tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323937052024-03-19T06:44:36.124+02:00S@M-G!RL-HoN3YYou, Me, We = Memories.SaM-GiRLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241noreply@blogger.comBlogger159125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-53343415334401670742016-09-20T14:03:00.002+02:002016-09-20T14:03:15.087+02:00Our God Is An Awesome God........... <span style="color: #38761d;">Guys.......... I have just gotten back from one the most beautiful camps ever. Well okay I haven't JUST gotten back, I got back on Sunday already, and its Tuesday now........ so 2 days ago....... okay, TWO DAYS AGO......... but the smell of the wildlife and fresh earth is still deep in these 'ol nostriltjies.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;">Holidays like these always make me feel THAT much closer to God........ when you are out in the open, under a blanket of the brightest stars...... and when you are so close to the animals you can touch them! And on mountain tops where you feel like you can see the whole world........... well, you know what I mean, most of it!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;">Our weather was a bit chilly, but that didn't take away from this trip at ALL ( I actually prefer cold weather, so I was happy all round!) </span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">I love making new memories, no matter what kind they are. The kind made this weekend was of monkeys running into friends chalets and stealing all the edibles in there!!! Hahahahahahaha! Of nice crisp evenings spent with wine and heart to heart talks......... Of game drives that went on for hours, and I felt like it still could have been longer, of talks with special people around bonfires, and obviously of quality time with my Husband, in one of our favourite type of places. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;">We also had a squirrel that visited us, and ate an apple on our deck, as well as a little "Klip-Springer Bokkie" who later decided to jump onto the roof! And nobody believing the kids when they said it did! Also eating apples, and two bigger buck also visiting, and eating the caretakers dishcloths. I love and cherish moments like these, and thank God for such amazing opportunities.</span><br />
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<br />SaM-GiRLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-11653551028676481992016-02-02T16:00:00.000+02:002016-02-02T16:00:09.690+02:00Kisses from the other side.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: red;">Well Helloooooooooooooooooooooo....... Hello from the other siiiiiiiiiiiiide, I must have called a thousand tiiiiiiiiiimesssssssss, ahahahahahahaha. Just kidding, but no, really.......</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Hello.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">I find myself being chuffed when I come back and look at this here 'ol blog.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Chuffed why? You may ask.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Because everytime I come back here, I have grown in some way (weight being the least favourite of those ways :p ) </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Mentally </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Spiritually</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Emotionally</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Maturely - Is that even a word?! I dont know, Go ask an adult :p</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">I look back at some of my old posts and laugh at how hard I was trying to fit in, to be accepted, to try and be one of the "cool kids"</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Im at an age now, where, if you dont take me as I am....... I honestly dont give a damn. This is me, this is the way I am, all the people I cherish and adore love me JUST AS I AM, and for me, thats more than enough.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">I get the odd day here and there where I feel like I might be a bit paranoid, or start worrying about what other people think, but I get over it. Life wasn't made for you to please everybody else, it was made for you to do YOU, so do it! Some of you are even lucky enough to have a purpose in life, and to fulfill that purpose. I'm still trying to figure mine out, but I'll get there too, don't you worry!</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">This was purely a post to say hello........ but somehow got a bit deepish and shit....... apologies. Hope all of you who read here every now and then are still doing good!</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Miss the old blogging days!</span><br />
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<br />SaM-GiRLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-40211164170803952382013-11-11T15:28:00.000+02:002013-11-11T15:28:02.465+02:00Going to the Chapel . . . <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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In exactly 43 Days I will be standing infront of that chapel - the doors will be closed - and waiting on the other side will be my soulmate . . . . <br />
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I have NO IDEA what to expect - tears of joy, tears of happiness, panic, emotional wreck?! <br />
I have been dreaming the most insane stuff! but I am sure all brides go through this, PLEASE, tell me all brides go through this????? Ive heard from most of my friends that they do - and other brides have no idea what I'm talking about! From walking down the aisle in my pj's or with wet hair - to forgetting about my wedding day completely and oversleeping *frowns* it must be these last few days working on me . . . . thats all it is.<br />
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Because at the end of the day, i have no doubt, or worry, or fear that I am marrying the wrong man . . . . we have waited this long my love, and our day is finally arriving - I want to say "slowly but surely" but Goddamn its going quick! Im too scared to blink!<br />
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Were almost there babe :)<br />
SaM-GiRLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-19869163276097703822013-06-26T14:27:00.001+02:002013-06-26T14:27:36.314+02:00ThAt Is ALL :)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Yip . . . . . that is the two of us . . . . . JUUUUUUUUST the two of us - YOU AND IIIIIIIIII <3></3></div>
SaM-GiRLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-36210832998302993032012-12-20T13:43:00.001+02:002012-12-20T13:43:40.500+02:00It'S tHe EnD . . . . . . . AGAIN!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Hopefully you guys will hear from me after the 21st of December 2012 :) If not - Enjoy wherever it is the rest of your journey takes you!</span> SaM-GiRLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-53992151203453253232012-11-20T12:44:00.003+02:002012-11-20T12:44:53.744+02:00Newest Family Member<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It is with muchos muchos looooooooooooove and pleasure that I introduce to you the newest member of our little dysfunctional family. Our Bulldog Yoda :) We got him mid September and have just loved him more and more with everyday that passes ( Okay, maybe loooooove and frustration were mixed up the first 3 nights when he kept us up howling and crying for his mommy ) But he is now used to us, and we / us to him / his highness / his royal stinking majesty. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Although he is registered as "Captain Mojo" with Kusa, we prefer Yoda-ley-hee-hoooooooo. </span><br />
<span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Thats what I call him sometimes when I'm in a musical mood.</span><br />
<span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hennie does not like that.</span><br />
<span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Its just YODA okay. YO-DAAAAA.</span><br />
<span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">May the force be withhhhhh youuuuuuu.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Funny, you'd think that we were star wars fans because of his name, but I have never watched a Star Wars movie - ( Enter dramatic gasps from Star Wars fanatics here )</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This mister right up here is where his name came from - that, mixed with some vodka, and a very late night out ( Yoda and Cartman were the leading names, amongst maaaaaaany other funny drunk ones )</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So yeah, now everybody knows Yoda, if you ever see him, give him a cookie :)</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial;">Siiiiit - Good dog x x x </span><br />
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SaM-GiRLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-75419962894307324772012-07-25T16:00:00.001+02:002012-07-25T16:02:45.551+02:00You have to love what you do!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: black;">Ehhhhhh, what the hell! I DO love my job. Yes, there are days when I feel like "what the eff am I still doing here" but dont we all have them? I bet porn stars dont feel that way, a perfect combination would be a porn star that has a sex addiction! MAN! that would be a BONUS! Doing what you love EVERY SINGLE DAY, with a smile on your face :)</span><br />
Realistically speaking, everybody has the good work days, where you come into the office, everybodies in a good mood, your workload seems to flow hassle free the whole day, and when knock off time comes, you get into your car, smile upon your face, thinking "wow, I made a difference today" (hahahahahahah, an accountant making a difference?!, whatever!)<br />
THEEEEN, you get those days, that you battle to get out of bed in the morning, the toilet paper is finished after you have your morning wizz, your hair does'nt want to fall the way you want it to, you cant get that favourite top you were thinking of wearing, and to top it off, when you get at work everybody is morbid / grumpy / looks like they'd be happier dead in a casket! Suddenly, the work you've been doing all your life seems Greek, you dont get things done as efficiently as you normally do, and your grumpy boss notices the mistakes you've made and sends the work back ( But never ever EVER will they send compliments back when you're having one of those super awesome - "I'm going the extra mile with my work today" days!) Go figure!<br />
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I say a happy work environment = a happy life :)<br />
Whereas unhappy at work = miserable life :(<br />
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Dont stay at a job just because you need to make those month to month payments - stay because you love what you do!<br />
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Wow, look at me, trying to be all motivating and inspirational and shit :p<br />
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Till next time!SaM-GiRLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-9435278862857207832012-07-23T11:20:00.002+02:002012-07-23T11:20:44.472+02:00TiMe<span style="color: #0b5394;">Am I the only one that thinks time is slipping through our fingers?! Its almost AUGUST people, have you noticed this?! It feels like were still sitting in April / May?! This might be because of the busy year weve had, with buying the house / moving in / getting settled / living like grown ups OR it might be because were OLDER . . . which is a scary thought, but seriously, it feels like the older I get, the faster my life seems to be running away from me? Am I the only one that feels like this? </span><br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">Me and The HenBen dont have kids / pets that take alot of time / effort (cats are not pets, they think they are Gods and only have time for you when it suits THEM - and our Hamster Bella is happiest when she rolls around in her pink little ball, no cuddling needed ) That being said, WTF?! Why does it feel like days have turned into seconds, months into days, and years into months?</span><br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">My little nephew that was born almost yesterday, is already 8 months old?! WHAT?!</span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394;">My 10 year reunion for High-School will be this year?! When did we get THAT old?!</span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394;">September 11 attacks - that happened ELEVEN years ago?! Feels like yesterday too?!</span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394;">I could go on and on and on and on and onnnnnn............ but I wont, so you can relax, I will get to my point shortly.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">Always remember, that while we are busy growing up, our parents and older loved ones are busy growing old, so make each and EVERY SINGLE second, minute, moment and event with them count - Because one of these days, you will be saying that you cant believe they have been gone for 10 years already. Make it count people!!!! Seriously.</span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5Bz76WkDeMfUU31dAuyp7aZAfyTQw6h0K3Nea0HD2O_QTodOUWdY-_GPbwxbdo9KoKZrDK6rDD1rQSE3tTSkwcdorGMzn0581QXD19Wa1l6aHuSCwLtDkdgraTxOAeTrJTZnCvQ/s1600/tumblr_lsb2pkzw8u1qjm9bpo1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="247" sda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5Bz76WkDeMfUU31dAuyp7aZAfyTQw6h0K3Nea0HD2O_QTodOUWdY-_GPbwxbdo9KoKZrDK6rDD1rQSE3tTSkwcdorGMzn0581QXD19Wa1l6aHuSCwLtDkdgraTxOAeTrJTZnCvQ/s400/tumblr_lsb2pkzw8u1qjm9bpo1_500.png" width="400" /></a></div>SaM-GiRLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-33331318332145434552012-03-14T13:45:00.003+02:002012-03-14T14:01:00.176+02:00New Beginnings<span style="color:#6600cc;">WOW! So much has changed in my life YET AGAIN :)<br /></span><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="color:#6600cc;">Its so good to come back to blogger every now and then to see where you are in your life now compared to where you were back then (back then meaning - your last post) Mine was June 2011, and here I am, in 2012 - still ALIVE (Till the 21st December if the Mayans are correct - baahahahahah)</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#6600cc;">Me and my man are finally getting our own house - no more living in a box / on the street / on friends cockroach couches / paying off other peoples rent bills etc etc. (hahahah) We are buying our own place, and I am THRILLED! cannot wait to make my house a "Home" <3</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#6600cc;">On abovementioned post from June 2011 I see that I stated I had stopped drinking - Well, SCRATCH that! hahaha. Life is far too boring and short to live it sober. Just do it responsibly though.</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;">Have a good one guys!</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 101px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 73px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719721229506264018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVbXQnKYvrocLOFH8CgtMBbzHMTPMCNTAvRleRfX10ozYT-NyUtFSbczBAHsK0yRlWWk36p_Cmyj5O5T-CYjPTSz1tFkUO03kEYpjnSocDt3eiMIRYCzfrNDXC-rWhXKoQ0j89VQ/s320/182028-bigthumbnail.jpg" /><br /><br /><br /><div></div>SaM-GiRLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-49111763712682302122011-06-10T12:45:00.002+02:002011-06-10T12:51:04.544+02:00One Step at a Time . . . .<div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKy1NOSAFnlHAfVzp4yPUhYArbtiM8pkWx_QmXjwD4_PexukyEHm-wIwoqFNXv6VdYgByBbb_3N754nrLw-Tw-B4L65dRZFEzZe4_cEz35wvbGXMOJQuowbSs_sm9rPLJAAjbdvQ/s1600/6560_260599390575_719140575_8491083_7896945_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616540444593461586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKy1NOSAFnlHAfVzp4yPUhYArbtiM8pkWx_QmXjwD4_PexukyEHm-wIwoqFNXv6VdYgByBbb_3N754nrLw-Tw-B4L65dRZFEzZe4_cEz35wvbGXMOJQuowbSs_sm9rPLJAAjbdvQ/s320/6560_260599390575_719140575_8491083_7896945_n.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#663366;">Have decided to start living healthier - that said, alcohol does not exist in my vocabulary anymore!</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#663366;">Just thought I would bring that up, so that if anything were to happen to me, you guys would know it was lack of awesomeness and that I died a slow, SOBER, boring, giggle free death.</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#663366;">Short post I know, but what is there that I can REALLY talk about now?! atleast I have my friend Silly that will help me face this dull, non alcoholic road. . . . . . . </span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#663366;"></span></div><br /><div align="left"></div>SaM-GiRLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-74202981743847732972010-09-10T10:50:00.004+02:002010-09-10T11:07:31.914+02:00Music Mates With My Ears<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbvrzK2k87fRbn_o3ZsFQr-MwA0w_uwTt5-KW_kY2uiXbcExPMl2oCeo4DEWyvIHN3qXUDQadHtXkPfIWUZ5VxWGXIXWswXmre_Z84Y16BL84NUhSQVsEdzFjTmpldfKaVn_by3A/s1600/djs_love_music_poster-p228115793464136173qibi_210.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515206758899216802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbvrzK2k87fRbn_o3ZsFQr-MwA0w_uwTt5-KW_kY2uiXbcExPMl2oCeo4DEWyvIHN3qXUDQadHtXkPfIWUZ5VxWGXIXWswXmre_Z84Y16BL84NUhSQVsEdzFjTmpldfKaVn_by3A/s320/djs_love_music_poster-p228115793464136173qibi_210.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBqMotlBMVn_UPtZyuOGQlJDzxAXPscVP8DFuc3yjcm2SbAjIGj3rhnwMiZwI9dT7u6vKfo3UYRAQquRW3zlbUxsqaisUvGzISYnbMYnuAHa-QRwBe-ahyphenhyphens_CxehCX4X475qrhuQ/s1600/200357101v6_480x480_Front.jpg"></a><span style="color:#3366ff;">Dont you just love how, no matter WHAT mood youre in, music always seems to make you feel better about the situation?!</span></div><div><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#3366ff;">Like say you just had a BRUTAL fight with your man, and you feel hurt, betrayed, a little defeated coz he DID have a few good points in the argument, but most of all cheated, because he NEVER used to talk to you like that when you just started going out! - Bring out the Taylor Swift, Leona Lewis, Lady Antebellum! Not just coz you love it so much, but because you know he HATES it!!!!!</span></div><div><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#3366ff;">When you and a friend argue about something.... hmmm, well honestly "petty" and you just HATE her at that moment because she always thinks she knows everything! and her hair is better than yours, and her ass looks smaller in those jeans than yours - Bring out LIMP BIZKIT! limpizzle da bizzle! Nothing gives me more of an adrenalin rush than them! Then I feel like I could just go and KICK her perfect ass in that perfect pair of jeans!</span></div><div><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#3366ff;">When I miss the good old days, reminiscing about my childhood, at home with my parents, sometimes country music always does the trick - strange!?</span></div><div><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#3366ff;">And we all know what Barry White is known for! </span></div><div><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#3366ff;">Play that funky music people!</span></div><div><br /><br /> </div><div></div>SaM-GiRLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-25832532526838875942009-04-15T13:04:00.002+02:002009-04-15T13:11:52.106+02:00Everything's gonna be OK....<div align="center"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrg-6n5xE6_Ut8Fk4lLycchkQRmk_kzoe1tDrrutH41U-h5sOzCH6lbVJ8OPoZ-BxB24PoAAHXN_VOwkM89urSxe6GQgSf479VtM2eXn8Ne5MvFHLxq1FY-Q6lydzMuQpdmIYFjQ/s1600-h/Lindie+piccies+209.jpg1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324873060316918578" style="WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrg-6n5xE6_Ut8Fk4lLycchkQRmk_kzoe1tDrrutH41U-h5sOzCH6lbVJ8OPoZ-BxB24PoAAHXN_VOwkM89urSxe6GQgSf479VtM2eXn8Ne5MvFHLxq1FY-Q6lydzMuQpdmIYFjQ/s320/Lindie+piccies+209.jpg1.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="left"><br /></div><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Hey guys! Im baaaaaaaaaack! LOL! It's just been so boring here with all the public holidays and everything, and I needed to find something to do to make the time pass at work! Anyheeeew.... This is just a shout out to my girl Juan, who is going into hospital for an operation on Monday, Hope that she does ok, and stops stressing! Everything will be ok my girl! When you wake up I'll be right by your bedside ok! I'll try to arrange a stripper or summin! bahahahaha! Hang in there my Wokkie!</span>SaM-GiRLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-54458292173495694362008-03-26T14:53:00.002+02:002008-12-09T16:12:02.270+02:00Im engaged;)<div align="center"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG6LZCpUEO4U1DbCDUmpk4y9FiikJDIGopudh6orKak6cmqnJBDHORMc_q-Ysxw1Xyk0dCDGQK74z5DUUxL_9f1R229eCbL8ILJC-klGppmyqtJnfT_pqlmUhxlBaJm8RJojPhCw/s1600-h/DSC07577.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182033882405385154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG6LZCpUEO4U1DbCDUmpk4y9FiikJDIGopudh6orKak6cmqnJBDHORMc_q-Ysxw1Xyk0dCDGQK74z5DUUxL_9f1R229eCbL8ILJC-klGppmyqtJnfT_pqlmUhxlBaJm8RJojPhCw/s320/DSC07577.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><p align="left"><span style="color:#cc66cc;">After waiting 10 years and 6 months he finally asked me guys.... on the 28th of February 2008, and it was done in a way that only my Hennie can, not extravagant, or over the top..... but none the less.... a moment that will stick in my mind forever.... And Im proud to report that I'm not one of those "newly engaged" annoying fiance's, that makes it apparant with every sentence "I dont know if I can make it, I'll have to ask my FIANCE...." lol.... however, Im thrilled about planning my wedding! Already started, and we dont even have a date yet..... good times.</span></p>SaM-GiRLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241noreply@blogger.com254tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-3546364326188489872008-01-18T14:11:00.000+02:002008-12-09T16:12:02.440+02:00Bleeding Love<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0fqjD7Q1VlXc8yS3F6EIFGyyf7o7fNySTFgPYPUepeCAPHlwwoqNzjnnTvoGFbf0yS25fJpU8lnE3tPViItM5Ctpi5qldgV8dfcUYWkuLd_44M9BOfy4hgn7nL2SmzdcNnrdgpA/s1600-h/sore.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156790227083164162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0fqjD7Q1VlXc8yS3F6EIFGyyf7o7fNySTFgPYPUepeCAPHlwwoqNzjnnTvoGFbf0yS25fJpU8lnE3tPViItM5Ctpi5qldgV8dfcUYWkuLd_44M9BOfy4hgn7nL2SmzdcNnrdgpA/s200/sore.bmp" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center"> <span style="color:#cc0000;">Closed off from love</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">I didn’t need the pain</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Once or twice was enough</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">And it was all in vain </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Time starts to pass Before you know it you’re frozen</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">But something happened</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">For the very first time with you</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">My heart melts into the ground </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Found something true </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">And everyone’s looking round </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Thinking I’m going crazy</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">But I don’t care what they say </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">I’m in love with you </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">They try to pull me away </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">But they don’t know the truth </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">My heart’s crippled by the vein </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">That I keep on closing </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">You cut me open and I....</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Keep bleeding </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Keep, keep bleeding love </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">I keep bleeding I keep, keep bleeding love </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Keep bleeding </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Keep, keep bleeding love </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">You cut me open</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Trying hard not to hear </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">But they talk so loud </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Their piercing sounds fill my ears </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Try to fill me with doubt </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Yet I know that the goal </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Is to keep me from falling</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">But nothing’s greater </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Than the rush that comes with your embrace </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">And in this world of loneliness </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">I see your face </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Yet everyone around me </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Thinks that I’m going crazy, maybe, maybe </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">But I don’t care what they say</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;">(Never loved a song this much before)</span></div>SaM-GiRLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-6496295539540579912008-01-16T10:35:00.000+02:002008-12-09T16:12:02.514+02:00My Dream Engagement ring.<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG-aZBFAGf78eY_F16o22iwEMnM53pv30TECi_cQPpMLIU0dDQy3Vx70kkgZUHAZHc_1R3dKhYGfQILUKdh7B9BQ20_rnO0RSbe1iqzHrT37Jq_koSg7lLJoLY1SBqm9ly7peKWA/s1600-h/engagement+ring.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155991547849701874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG-aZBFAGf78eY_F16o22iwEMnM53pv30TECi_cQPpMLIU0dDQy3Vx70kkgZUHAZHc_1R3dKhYGfQILUKdh7B9BQ20_rnO0RSbe1iqzHrT37Jq_koSg7lLJoLY1SBqm9ly7peKWA/s320/engagement+ring.bmp" border="0" /></a></p><span style="color:#cc66cc;">I know its too late to put this on my Christmas list, but this is seriously the MOST beautiful ring I have ever seen in my life.... really..... And if that day comes that I get asked to be some unlucky guys wife (lol - Have mercy on Hennie's ass) this is the ring I'd want him to propose with. Have you guys seen rings that are nicer than this one? Lemme know. </span>SaM-GiRLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-1518032303044007742007-12-13T12:07:00.000+02:002008-12-09T16:12:02.796+02:00Happy Holidays!<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhul_lSdbrqY6VdxiOInLYqya-oFBCMA5kGIfigfq68-UmUMYS9mbChYe6JLRNrdvn352sT45ebcmYh09OEYmwNOT9rlQ8ddCKqwrph7XcX4Xl5pYAr1tuTq0jtLG9cHx2wyFzXgQ/s1600-h/DSC054413.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143404718876676498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhul_lSdbrqY6VdxiOInLYqya-oFBCMA5kGIfigfq68-UmUMYS9mbChYe6JLRNrdvn352sT45ebcmYh09OEYmwNOT9rlQ8ddCKqwrph7XcX4Xl5pYAr1tuTq0jtLG9cHx2wyFzXgQ/s200/DSC054413.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">That time of year again guys! I only JUST started blogging again, and now I'm going to take a break from it untill next year again! Hahahaha! Just want to take this opportunity to tell you guys to have an ABSOLUTELY AWESOME Christmas, and an even better New Year! Hope all your wishes come true, hope everything that was on your Christmas list is under the tree, and hope that the hangover wont be THAT bad on the 2nd of January 2008. Also, to those of you who will be travelling alot, Be SAFE, and carefull for all the irresponsible drunk drivers out there. I will be back at work from the 8th of January. See you guys then!</span></p><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Much Love</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">*Mwah*<br /></div></span>SaM-GiRLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-7690945489428313182007-12-11T11:35:00.000+02:002008-12-09T16:12:02.977+02:00Let the good times begin.<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVAsyHxMJnBJBfU-8_2WKLQsaYZKAKNa6tRGGxKsVtLJ_lSJV8Yh-vcbyfY3dwqjiCOslXrHm7KNbY3CAfcnqC4uP7NT_ivrUKID5R8WTB1SM-uGLaDCf3nq_oy46j3E4_2rgBDA/s1600-h/DSC051383.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142651050900476162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVAsyHxMJnBJBfU-8_2WKLQsaYZKAKNa6tRGGxKsVtLJ_lSJV8Yh-vcbyfY3dwqjiCOslXrHm7KNbY3CAfcnqC4uP7NT_ivrUKID5R8WTB1SM-uGLaDCf3nq_oy46j3E4_2rgBDA/s200/DSC051383.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><span style="color:#000000;">One thing I love about the holiday season the MOST, is all the partying we get to do, without having to face work with terrible hangovers! I also loooove soaking up the sun almost every day, and not being tied up in a office! This time of year is usually .....usuaaaaaaly...... when all the people get into festive mode, and all of a sudden everybody is friendly, and loving, and caring, and falalalalalaaaaa.... Why cant they be like that throughOUT the year? huh??? huh huh? Anyway.... Here's to great new "remember that summer of '07" stories to talk to with our friends one day when were old! Cheers! *clink clink* glug glug glug. </span>SaM-GiRLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-44733441262283918952007-12-10T15:52:00.000+02:002008-12-09T16:12:03.162+02:00Be Yourself<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkPAa7ps6NMlu45DmoJVTlB-GrxdFddfaEP9pV-2DFIcWiZquKahC9BQlqy4XTp1_pPfFWRjrcKbhFrEgvAFOZv3DLl-LszJo0L3fN0anunXf0JdYSjs762KxgBV6ByV8y_QRtgw/s1600-h/bu.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142346825481998498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkPAa7ps6NMlu45DmoJVTlB-GrxdFddfaEP9pV-2DFIcWiZquKahC9BQlqy4XTp1_pPfFWRjrcKbhFrEgvAFOZv3DLl-LszJo0L3fN0anunXf0JdYSjs762KxgBV6ByV8y_QRtgw/s200/bu.bmp" border="0" /></a></p><span style="color:#6600cc;">When does that time in your life come when you REALLY stop worrying about other people and their opinions? Does it happen when you get older? Like say when you have your 21st? Does this greatness get bestowed upon one? Or maybe when you get married.... and have another persons wisdom added to yours? WHEN? I know I have been making this a new years resolution since I was in High school. "number 12 - Stop worrying about other people and what they say" My friends always tell me - "F*ck the people, we ARE the people" .... I wish it were that easy..... When will I stop worrying about you.... and what you're thinking about me... and if I did this would you think less of me?.... I seriously want to be DONE worrying!</span>SaM-GiRLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-54795818592677207352007-12-05T14:15:00.000+02:002008-12-09T16:12:03.303+02:00Belated Congrats!<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5tYvP9TrqAjjwu2eyOHLrk6jy78IWPf3X-OeasPcewzHaK9JZU_K8RS76pGHtz2AaDnOuSEcDaPh_gavyIB6j1V9PUI81WqVm2EYDup0GjEze90OJuMgr9pJQoc6cs5MHuC31fQ/s1600-h/rwc-collage.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140463609729975426" style="WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" height="161" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5tYvP9TrqAjjwu2eyOHLrk6jy78IWPf3X-OeasPcewzHaK9JZU_K8RS76pGHtz2AaDnOuSEcDaPh_gavyIB6j1V9PUI81WqVm2EYDup0GjEze90OJuMgr9pJQoc6cs5MHuC31fQ/s200/rwc-collage.JPG" width="242" border="0" /></a></p><span style="color:#006600;">I know this is loooong overdue, but you guys know I havent been blogging! I just want to thank the Green and Gold boys for representing yoh! foh shiz (lol) Im sure I speak for every South-African when I say that they did us proud! And I'm sure there were a couple of big 'okes that shed a tear or two - and hopefully everybody celebrated the occasion in true Souff-Effrican style with the boerewors and dop! By the look of things our rugga is gonna be pretty kak next year, but hey.... well always have '95 and '07!</span>SaM-GiRLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-1664685979804453292007-11-29T16:07:00.000+02:002008-12-09T16:12:03.470+02:00Wow....Blogging still exists....<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZtZU2F9djhdBIBdbq9r2vGenxgUBJL5fdQMUcPukugFgjC5HB0-bFWsxWejM-csHTxxzGAAsj3lP4FnbxvSIeUzYhJ-6PRVlDCTwCrLYjd18RWMoHwetY7LMPW-J8Bbzdi-2T4g/s1600-h/eye.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138266425966301362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZtZU2F9djhdBIBdbq9r2vGenxgUBJL5fdQMUcPukugFgjC5HB0-bFWsxWejM-csHTxxzGAAsj3lP4FnbxvSIeUzYhJ-6PRVlDCTwCrLYjd18RWMoHwetY7LMPW-J8Bbzdi-2T4g/s200/eye.bmp" border="0" /></a></p><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Long time....... I remember a time when I blogged every single day..... now I dont even remember how half of the settings on here work! LOL! I'm sorry I've neglected you sweet, dear, special little blog, but I'm back now... First off though, Im gonna go say hi to all my fellow blogees, to let them know I'm back....</span>SaM-GiRLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-7295631299065791822007-07-17T12:17:00.001+02:002008-12-09T16:12:03.634+02:00I want a guy who'd.....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJljzyU2m3fApLr4rWtcjAFjQ31R9DqOwSfDGHZ2EajQ9CLht7RTsUoTgu4FGaK-Ns_B71oonfzXUKgy4JlkhUS7-V1-aDn8ogpje_1mfDQu2TnEXQYlH51el9tGKlm5qjf9re3w/s1600-h/n638045373_786764_5707.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088110232952095522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJljzyU2m3fApLr4rWtcjAFjQ31R9DqOwSfDGHZ2EajQ9CLht7RTsUoTgu4FGaK-Ns_B71oonfzXUKgy4JlkhUS7-V1-aDn8ogpje_1mfDQu2TnEXQYlH51el9tGKlm5qjf9re3w/s400/n638045373_786764_5707.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1TfLN_w23rp11Y2ajsVNgZkgzcx6q-G3W9yHqAjPwX8rrpw0CNAMSmiyj2t9wnIWQ9R_HOEftT0baF46VWvVl8ZcDNwG0Q6rfdXokEYOjh5vL2OhzI2DezSLMF5Utpf8vIwyyVg/s1600-h/n638045373_786764_5707.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div></div></div>SaM-GiRLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-33867962566985140822007-07-11T09:31:00.000+02:002008-12-09T16:12:03.793+02:00I Miss You<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg0MHDnrqPXJfOjjwTKhKnzehv9Po9Y090Dsw-EDaMt9BvswRj5kNl7xf5fZ-D4VWxP_JJZti6Q1NLfb8y1nlgGmsavHUEOD2E5_shB-ZNLREFJeoC5e04MJPrpx379COIMUvAsw/s1600-h/n48906938_32095100_9967.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085839812213521042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg0MHDnrqPXJfOjjwTKhKnzehv9Po9Y090Dsw-EDaMt9BvswRj5kNl7xf5fZ-D4VWxP_JJZti6Q1NLfb8y1nlgGmsavHUEOD2E5_shB-ZNLREFJeoC5e04MJPrpx379COIMUvAsw/s320/n48906938_32095100_9967.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#6600cc;">I miss you so much my friend..... and I hope you're doing ok.. I cant wait for you to be home again, and to sit next to me and drink those endless cups of coffee that we used to.... So much has happened.... and I cant even talk to you about it.... I wish I could..... Really... Love you.</span><br /><div></div>SaM-GiRLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-41481985751106741732007-06-20T15:55:00.000+02:002008-12-09T16:12:04.070+02:00I'ts My Party.....<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY82c7vkX8KYIzcnmHY_VyK6WNx5A6HHKY9TmR9acqIyfa6Qbc7N_fG652f6wiyBfTV5K9UBQqSLbh61UCBRx5Ycm9OptAX_g6EldaEOJ9JZ66No8tnHPjULiwNDZufOiRkHh_-A/s1600-h/jc6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078145068150956498" style="WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" height="203" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY82c7vkX8KYIzcnmHY_VyK6WNx5A6HHKY9TmR9acqIyfa6Qbc7N_fG652f6wiyBfTV5K9UBQqSLbh61UCBRx5Ycm9OptAX_g6EldaEOJ9JZ66No8tnHPjULiwNDZufOiRkHh_-A/s320/jc6.jpg" width="237" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Yep..... another year, another birthday, another few wrinkles around the eyes and greys on the hair...lol. Ive always figured, you're only as old as you feel, or as some of my pervert guy friends would say "the girl you feel" And me.... I still feel like a 10 year old kid, thats why I'm so excited for this weekend, its only my b-day on Sunday, but I'm having a party on Saturday. Ive arranged a jumping castle (teehee) Me and my girlfriends always get them, and then we get sozzled on wine and see who can stay on their feet the longest.... Its really fun, you guys should try it! So, heres a toast to me and my date with the jumping castle! Cheers!! =)</span>SaM-GiRLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-69922557517144179092007-06-08T08:27:00.000+02:002008-12-09T16:12:04.236+02:00Speak Your Mind...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvqYZAskUfUUd7L48YGfSdMDQzWVZmvdkXbAjqD6Wx6Jx2BVbxBPXquMvF-f2vPa9CzlXfJlmxri91xCLo17Qu6UMOYRA7SeErdHxltM105r9fCKPWDa9NEAcrnunuUyLUSFwggQ/s1600-h/C0782222112_11.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073576919460094402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvqYZAskUfUUd7L48YGfSdMDQzWVZmvdkXbAjqD6Wx6Jx2BVbxBPXquMvF-f2vPa9CzlXfJlmxri91xCLo17Qu6UMOYRA7SeErdHxltM105r9fCKPWDa9NEAcrnunuUyLUSFwggQ/s320/C0782222112_11.jpg" border="0" /></a>Hey guys, have been soooo busy lately!! Am excited though, coz Im going on leave today, for a whole 9 days! Cant wait!!!! Hopefully Ill get rested out, and have some new sh!t to write here! Enjoy your weeks!!!<br /><div></div>SaM-GiRLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-7835753790394900402007-05-25T09:35:00.000+02:002008-12-09T16:12:04.418+02:00Have a Rocking Weekend!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5hR6dzhZR3PnjlPXASuFOnL19UOlhpjO7cJkjvjcWZsaSjzS6zwpeMcgi3ciJSypnB7cVHbHOM6WGBlQ2tpF1nQLh3dsBSWlMhQrv6U8c8J79nH4N8ocW4pBEfmw1HCHaHI-8lw/s1600-h/hb_ss_pink_pop[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068400984891067410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5hR6dzhZR3PnjlPXASuFOnL19UOlhpjO7cJkjvjcWZsaSjzS6zwpeMcgi3ciJSypnB7cVHbHOM6WGBlQ2tpF1nQLh3dsBSWlMhQrv6U8c8J79nH4N8ocW4pBEfmw1HCHaHI-8lw/s320/hb_ss_pink_pop%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">RoCk On!! RoCk OuT!!</span></div>SaM-GiRLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241noreply@blogger.com10