canal treatment done..... F*&amp;^ I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;It could be worse though, I could be going for a prostate exam ....*****ouch****&lt;br /&gt;The weather outside today is 20deg C. Pretty lovely for a winters day. As for yesterday I left early but as my luck would have it, I didn't get laid okay !!!! ...F*&amp;amp;^&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is gym night and as usual helping the kids with their school work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miranda , I hope you getting some bed rest. Get well soon.&lt;br /&gt;Sugar, time for holiday dear or you could take a break when the Wimbeldon tournament starts ... All that strawberries and cream... WTF screw the tennis just go for the strawberries and cream&lt;br /&gt;Mr G... Your last post sounded rather depressing... cheer up mate&lt;br /&gt;KJ ... As usual , your post brings some &lt;em&gt;interesting&lt;/em&gt; reading .&lt;br /&gt;Deb ... Haven't heard from you in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chow for now ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-114907082232166280?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/114907082232166280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=114907082232166280&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/114907082232166280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/114907082232166280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2006/05/is-she-for-real.html' title='Is she for real'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-114898776099639252</id><published>2006-05-30T12:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:05:28.400+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Letter M</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/2772/1600/Body-paint1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/2772/320/Body-paint1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                   " BODY PAINT"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today SUGAR gave me the letter M , so here goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad – as in madly in love or I must be f*&amp;amp;^%$ Mad to fall for someone who doesn’t give a shit anymore&lt;br /&gt;Madhouse – The place I work in&lt;br /&gt;Magazine – Mens Health … my favorite&lt;br /&gt;Male – That’s me&lt;br /&gt;Manipulate – I think that’s what N… is trying to do to me but I caught on to it.&lt;br /&gt;Masseuse – I’d like to have a personal one&lt;br /&gt;Menthol – Something Sugar likes&lt;br /&gt;Mind-blowing … sex&lt;br /&gt;Missionary – (position) …. Need I say more&lt;br /&gt;Mistake – Aren’t we all prone to it&lt;br /&gt;Mistress – now theres a thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough for now … Not as exciting as SUGAR’s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a very busy morning and I don't think I'll be taking lunch today. Want to go home early and get laid ..... man am I horny today.&lt;br /&gt;Another 3 weeks and I go away for 2 full weeks of sun and surf.... &lt;em&gt;gawd&lt;/em&gt; I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow for now ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-114898776099639252?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/114898776099639252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=114898776099639252&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/114898776099639252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/114898776099639252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2006/05/letter-m.html' title='The Letter M'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-114888939437393058</id><published>2006-05-29T08:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:05:28.142+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/2772/1600/tears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/2772/320/tears.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN!!! I missed a post on Firday and I'm really pissed about it. Actually what happened was, I broke a tooth on Thursday and needed to see the dentist urgently on Friday. So I came in early friday morning to finish off my work in order to leave early. Hence no post ... &lt;em&gt;sorry&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say the dentist has to do a root canal treatment on my tooth and I've got to see him another 2 times to complete the treatment. I've got to be careful not to bite too hard on that side just is case more damage is caused. The weather turned out to be warm and sunny. Spent Saturday doing work around the house. N... is still recovering from the flu. Hardly spoke to her and somehow it seems like she's slowly distancing herself from me. I wonder is it really worth opening your heart and soul to someone who shows they care and then one day they decide that its not a good idea and rips you to pieces? .... Can someone answer that for me please? I think I know the answer though but hearing it from you guys might just open my eyes to reality...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miranda .... a belated Happy birthday , I hope you feeling better dear.&lt;br /&gt;Sugar ... hmmm... so many men , so little time * smile*&lt;br /&gt;JK... Nice hair and bod! .... LOL&lt;br /&gt;Mr G... I was given the letter C ... read on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;250 ORGASMS a day .... click &lt;a href="http://www.sundaytimes.co.za/articles/article-backpage.aspx?ID=ST6A186983"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to read on ( Sugar , do you know her hmmm?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miranda gave me the letter C … so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabaret – Been to one years ago&lt;br /&gt;Cabbage – hate it&lt;br /&gt;Cabin Cruiser – One day when I get my house at the coast&lt;br /&gt;Cacao – the secret to happiness in life&lt;br /&gt;Cactus – perfect gift for an EX&lt;br /&gt;Caffeine – what I need every morning&lt;br /&gt;Cake – Something SUGAR is gonna send me soon … heheh&lt;br /&gt;Cautious – Something I have to be when meeting people in future.&lt;br /&gt;Cavity – My broken tooth&lt;br /&gt;Cereal – A new meaning to breakfast (see previous post) most important meal of the day *wink*&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry – I thought there was once between N.. and myself ( not sure anymore)&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate - lots of it YEAH !!!&lt;br /&gt;Circumcise – had it done when I was a kid&lt;br /&gt;Cleavage – hmmm nothing wrong with that&lt;br /&gt;Coffee – comes with the caffeine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I think that’s enough for today .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow for now ….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-114888939437393058?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/114888939437393058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=114888939437393058&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/114888939437393058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/114888939437393058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2006/05/monday-madness.html' title='Monday madness'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-114855416548695783</id><published>2006-05-25T12:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:05:27.926+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/2772/1600/breakfast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/2772/320/breakfast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday just wasn't a good day for me, however on my way home I met Fatz and a true fried she really is indeed. Just talking to someone who understands whats going on in your life make a BIG difference and I somehow just felt good after that.... I think you know what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had a great session at the gym .... hmmm no sex though ( &lt;em&gt;not at the gym silly but I like what you're thinking&lt;/em&gt;) but hey the workout just felt GOOOOOD. I'm alot more relaxed today and hopefully that mood will continue into the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;As for N..., well she still has the flu and doesn't want to go see the doc. I've decided ( for now) not to push anything with her and just wait and see what happens. I've got to be more understanding and less selfish considering the stress and difficulties she's going through.&lt;br /&gt;I need to start making extra cash and since I didn't get any responses to the question I posted on whether I should sell my bod, I'm requesting ideas from YOU.... please ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's pic is called BREAKFAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todays tips&lt;br /&gt;For Her:Chinese Field Goal The next time you order Chinese take-out, ask for the free pair of chopsticks and give this technique a try. It lets your woman feel your tongue in areas that you normally could not reach. Here's What You Need: One pair of chopsticks. Here's How You Do It: Get your woman naked. Have her lie on her back with her knees bent and legs slightly apart. Whip out the chopsticks. If they're made of wood, make certain there are no splinters (it's amazing how one, loan splinter can ruin your entire evening). Place each chopstick along the outer edge of your woman's vaginal lips. Use your thumb and fingers to gently roll each fold of skin around the chopstick. You need to do this before her vagina gets too moist; otherwise, her skin will not want to remain rolled up around the chopsticks. The chopsticks will now resemble goal posts. Your tongue is going to be the football. To kick a field goal, you must place the football between the goal posts and indulge in some serious oral pleasuring. When your woman has achieved a terrific orgasm, give yourself three points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Him:The Frozen Jewels This technique causes an additional involuntary muscle contraction as your man reaches orgasm, sending an even more intense wave of pleasure rushing through his body. Here's What You Need: Two ice cubes. Here's How You Do It: Get your man naked. Have him lie on his back with his legs apart. Tell your man to let you know when he is about to reach orgasm. Hold the two ice cubes in either hand and pleasure him orally. Do not let the ice cubes touch his body -- yet. When your man lets you know that he is past the point of no return, quickly and firmly press the ice cubes against his testicles while continuing to pleasure him orally. He will experience a truly earthshattering orgasm. Afterwards, you can sing a few bars of "Ice Ice, Baby."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-114855416548695783?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/114855416548695783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=114855416548695783&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/114855416548695783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/114855416548695783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2006/05/yesterday-just-wasnt-good-day-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-114846334963028513</id><published>2006-05-24T10:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:05:27.722+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz</title><content type='html'>I saw this on Mr G's blog so I decided to give it a shot. I don't think I could manage the 100 things. So here goes:&lt;br /&gt;1. Yourself? Confused&lt;br /&gt;2. Your Lover: N...&lt;br /&gt;3. Your Hair: Black&lt;br /&gt;4. Your Mother: lovable&lt;br /&gt;5. Your Father: missed&lt;br /&gt;6. Your Favorite Item: iPod&lt;br /&gt;7. Your Dream Last Night: erotic&lt;br /&gt;8. Your Favorite Drink: Coke&lt;br /&gt;9. Your Dream Home: Fishing Lodge&lt;br /&gt;10. The Room You Are In: Office&lt;br /&gt;11. Your Pet(s): Fish&lt;br /&gt;12. Who You Are Now: myself&lt;br /&gt;13. Who You Want to be in Ten years: content&lt;br /&gt;14. What You Want to be in Twenty Years: pleased&lt;br /&gt;15. What You're Not: Wealthy&lt;br /&gt;16. Your Best Friend: Fatz&lt;br /&gt;17. One of Your Wishlist Items: new car&lt;br /&gt;18. Your Gender: Male&lt;br /&gt;19. The Last Thing You Did: had coffee&lt;br /&gt;20. What You Are Wearing? nothing&lt;br /&gt;21. Your Favorite Weather: Sun&lt;br /&gt;22. Your Favorite Book: karma sutra&lt;br /&gt;23. Your Life: Depressing&lt;br /&gt;24. Your Mood: Sh!t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi guys .... Really not having a good day today. I think if men could suffer from PMS today would be the day I have it .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out for some fresh air and feeling abit better... No, didn't get to see N... again. Beginning to think that she's not interested anymore and probably just wants to keep the relationship (&lt;em&gt;friendly&lt;/em&gt;) whatever the F*&amp;^ that means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todays tips:&lt;br /&gt;For Her:Showergasm Women have been pleasuring themselves this way for years. Now it's your turn. Here's What You Need: One hand-held shower massager. Here's How You Do It: Get your woman naked. You, too. Adjust the water to a comfortable temperature and activate the shower massager. Slowly run the water over your woman's legs, thighs and stomach. With your free hand, gently stroke and caress the inner thighs and bikini line. Place the first and second fingers of your free hand on each side of her vagina. Gently push the skin up and out, exposing the clitoris. Point the jets of water at the clitoris, making sure that the stream is not too hot or forceful. Do not hold the massager too close to your woman. Start from as far back as you can, slowly moving closer (your woman can tell you if any adjustments need to be made). Continue until you induce a powerful and satisfying orgasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Him:The Fireman's Hose This is one of the most satisfying hand techniques you'll ever learn. It's been done for centuries, and for good reason. Here's What You Need: One bottle of water-based lubricant. Here's How You Do It: Get your man naked. Have him lie on his back with his knees bent and legs wide apart. Apply the lubricant to both of your hands. Rub your hands together, giving the lubricant a chance to warm up. Extend one of your hands, palm up, and grasp your man's penis from the underside at the base of the shaft. Pull your hand towards you until it clears the head of his penis. As soon as that hand leaves the base of his shaft, grasp it with the other hand and perform the exact same motion (it should look as if you are pulling in a long rope). Keep repeating this motion, varying the speed and intensity, until you find the combination your man likes best. Continue until your man erupts in a five-alarm orgasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-114846334963028513?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/114846334963028513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=114846334963028513&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/114846334963028513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/114846334963028513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2006/05/quiz.html' title='Quiz'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-114838164670892386</id><published>2006-05-23T12:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:05:27.511+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking to nowhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/2772/1600/ascii_manwalk.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/2772/320/ascii_manwalk.gif" 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/26488726-114838164670892386?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/114838164670892386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=114838164670892386&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/114838164670892386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/114838164670892386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2006/05/walking-to-nowhere.html' title='Walking to nowhere'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-114837784527623354</id><published>2006-05-23T11:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:05:27.284+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/2772/1600/offrumour1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/2772/320/offrumour1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-3 deg C , outside this morning but I have a warm feeling within me. Thanks to Mr G and Sugar , I've decided to make my way towards my own happiness. I decided not to write about N... today so I'll chat about something else. Ever noticed how quick your money leaves your bank account like 3 days after pay day? The month isn't over yet and theres no money left. I still have to pull through to the 20th of next month. I need to find another way of making money &lt;em&gt;(ummm do you think I could sell my bod)? &lt;/em&gt;Okay I know you haven't seen me yet but let me describe myself ... 1.8 m tall (6 feet) , 74 kgs&lt;em&gt;( I dunno whts that in lbs). Fairly fit. Tanned skin. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 weeks from today I'll be on holiday with my mates. It looks like its going to be the longest 4 weeks ever. Fortunately, my trip is being sponsored ( long story) , I'll be away from work , kids , family and N... I think she can do without me for sometime, and hopefully I'll have NO mobile reception .That way I won't be tempted to contact her. I think she's been getting too used to me being around and perhaps some time away will do us both some good.&lt;br /&gt;Gym tonight and then to a meeting with my mates to discuss the trip. Somewhere during that time I'll have to sit with the kids .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's pic: Office Rumour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today quote: Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's tips:&lt;br /&gt;For Her:The Sensual Summons Here's a great way to stimulate a sensitive, but often neglected, area of your woman's vagina. You may even run across the elusive and controversial "G-spot." Here's What You Need: One bottle of water-based lubricant. Here's How You Do It: Get your woman naked. Have her lie on her back with her knees bent and legs slightly apart. Apply a small amount of lubricant to your hands. Gently caress your woman's thighs, stomach and bikini line, gradually increasing the pressure. Delicately squeeze the outer lips of her vagina, one at a time, between your thumb and index finger. Slowly slide up and down the entire length of each lip. Carefully insert your index finger into your woman's vagina. With your palm facing up, draw your index finger up and toward you as if you are summoning a person (you know: the "come here" gesture). Repeat the move at a steady pace, letting your fingertip constantly stimulate the upper wall of her vagina. While continuing to do that with one hand, use the thumb or index finger of your other hand to trace small circles around your woman's clitoris. Keep these two motions going until your woman explodes in a mindnumbing orgasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugar... This one for you dear.(Not much work for you)&lt;br /&gt;For Him: The Cocoa Push-up Here's a fun variation on the classic "chocolate syrup" technique. Here's What You Need: One can of chocolate syrup. One plastic cup. One towel. Here's How You Do It: Pour the chocolate syrup into the plastic cup. Spread the towel on the floor. Get your man naked. Kiss, lick and apply gentle suction to his penis, testicles and thighs until he becomes erect. Now place the cup of chocolate syrup in the middle of the towel. Tell your man to assume the "push-up" position, with his penis dangling directly over the cup. Steady the cup with your hand and tell your man to start doing push-ups, each time dipping his penis into the chocolate syrup. When he can't do anymore push-ups, pull the cup away and have your man flip over onto his back. Reward your man by pleasuring him orally, chocolate-covered penis and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow for Now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-114837784527623354?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/114837784527623354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=114837784527623354&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/114837784527623354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/114837784527623354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2006/05/3-deg-c-outside-this-morning-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-114829448917590427</id><published>2006-05-22T12:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:05:27.090+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fate</title><content type='html'>Ever wondered how sometimes you plan something and it just doesn't turn out the way you want. Or you plan a trip and get delayed by a flat tyre only to realise that had you been on your way you might have landed up in a major accident. Ever got pissed that you couldn't see the ONE person you really want to because she's too busy or simply unavailable? I'm a strong believer in fate and sometimes things happen because they are meant to despite what we want .... thats it and we must just accept it. N... and myself just can't seem to hook up and I'm beginning to think that perhaps there is a reason for this and if its meant that we do meet up and get close then so be it and if not then tough shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was the coldest weather we had in 4 years and the weather man says its going to be like this for the next 2 months.... I wish I could just go to sleep and wake up when the weather gets warmer. And to make things worse the heating system here at the office is on the blink so here I sit freezing my butt off.&lt;br /&gt;The only real thing that was kinda warm was seeing Sugar's pics this morning. Girl you made coming to work worthwhile..... *smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Tip:&lt;br /&gt;For Her: Parad-ice Here's another classic technique that's become a standard today thanks to the movie "9 1/2 Weeks." If your woman is somewhat shy, it's a great way to introduce some new things in the bedroom. Even if she's not shy, it still feels terrific. Here's What You Need: One ice cube. Here's How You Do It: Get your woman naked. Have her lie on her back. Put the ice cube in your mouth. Open your mouth slightly and use your tongue to push the cube to the front of your mouth. A small portion of the cube should be sticking out beyond your lips. Slowly glide the cube over your woman's neck, breasts, stomach, thighs and legs. Hold your head about six inches above one of your woman's nipples. Let a few drops of melted ice fall onto and trickle down her nipple. If it's not already, her nipple will become fully erect. Do the same thing with the other nipple. Take the ice cube back into your mouth completely. Rub the tip of your tongue over the cube so that it becomes cold. Pleasure your woman orally, pausing to rub the tip of your tongue back over the cube whenever necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Him:Magic Shell-atio This is a great technique using the dessert topping that hardens when poured over ice cream. It won't be the only thing hard tonight. Here's What You Need: One bottle of "hard shell" chocolate ice cream topping. One teaspoon of butter or margarine. One oblong-shaped balloon or unlubricated condom. One knife. Here's How You Do It: About an hour before the two of you are going to make love, fill the balloon with cold water and tie off the stem. Place it in the freezer and leave it there for the entire hour. Take the balloon out of the freezer and rub a little butter or margarine on it. Holding it by the stem over a sink, squeeze the "hard shell" chocolate topping over the balloon, completely coating it. Wait about thirty seconds for the topping to harden, then lay the balloon on its side on the edge of the sink. The stem should be hanging over the sink. Using the knife, cut a hole in the balloon at the stem and let the water drain into the sink. As the balloon shrinks, you'll be able to peel it away from the chocolate shell. When it's completely drained, throw the balloon away. Get your man naked. Have him lie on his back. Insert your man's penis into the chilled shell. Pleasure him orally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow for now ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-114829448917590427?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/114829448917590427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=114829448917590427&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/114829448917590427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/114829448917590427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2006/05/fate.html' title='Fate'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26488726.post-114804297031596805</id><published>2006-05-19T14:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:05:26.870+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Freezing Friday</title><content type='html'>The day started out mild and in the last 2 hours I could see the start of a freezing weekend. Most of it will probably be spent indoors. uggghhhh I hate it. I doubt I'll see N... cos she hates the cold and also prefers to remain indoors. So it looks like another f&amp;^%$ up weekend. Hey its only Friday and i'm sounding morbid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr g - I took your advice and decide not to push the issue with N...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Deb ... No more menthol tips ....&lt;br /&gt;kj - I tried writing comments on your blog and it just wouldn't take it. From you last 2 posts it seems like I'm getting to know you better.. oH and Nice Body *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tips for the weekend:&lt;br /&gt;For Her&lt;br /&gt;#2 The Sicilian Corkscrew Here's a great hand technique that will drive your woman wild. Here's What You Need: Just the two of you. Here's How You Do It: Get your woman naked. Have her lie on her back with her knees bent and her legs open wide. Sit "Indian-style" between your woman's legs. Cross the index and middle fingers of one of your hands (you know, the traditional "keep your fingers crossed" gesture). Slowly insert your crossed fingers into your woman's vagina. As you do this, rotate your forearm back and forth. Insert your fingers deep enough so that your thumb is now brushing her clitoris from side to side as your forearm rotates. Continue until you pop your woman's cork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Him:&lt;br /&gt;#52 The Reclining Swan Every so often, you need a position where your man can just sit back and enjoy the ride -- and the view. This is probably the best position for just that. Here's What You Need: Just the two of you. Here's How You Do It: Get your man naked. You, too. Place a couple of pillows against the headboard and have your man sit with his back propped up against them, legs extended (he should be comfortable and look as if he were reading in bed). Straddle his lap, facing him, and lower yourself onto his erect penis. Once he's all the way inside you, put your arms behind you. Your hands should be on the bed, about where his knees are, supporting you. Now lift your legs up one at a time and place your feet on the headboard just over his shoulders. Bracing yourself with your hands, move up and down on your man's penis. This is a position he will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow for now and enjoy the weekend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26488726-114804297031596805?l=smoothiecup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/feeds/114804297031596805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26488726&amp;postID=114804297031596805&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/114804297031596805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26488726/posts/default/114804297031596805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothiecup.blogspot.com/2006/05/freezing-friday.html' title='Freezing Friday'/><author><name>Zibi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671321209882480128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
