<?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-32393705</id><updated>2012-01-19T04:50:43.819+02:00</updated><title type='text'>S@M-G!RL-HoN3Y</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>151</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-4911176371268230212</id><published>2011-06-10T12:45:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T12:51:04.544+02:00</updated><title type='text'>One Step at a Time . . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5XZOzgvm-og/TfH1xtKbmVI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ihQtLv77lz0/s1600/6560_260599390575_719140575_8491083_7896945_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5XZOzgvm-og/TfH1xtKbmVI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ihQtLv77lz0/s320/6560_260599390575_719140575_8491083_7896945_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Have decided to start living healthier - that said, alcohol does not exist in my vocabulary anymore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;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. . . . . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393705-4911176371268230212?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/4911176371268230212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=4911176371268230212' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/4911176371268230212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/4911176371268230212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2011/06/one-step-at-time.html' title='One Step at a Time . . . .'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5XZOzgvm-og/TfH1xtKbmVI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ihQtLv77lz0/s72-c/6560_260599390575_719140575_8491083_7896945_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-7420298174384773297</id><published>2010-09-10T10:50:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T11:07:31.914+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Mates With My Ears</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/TInzU48FcaI/AAAAAAAAAn4/HjNsBTATpJg/s1600/djs_love_music_poster-p228115793464136173qibi_210.jpg"&gt;&lt;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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/TInzU48FcaI/AAAAAAAAAn4/HjNsBTATpJg/s320/djs_love_music_poster-p228115793464136173qibi_210.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/TInyudUm2KI/AAAAAAAAAnw/qT1hSQ8KkhU/s1600/200357101v6_480x480_Front.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dont you just love how, no matter WHAT mood youre in, music always seems to make you feel better about the situation?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;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!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;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!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;When I miss the good old days, reminiscing about my childhood, at home with my parents, sometimes country music always does the trick - strange!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And we all know what Barry White is known for! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Play that funky music people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393705-7420298174384773297?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/7420298174384773297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=7420298174384773297' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/7420298174384773297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/7420298174384773297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2010/09/music-mates-with-my-ears.html' title='Music Mates With My Ears'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/TInzU48FcaI/AAAAAAAAAn4/HjNsBTATpJg/s72-c/djs_love_music_poster-p228115793464136173qibi_210.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-2583253252683887594</id><published>2009-04-15T13:04:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T13:11:52.106+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything's gonna be OK....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/SeW_1gI8szI/AAAAAAAAAng/IWhGqQXi7f4/s1600-h/Lindie+piccies+209.jpg1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324873060316918578" style="WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/SeW_1gI8szI/AAAAAAAAAng/IWhGqQXi7f4/s320/Lindie+piccies+209.jpg1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;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!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393705-2583253252683887594?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/2583253252683887594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=2583253252683887594' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/2583253252683887594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/2583253252683887594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2009/04/everythings-gonna-be-ok.html' title='Everything&apos;s gonna be OK....'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/SeW_1gI8szI/AAAAAAAAAng/IWhGqQXi7f4/s72-c/Lindie+piccies+209.jpg1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-5445829217349569436</id><published>2008-03-26T14:53:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:12:02.270+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Im engaged;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R-pIXEbPs8I/AAAAAAAAAcc/MPQeCxEbqmg/s1600-h/DSC07577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182033882405385154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R-pIXEbPs8I/AAAAAAAAAcc/MPQeCxEbqmg/s320/DSC07577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393705-5445829217349569436?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/5445829217349569436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=5445829217349569436' title='253 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/5445829217349569436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/5445829217349569436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-engaged.html' title='Im engaged;)'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R-pIXEbPs8I/AAAAAAAAAcc/MPQeCxEbqmg/s72-c/DSC07577.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>253</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-354636432618848987</id><published>2008-01-18T14:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:12:02.440+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleeding Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R5CZY8J_egI/AAAAAAAAAcU/Kp8Sw_kWySE/s1600-h/sore.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156790227083164162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R5CZY8J_egI/AAAAAAAAAcU/Kp8Sw_kWySE/s200/sore.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Closed off from love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I didn’t need the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Once or twice was enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And it was all in vain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Time starts to pass Before you know it you’re frozen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But something happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;For the very first time with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My heart melts into the ground &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Found something true &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And everyone’s looking round &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Thinking I’m going crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But I don’t care what they say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I’m in love with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;They try to pull me away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But they don’t know the truth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My heart’s crippled by the vein &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;That I keep on closing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You cut me open and I....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Keep bleeding &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I keep bleeding I keep, keep bleeding love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Keep bleeding &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You cut me open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Trying hard not to hear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But they talk so loud &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Their piercing sounds fill my ears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Try to fill me with doubt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yet I know that the goal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Is to keep me from falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But nothing’s greater &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Than the rush that comes with your embrace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And in this world of loneliness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I see your face &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yet everyone around me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Thinks that I’m going crazy, maybe, maybe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But I don’t care what they say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Never loved a song this much before)&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/32393705-354636432618848987?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/354636432618848987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=354636432618848987' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/354636432618848987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/354636432618848987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2008/01/bleeding-love.html' title='Bleeding Love'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R5CZY8J_egI/AAAAAAAAAcU/Kp8Sw_kWySE/s72-c/sore.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-649629553954057991</id><published>2008-01-16T10:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:12:02.514+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dream Engagement ring.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R43C_sJ_efI/AAAAAAAAAcM/_pTXNODSSXI/s1600-h/engagement+ring.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155991547849701874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R43C_sJ_efI/AAAAAAAAAcM/_pTXNODSSXI/s320/engagement+ring.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393705-649629553954057991?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/649629553954057991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=649629553954057991' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/649629553954057991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/649629553954057991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-dream-engagement-ring.html' title='My Dream Engagement ring.'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R43C_sJ_efI/AAAAAAAAAcM/_pTXNODSSXI/s72-c/engagement+ring.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-151803230304400774</id><published>2007-12-13T12:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:12:02.796+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R2ELV0S2UZI/AAAAAAAAAb8/UA8SuwQWyZg/s1600-h/DSC054413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143404718876676498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R2ELV0S2UZI/AAAAAAAAAb8/UA8SuwQWyZg/s200/DSC054413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;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!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Much Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*Mwah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393705-151803230304400774?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/151803230304400774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=151803230304400774' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/151803230304400774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/151803230304400774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays!'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R2ELV0S2UZI/AAAAAAAAAb8/UA8SuwQWyZg/s72-c/DSC054413.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-769094548942831318</id><published>2007-12-11T11:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:12:02.977+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the good times begin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15d4kS2UQI/AAAAAAAAAaw/fjqIWOfpItI/s1600-h/DSC051383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142651050900476162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15d4kS2UQI/AAAAAAAAAaw/fjqIWOfpItI/s200/DSC051383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393705-769094548942831318?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/769094548942831318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=769094548942831318' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/769094548942831318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/769094548942831318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2007/12/let-good-times-begin.html' title='Let the good times begin.'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15d4kS2UQI/AAAAAAAAAaw/fjqIWOfpItI/s72-c/DSC051383.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-4473344126228391895</id><published>2007-12-10T15:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:12:03.162+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R11JMUS2UKI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/ovkqO7zhnz4/s1600-h/bu.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142346825481998498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R11JMUS2UKI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/ovkqO7zhnz4/s200/bu.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;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!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393705-4473344126228391895?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/4473344126228391895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=4473344126228391895' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/4473344126228391895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/4473344126228391895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2007/12/be-yourself.html' title='Be Yourself'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R11JMUS2UKI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/ovkqO7zhnz4/s72-c/bu.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-5479581859267720735</id><published>2007-12-05T14:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:12:03.303+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated Congrats!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R1aYau7HBII/AAAAAAAAAZs/-bIXEKj7nws/s1600-h/rwc-collage.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140463609729975426" style="WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" height="161" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R1aYau7HBII/AAAAAAAAAZs/-bIXEKj7nws/s200/rwc-collage.JPG" width="242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;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!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393705-5479581859267720735?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/5479581859267720735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=5479581859267720735' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/5479581859267720735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/5479581859267720735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2007/12/belated-congrats.html' title='Belated Congrats!'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R1aYau7HBII/AAAAAAAAAZs/-bIXEKj7nws/s72-c/rwc-collage.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-166468597980445329</id><published>2007-11-29T16:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:12:03.470+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow....Blogging still exists....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R07KFzkJkLI/AAAAAAAAAZk/UzHsoMXgfjY/s1600-h/eye.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138266425966301362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R07KFzkJkLI/AAAAAAAAAZk/UzHsoMXgfjY/s200/eye.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;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....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393705-166468597980445329?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/166468597980445329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=166468597980445329' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/166468597980445329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/166468597980445329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2007/11/wowblogging-still-exists.html' title='Wow....Blogging still exists....'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R07KFzkJkLI/AAAAAAAAAZk/UzHsoMXgfjY/s72-c/eye.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-729563129906579182</id><published>2007-07-17T12:17:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:12:03.634+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I want a guy who'd.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RpyZTIUjwyI/AAAAAAAAAYw/3OK8Q7qKQfU/s1600-h/n638045373_786764_5707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088110232952095522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RpyZTIUjwyI/AAAAAAAAAYw/3OK8Q7qKQfU/s400/n638045373_786764_5707.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RpyYfYUjwxI/AAAAAAAAAYo/YVQVKJygo4E/s1600-h/n638045373_786764_5707.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393705-729563129906579182?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/729563129906579182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=729563129906579182' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/729563129906579182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/729563129906579182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-want-guy-whod.html' title='I want a guy who&apos;d.....'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RpyZTIUjwyI/AAAAAAAAAYw/3OK8Q7qKQfU/s72-c/n638045373_786764_5707.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-800331514282941955</id><published>2007-07-16T16:55:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T16:56:02.588+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/p/Samantha_Stander/719140575" title="Samantha Stander's Facebook profile" target="_TOP"&gt;&lt;img src="http://badge.facebook.com/badge/719140575.922.987324959.png" border="0" alt="Samantha Stander's Facebook profile" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I have not been neglecting you guys for nothing..... Im addicted to facebook. *lol*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393705-800331514282941955?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/800331514282941955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=800331514282941955' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/800331514282941955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/800331514282941955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2007/07/facebook.html' title='Facebook'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-3386796256698514082</id><published>2007-07-11T09:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:12:03.793+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RpSIXP-GupI/AAAAAAAAAYg/4JA42n4zsQI/s1600-h/n48906938_32095100_9967.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085839812213521042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RpSIXP-GupI/AAAAAAAAAYg/4JA42n4zsQI/s320/n48906938_32095100_9967.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&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/32393705-3386796256698514082?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/3386796256698514082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=3386796256698514082' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/3386796256698514082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/3386796256698514082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-miss-you.html' title='I Miss You'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RpSIXP-GupI/AAAAAAAAAYg/4JA42n4zsQI/s72-c/n48906938_32095100_9967.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-4148198575110674173</id><published>2007-06-20T15:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:12:04.070+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I'ts My Party.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RnkyCMkKIdI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/6yyDbJHgdt0/s1600-h/jc6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078145068150956498" style="WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" height="203" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RnkyCMkKIdI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/6yyDbJHgdt0/s320/jc6.jpg" width="237" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;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!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393705-4148198575110674173?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/4148198575110674173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=4148198575110674173' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/4148198575110674173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/4148198575110674173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-my-party.html' title='I&apos;ts My Party.....'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RnkyCMkKIdI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/6yyDbJHgdt0/s72-c/jc6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-6992255751714417909</id><published>2007-06-08T08:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:12:04.236+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Speak Your Mind...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/Rmj3U8kKIcI/AAAAAAAAAYI/CyzW19Fy2Us/s1600-h/C0782222112_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073576919460094402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/Rmj3U8kKIcI/AAAAAAAAAYI/CyzW19Fy2Us/s320/C0782222112_11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;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!!!&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/32393705-6992255751714417909?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/6992255751714417909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=6992255751714417909' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/6992255751714417909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/6992255751714417909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2007/06/speak-your-mind.html' title='Speak Your Mind...'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/Rmj3U8kKIcI/AAAAAAAAAYI/CyzW19Fy2Us/s72-c/C0782222112_11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-783575379039490040</id><published>2007-05-25T09:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:12:04.418+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a Rocking Weekend!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RlaT15usDBI/AAAAAAAAAXU/b_jOpRFHf6o/s1600-h/hb_ss_pink_pop[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068400984891067410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RlaT15usDBI/AAAAAAAAAXU/b_jOpRFHf6o/s320/hb_ss_pink_pop%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;RoCk On!! RoCk OuT!!&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/32393705-783575379039490040?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/783575379039490040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=783575379039490040' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/783575379039490040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/783575379039490040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2007/05/have-rocking-weekend.html' title='Have a Rocking Weekend!!'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RlaT15usDBI/AAAAAAAAAXU/b_jOpRFHf6o/s72-c/hb_ss_pink_pop%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-4804094063018643815</id><published>2007-05-23T12:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:12:04.507+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What women REALLY mean;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RlQUrpusC_I/AAAAAAAAAXE/7iTqV36cAkw/s1600-h/90929836_936ef092a7_oe.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067698220867259378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RlQUrpusC_I/AAAAAAAAAXE/7iTqV36cAkw/s200/90929836_936ef092a7_oe.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Fine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; - This is the word women use to end an arguement when they are RIGHT and you need to shut up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;5 Minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - While getting dressed, this means half an hour... 5 Minutes is only 5 minutes if you have just been given 5 more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nothing&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- This is the calm before the storm.. This means "something" and you should be on your toes. Arguements that begin with "nothing" usually end in "fine"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Go Ahead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - This is a dare...not permission...DONT DO IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Loud Sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - This is not actually a word, but it is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A "Loud Sigh" means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and argueing with you over "nothing"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thats Okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - This is one of the MOST dangerous statements that a woman can make to a man. "Thats Okay" means that she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you'll pay for your mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - A woman is thanking you... Do not question it or faint! just say "you're welcome"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Whatever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; -This is a womans way of saying "*!#@ YOU"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You guys can thank me later......=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393705-4804094063018643815?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/4804094063018643815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=4804094063018643815' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/4804094063018643815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/4804094063018643815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-women-really-mean.html' title='What women REALLY mean;'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RlQUrpusC_I/AAAAAAAAAXE/7iTqV36cAkw/s72-c/90929836_936ef092a7_oe.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-7812194078084650901</id><published>2007-05-21T15:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:12:04.628+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Damn Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RlGh5ZusC9I/AAAAAAAAAW0/KfZoGTY9twY/s1600-h/avril._SS500_"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067009063299845074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RlGh5ZusC9I/AAAAAAAAAW0/KfZoGTY9twY/s400/avril._SS500_" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Im such a huge Avril fan! I got her new cd over the weekend.... And its really great! I love her songs... her music has changed a bit, since getting married, but it still rocks! Most of the songs on the cd, seem like they were written for her lovey (To me it sounds that way) I havent really gotten into the cd that much yet, but give me about a week or so and I'll know all the songs off by heart! hahaha...sad, I know... but yeah... On a MUCH stronger note... I would like to congradulate the Bulls for their win over the weekend, I supported them, but I do however, think that BOTH teams deserved to win... as it was a brilliant game. Great one guys! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393705-7812194078084650901?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/7812194078084650901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=7812194078084650901' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/7812194078084650901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/7812194078084650901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2007/05/best-damn-thing.html' title='Best Damn Thing'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RlGh5ZusC9I/AAAAAAAAAW0/KfZoGTY9twY/s72-c/avril._SS500_' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-1831280613225888569</id><published>2007-05-17T12:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:12:04.742+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen to your heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RkwwdJusC8I/AAAAAAAAAWs/PNHBANk_iQc/s1600-h/f3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065476958271048642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RkwwdJusC8I/AAAAAAAAAWs/PNHBANk_iQc/s400/f3.bmp" 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/32393705-1831280613225888569?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/1831280613225888569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=1831280613225888569' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/1831280613225888569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/1831280613225888569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2007/05/listen-to-your-heart.html' title='Listen to your heart'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RkwwdJusC8I/AAAAAAAAAWs/PNHBANk_iQc/s72-c/f3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-645294106345690177</id><published>2007-05-11T09:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:12:04.885+02:00</updated><title type='text'>When? Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RkQW8Sl1tmI/AAAAAAAAAWc/KzBx9J8m3L4/s1600-h/be%20my%20hopeless%20romantic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063197106109789794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RkQW8Sl1tmI/AAAAAAAAAWc/KzBx9J8m3L4/s200/be%2520my%2520hopeless%2520romantic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;When does the truth become a lie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;When does sadness make you wanna die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Why smile, when you really wanna cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Why get morbid, after getting high?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Why say I love you, when you dont?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Why be someone you're really not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Where have the good times gone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Where's the person I was, when I was strong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Why doesnt anything make sense?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Why does it all seem like a mess?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Because......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Its because of YOU.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393705-645294106345690177?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/645294106345690177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=645294106345690177' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/645294106345690177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/645294106345690177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2007/05/when-does-truth-become-lie-when-does.html' title='When? Why?'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RkQW8Sl1tmI/AAAAAAAAAWc/KzBx9J8m3L4/s72-c/be%2520my%2520hopeless%2520romantic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-4521724115885235183</id><published>2007-05-10T10:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:12:05.030+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Life in da Slammer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062852074207032914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RkLdIyl1tlI/AAAAAAAAAWU/RamyldbfyzI/s200/Paris-Hilton-ta03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Poor Paris Hilton....  having to go to jail! Ill only believe it when I see it though. Shame, think its gonna be tough for her, apparantly she only gets 2 uniforms, 1 bra and 2 panties (2 panties too much if you ask me coz the girl doesnt even wear them) hahaha! But no really... That'll teach her, and hopefully all these other celebs that think they ARE the law... and do whatever they want! Good luck Paris... Maybe this will inspire you for another "Simple Life" season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393705-4521724115885235183?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/4521724115885235183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=4521724115885235183' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/4521724115885235183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/4521724115885235183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2007/05/simple-life-in-da-slammer.html' title='Simple Life in da Slammer.'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RkLdIyl1tlI/AAAAAAAAAWU/RamyldbfyzI/s72-c/Paris-Hilton-ta03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-4242049385282836323</id><published>2007-05-09T10:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:12:05.326+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Spidey can spin my web...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062468941649393170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RkGAril1thI/AAAAAAAAAV0/NExBsEpEq9o/s400/spiderman3pubb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ohhhhh myyyy...... Eensi Weensi Spiiiiiiiider come clime into my bed! hahahaaha! Girls! you have to go see this movie! His ass is tighter than ever! and he looks "oh so hot" when the venom overtakes him and he lets loose a bit. Guys go see it coz there are cooler villains, (also hot for the girls) heehee! Its also very sad... I shed a tear or two...or three or four! shut up ok I'm a pissy! But really guys.... I enjoyed it. What did you think when you watched it? I have a few friends who said that it was not what they expected, and they were left, feeling a bit disappointed.... ummm, yeah.... ok... whatever... I LOVED it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RkGCZil1tiI/AAAAAAAAAV8/dSUZaIlgXAY/s1600-h/spiderman3pube.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RkGDOCl1tkI/AAAAAAAAAWM/yQKypw7AIco/s1600-h/spiderman3pubcc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062471733378135618" style="WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" height="166" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RkGDOCl1tkI/AAAAAAAAAWM/yQKypw7AIco/s200/spiderman3pubcc.jpg" width="163" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393705-4242049385282836323?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/4242049385282836323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=4242049385282836323' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/4242049385282836323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/4242049385282836323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2007/05/spidey-can-spin-my-web.html' title='Spidey can spin my web...'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RkGAril1thI/AAAAAAAAAV0/NExBsEpEq9o/s72-c/spiderman3pubb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-8098314236036909060</id><published>2007-05-08T08:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:12:05.446+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Wise Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RkAVCil1tfI/AAAAAAAAAVg/8l5svH0uSj0/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062069114553873906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RkAVCil1tfI/AAAAAAAAAVg/8l5svH0uSj0/s400/image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I love clever men.... Where have all of them gone anyway? Almost as extinct as the Dodo. LOL&lt;/span&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/32393705-8098314236036909060?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/8098314236036909060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=8098314236036909060' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/8098314236036909060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/8098314236036909060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2007/05/wise-words.html' title='Wise Words'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RkAVCil1tfI/AAAAAAAAAVg/8l5svH0uSj0/s72-c/image004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-5890216003833015544</id><published>2007-05-03T14:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:12:05.624+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderwoman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RjnXqSl1teI/AAAAAAAAAVY/3d14s0G-pAU/s1600-h/51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060312777872487906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RjnXqSl1teI/AAAAAAAAAVY/3d14s0G-pAU/s400/51.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/32393705-5890216003833015544?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/5890216003833015544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=5890216003833015544' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/5890216003833015544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/5890216003833015544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2007/05/wonderwoman.html' title='Wonderwoman'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RjnXqSl1teI/AAAAAAAAAVY/3d14s0G-pAU/s72-c/51.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-6061530147169562848</id><published>2007-04-26T09:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:12:05.824+02:00</updated><title type='text'>No wonder Im So Tired...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RjBWeyl1tcI/AAAAAAAAAVI/YHiyPXOxjjM/s1600-h/image0041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057637468513613250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RjBWeyl1tcI/AAAAAAAAAVI/YHiyPXOxjjM/s400/image0041.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/32393705-6061530147169562848?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/6061530147169562848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=6061530147169562848' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/6061530147169562848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/6061530147169562848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2007/04/no-wonder-im-so-tired.html' title='No wonder Im So Tired...'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RjBWeyl1tcI/AAAAAAAAAVI/YHiyPXOxjjM/s72-c/image0041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-5126923238780099160</id><published>2007-04-23T11:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:12:06.094+02:00</updated><title type='text'>For My Girlies....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/Rix30JB_RaI/AAAAAAAAAU8/8RmFtMOvEmA/s1600-h/french%20martini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056548219291387298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/Rix30JB_RaI/AAAAAAAAAU8/8RmFtMOvEmA/s400/french%2520martini.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If the ocean were a cocktail&lt;br /&gt;and I was a duck,&lt;br /&gt;I'd swim to the bottom&lt;br /&gt;and drink my way up,&lt;br /&gt;But the oceans are not a cocktail&lt;br /&gt;and I'm not a duck,&lt;br /&gt;So pass the glass&lt;br /&gt;and shut the f#k up&lt;br /&gt;Heres to you.&lt;br /&gt;Heres to me.&lt;br /&gt;Drunkards forever, we shall be.&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/32393705-5126923238780099160?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/5126923238780099160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=5126923238780099160' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/5126923238780099160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/5126923238780099160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2007/04/for-my-girlies.html' title='For My Girlies....'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/Rix30JB_RaI/AAAAAAAAAU8/8RmFtMOvEmA/s72-c/french%2520martini.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-3085340239376672675</id><published>2007-04-19T10:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:12:06.219+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Linger....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RicwSJB_RVI/AAAAAAAAAUU/8Bb235YMFO8/s1600-h/lay.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055062194966709586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RicwSJB_RVI/AAAAAAAAAUU/8Bb235YMFO8/s400/lay.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If you, if you could return, don't let it burn, don't let it fade. I'm sure, I'm not being rude, but it's just your attitude, It's tearing me apart, It's ruining everything. I swore, I swore I would be true, and honey, so did you. So why were you holding her hand? Is that the way we stand? Were you lying all the time? Was it just a game to you? But I'm in so deep. You know I'm such a fool for you. You got me wrapped around your finger, Do you have to let it linger? Do you have to, do you have to, Do you have to let it linger? Oh, I thought the world of you. I thought nothing could go wrong, But I was wrong. I was wrong. If you, if you could get by, trying not to lie, Things wouldn't be so confused and I wouldn't feel so used, But you always really knew, I just wanna be with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393705-3085340239376672675?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/3085340239376672675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=3085340239376672675' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/3085340239376672675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/3085340239376672675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2007/04/did-you.html' title='Linger....'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RicwSJB_RVI/AAAAAAAAAUU/8Bb235YMFO8/s72-c/lay.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-2671724493526494007</id><published>2007-04-16T12:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:12:06.346+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Criminals Getting Religious?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RiNLCCg7lWI/AAAAAAAAAUE/oezZn3ceo68/s1600-h/Arma1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053965705246643554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RiNLCCg7lWI/AAAAAAAAAUE/oezZn3ceo68/s400/Arma1.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I was devastated on Thursday, they broke in by my house..... Stole ALMOST everything, all the tv's, dvd players, hi-fi's, playstation (sorry Hennie... lol) they even took the bedding guys... they left me with only ONE pillow... which makes me think atleast they had a heart, and that they were concerned that I wouldnt have anything to sleep on... Something that made me very angry though, was the fact that the buggers stole my Bible.. BIBLE ffs!!!! Its a beautiful Bible my Mom and Dad gave to me when I had my Confirmation at Church... With my name inside and everything... and they stole it! Wtf? How can you break into a house (which since I last checked was still a sin) and steal a Bible? I hoped that maybe the guy who took the Bible would read it, and become a reformed Christian and maybe return all the stolen goods the next day.... to no avail...sigh.&lt;/span&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/32393705-2671724493526494007?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/2671724493526494007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=2671724493526494007' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/2671724493526494007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/2671724493526494007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2007/04/criminals-getting-religious.html' title='Criminals Getting Religious?'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RiNLCCg7lWI/AAAAAAAAAUE/oezZn3ceo68/s72-c/Arma1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-4929641602774466134</id><published>2007-04-11T09:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:12:06.485+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You Now Fuck Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RhyRlig7lVI/AAAAAAAAAT8/zMPxhEYeJ78/s1600-h/rockskull4hr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052072956108969298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RhyRlig7lVI/AAAAAAAAAT8/zMPxhEYeJ78/s320/rockskull4hr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Go away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Give me a chance to miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It'll make me want to kiss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I love you so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Much more when you're not here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Watchin all the bad shows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Drinking all of my beer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I don't believe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Adam and Eve Spent every goddamn day together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If you give me some room &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;there will be room enough for two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Leave me alone I'm lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Alone I'm lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Alone Im Lonely Tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I don't wanna wake up with another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But I don't wanna always wake up with you either&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No you can't hop into my shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;All I ask for is one fuckin' hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You taste so sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But I can't eat the same thing every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cuttin off the phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Leave me the fuck alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tomorrow I'll be beggin' you to come home&lt;/span&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/32393705-4929641602774466134?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/4929641602774466134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=4929641602774466134' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/4929641602774466134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/4929641602774466134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-love-you-now-fuck-off.html' title='I Love You Now Fuck Off'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RhyRlig7lVI/AAAAAAAAAT8/zMPxhEYeJ78/s72-c/rockskull4hr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-7464973923949871126</id><published>2007-04-10T09:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:12:06.627+02:00</updated><title type='text'>So True...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/Rhs-zSg7lUI/AAAAAAAAAT0/gydU1UhMXWw/s1600-h/haircut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051700457890354498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/Rhs-zSg7lUI/AAAAAAAAAT0/gydU1UhMXWw/s320/haircut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So much better if hes gained a few pounds...lol=)&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/32393705-7464973923949871126?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/7464973923949871126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=7464973923949871126' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/7464973923949871126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/7464973923949871126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2007/04/so-true.html' title='So True...'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/Rhs-zSg7lUI/AAAAAAAAAT0/gydU1UhMXWw/s72-c/haircut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-3912131122621900158</id><published>2007-04-04T15:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:12:06.815+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RhOl1PrdJqI/AAAAAAAAATs/0zhIjM8HHH0/s1600-h/BestT-shirtEver(11)1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049561941372905122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RhOl1PrdJqI/AAAAAAAAATs/0zhIjM8HHH0/s320/BestT-shirtEver(11)1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Going out with some of the girls again tonight.... Plan on getting a bit tipsy, so I can get my weekend started.... Its taking so damn long though! Tomorrow is gonna be such a long day! Aaargh..... and have you guys noticed... it always takes so long for a damn long weekend to come, but once its there it flies past.... Sh!th3ad... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393705-3912131122621900158?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/3912131122621900158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=3912131122621900158' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/3912131122621900158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/3912131122621900158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2007/04/too-bad.html' title='Too Bad'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RhOl1PrdJqI/AAAAAAAAATs/0zhIjM8HHH0/s72-c/BestT-shirtEver(11)1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-3681836250300161641</id><published>2007-04-02T15:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:12:06.962+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Break Free.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RhEGp6_qHOI/AAAAAAAAATc/czlWYoIkXQE/s1600-h/heart.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048823974539697378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RhEGp6_qHOI/AAAAAAAAATc/czlWYoIkXQE/s320/heart.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Sometimes I feel so inlove that it feels like my heart wants to explode.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393705-3681836250300161641?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/3681836250300161641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=3681836250300161641' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/3681836250300161641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/3681836250300161641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2007/04/break-free.html' title='Break Free.....'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RhEGp6_qHOI/AAAAAAAAATc/czlWYoIkXQE/s72-c/heart.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-219418049145795235</id><published>2007-03-26T10:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:12:07.149+02:00</updated><title type='text'>You reached yours?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046150093526557282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RgeGxj_0YmI/AAAAAAAAATI/SC1rAPBOfZ0/s320/dreams.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I still remember sitting in my classroom, I was in Grade 8 and my teacher (always trying to act like she loved being there, but if you looked deeper you could see she wanted to slap the living shit outta everyone of her students) anyways, she was busy explaining an essay we had to do, the topic was "Where do I see myself in 10 years?" So it was 1998 when I was writing that, 9 years ago. I remember writing that I wouldve wanted to start a family already, been a glorified mommy... I wanted to travel the world, I wanted to have signed a contract with a  famous label (Hey, dont laugh! I sound real good in the shower!!) But here I am... 9 years later, and I havent achieved any of those things yet.. Back then I was eager to have children, but now I just dont think I'm emotionally ready for it... decided that I wanted to start when I turn 26. Strange how ones perceptions can change as they grow older... Those were my dreams... so if I havent reached them yet... does it mean my life is unfulfilled?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393705-219418049145795235?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/219418049145795235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=219418049145795235' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/219418049145795235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/219418049145795235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2007/03/you-reached-yours.html' title='You reached yours?'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RgeGxj_0YmI/AAAAAAAAATI/SC1rAPBOfZ0/s72-c/dreams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-3190337384362258481</id><published>2007-03-22T15:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:12:07.302+02:00</updated><title type='text'>*Friends Only*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RgKF1j_0YkI/AAAAAAAAAS4/7OpL1AH_a2U/s1600-h/bleh.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044741687850852930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RgKF1j_0YkI/AAAAAAAAAS4/7OpL1AH_a2U/s320/bleh.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Most of you guys know that I have a boyfriend, and that this year, in August, we will have been together for 10 years. Sure we had a few ups and downs, went on breaks, didnt see eachother for a while, but each time we found ourselves running back to eachother (which is obvious though, coz i love my angel, and cant imagine a life without him) There have been numerous occasions, where ppl ask, how long have you been together, and when I tell them they nearly die of a heart attack, as we are still so young, and started going out when we were 13. Some of my girlfriends dont know HOW i do it.... (Actually a specific girlfriend that needs to have a new boyfriend atleast every 2 months) She doesnt understand how we arent tired of eachother.. simple really.... LoVe .... Anyway, we decided to have fun the other day, and to put our details onto a dating website, (probably also coz some other bloggers are doing it) just to see how many responses we'd get, I did state on mine that I was only looking for friends though, and the pic above is the picture that is advertised for my profile. I was amazed at how many guys wanted to meet me, girls even! I didnt think I still had it! But I guess after such a long period with one guy, the compliments do tend to fade away... but the love always stays strong. You guys should try this, it really is a self-esteem-booster. Go get a subscription at &lt;a href="http://www.thunderboltcity.com"&gt;www.thunderboltcity.com&lt;/a&gt;... you wont regret it! Even if its just for friends, lotsa great ppl on there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393705-3190337384362258481?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/3190337384362258481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=3190337384362258481' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/3190337384362258481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/3190337384362258481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2007/03/friends-only.html' title='*Friends Only*'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RgKF1j_0YkI/AAAAAAAAAS4/7OpL1AH_a2U/s72-c/bleh.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-2788255892640529106</id><published>2007-03-19T14:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:12:07.514+02:00</updated><title type='text'>War is such a Waste....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RgO9hD_0YlI/AAAAAAAAATA/cJ8xnphTVck/s1600-h/1123668.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045084383291400786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RgO9hD_0YlI/AAAAAAAAATA/cJ8xnphTVck/s320/1123668.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had the most horrific dream last night! Dreamt that the war had started in South-Africa. People were being killed left, right and centre! For no reason whatsoever! Men, Mothers and children! I think the reason it petrified me so much is because its reality! That IS whats happening in our world!.... I dont know what has become of us... I really dont know...&lt;br /&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/32393705-2788255892640529106?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/2788255892640529106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=2788255892640529106' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/2788255892640529106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/2788255892640529106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2007/03/war-is-such-waste.html' title='War is such a Waste....'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RgO9hD_0YlI/AAAAAAAAATA/cJ8xnphTVck/s72-c/1123668.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-3076125717939966844</id><published>2007-03-14T14:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:12:07.677+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Advice....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/Rffq91s8VBI/AAAAAAAAASU/bAEEQ2onmz8/s1600-h/liveitup.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041756655973061650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/Rffq91s8VBI/AAAAAAAAASU/bAEEQ2onmz8/s400/liveitup.bmp" 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/32393705-3076125717939966844?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/3076125717939966844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=3076125717939966844' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/3076125717939966844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/3076125717939966844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2007/03/good-advice.html' title='Good Advice....'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/Rffq91s8VBI/AAAAAAAAASU/bAEEQ2onmz8/s72-c/liveitup.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-5259328743907266941</id><published>2007-03-12T14:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:12:08.320+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty at your doorstep...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RfVHRFs8U8I/AAAAAAAAARs/ip38O7nubag/s1600-h/SSA43034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041013716825166786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RfVHRFs8U8I/AAAAAAAAARs/ip38O7nubag/s320/SSA43034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Went camping again this weekend... Feel soooo refreshed! Nothing better than pitching a tent up next to a nice river, watching sunrise and sunset, chilling with your friends over a bottle of red wine and being close to Mother Nature. Me, Tash and the guys always go camping together, were camping buddies. We try to do it once a month, just to breakaway, Im sure with these beautiful pics you guys can understand why. The men however, love going so they can "attempt" to catch some fish. LOL. Boys and their toys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RfVLqVs8U_I/AAAAAAAAASE/x_Gwgzu5YEk/s1600-h/SSA43039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041018548663374834" style="WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" height="127" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RfVLqVs8U_I/AAAAAAAAASE/x_Gwgzu5YEk/s200/SSA43039.JPG" width="153" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RfVKlls8U-I/AAAAAAAAAR8/mxc-A1Jdaw4/s1600-h/Kamp2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041017367547368418" style="WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px" height="136" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RfVKlls8U-I/AAAAAAAAAR8/mxc-A1Jdaw4/s200/Kamp2.JPG" width="143" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RfVJ4Fs8U9I/AAAAAAAAAR0/pLJHUC1gJ-4/s1600-h/Kamp.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041016585863320530" style="WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px" height="137" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RfVJ4Fs8U9I/AAAAAAAAAR0/pLJHUC1gJ-4/s200/Kamp.JPG" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/32393705-5259328743907266941?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/5259328743907266941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=5259328743907266941' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/5259328743907266941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/5259328743907266941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2007/03/beauty-at-your-doorstep.html' title='Beauty at your doorstep...'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RfVHRFs8U8I/AAAAAAAAARs/ip38O7nubag/s72-c/SSA43034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-1679016918923057188</id><published>2007-03-09T11:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:12:08.423+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Qualified Bitch......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RfEkmFs8U7I/AAAAAAAAARk/gl8joYXIGcQ/s1600-h/8281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039849694788604850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RfEkmFs8U7I/AAAAAAAAARk/gl8joYXIGcQ/s320/8281.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What makes a girl a bitch? I know for a fact that I am NOT a bitch.. Im one of the friendliest ppl that'll ever cross your path, but everytime I go out with my girlfriends to clubs, I get stereotyped as the "bitch" Is it coz im not as eager to get into the guys pants as all the other chicks there? Is it coz im simply not amused by a guy that can down a whole beer in 2.4 seconds? Or is it because I dont play dumb so you dont get intimidated? I dont get it? Guys want strong independant girls, but theres a catch - JUST AS THEIR WIVES! before that the girl can be anything... afterwards though, shes not good enough. but if your like I am... then you get dissed for thinking you're better than everybody else? Because you have MORALS? I dont get it... What do guys actually want when they go out and meet new girls? Please tell me? Please?&lt;/span&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/32393705-1679016918923057188?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/1679016918923057188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=1679016918923057188' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/1679016918923057188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/1679016918923057188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2007/03/qualified-bitch.html' title='Qualified Bitch......'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RfEkmFs8U7I/AAAAAAAAARk/gl8joYXIGcQ/s72-c/8281.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-2641090598711260127</id><published>2007-03-07T14:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:12:08.592+02:00</updated><title type='text'>F*&amp;k You All!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/Re6xKdiRpGI/AAAAAAAAARc/diPWTdaTJOg/s1600-h/sdfsdfdd.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039159826359362658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/Re6xKdiRpGI/AAAAAAAAARc/diPWTdaTJOg/s320/sdfsdfdd.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I dont care what anybody else says about Kelly Osbourne! I love the bitch. Yeah shes rude, and shes not very ladylike, but she says whats on her mind, shes not as pretencious as HALF the people in Hollywood... What you see is what you get.... I wish I could be like that more... Anyway, I had no idea what to blog about.... so, this is what you get when boredom sets in. lol.&lt;/span&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/32393705-2641090598711260127?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/2641090598711260127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=2641090598711260127' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/2641090598711260127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/2641090598711260127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2007/03/f-you-all.html' title='F*&amp;k You All!!'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/Re6xKdiRpGI/AAAAAAAAARc/diPWTdaTJOg/s72-c/sdfsdfdd.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-4817881618112066895</id><published>2007-03-06T15:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:12:08.872+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest In Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038800835812893778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/Re1qqdiRpFI/AAAAAAAAARU/mxQYRJtVZZY/s320/SheldeanG1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I am SO disgusted in South Africa right now.... The crime is getting F*&amp;amp;cking ridiculous yet they say that numbers are decreasing!!! If that is true, please... PLEASE tell me why this beautiful little angel on the left here is no longer with us.... Tell me why her mommy and daddy are crying endless tears, and that nothing that anybody says is going to make it better!! Please, Id love to know! What did a 7 year old girl do to deserve this...... How could she have known that that Sunday in the park was going to be the last one? When I heard that they had found her body on the news this morning, I almost got SICK!! And it was the guy that they questioned a day after she went disappearing... They HAD him!! and they let him get away!! I dont love my country anymore.... I really dont.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;To Sheldean's mommy and daddy.... Our thoughts and prayers are with you.. Know that your little angel is in a good place now and out of the hands of that monster. Be strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393705-4817881618112066895?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/4817881618112066895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=4817881618112066895' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/4817881618112066895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/4817881618112066895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2007/03/rest-in-peace.html' title='Rest In Peace'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/Re1qqdiRpFI/AAAAAAAAARU/mxQYRJtVZZY/s72-c/SheldeanG1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-5040645160238335364</id><published>2007-03-05T10:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:12:09.112+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Is Great.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RewJkra2F5I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/pdLs9-j0yVk/s1600-h/muahahaha.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038412608856004498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RewJkra2F5I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/pdLs9-j0yVk/s320/muahahaha.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;"It is a curious thought, but it is only when you see people looking ridiculous that you realize just how much you love them"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;-Anne Christie-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;How many of us actually appreciate what we have in life? I know that sometimes I can be really unthankfull for some of the stuff I have that other people would give an arm and leg for.... Material things are nothing... Its the people that cross our paths each day that we should be thankful for... And Im writing this post to thank all of them, even the ones on blogger, you may not know this, but your blogs touch people in strange ways (dont be perverse now!!) Im just in a extra good mood today, felt like sharing the happiness. The pic above is of me and my man on our December holiday being silly as always.... Id like to thank him the most... for being the smile that crosses my face each day....*mwah* Have a great week guys!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393705-5040645160238335364?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/5040645160238335364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=5040645160238335364' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/5040645160238335364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/5040645160238335364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2007/03/life-is-great.html' title='Life Is Great.....'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RewJkra2F5I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/pdLs9-j0yVk/s72-c/muahahaha.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-2514394631574681592</id><published>2007-02-28T15:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:12:09.275+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Addictions.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/ReWFkl_uzRI/AAAAAAAAAQI/ZF9bFb6JBaA/s1600-h/toilet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036578622004972818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/ReWFkl_uzRI/AAAAAAAAAQI/ZF9bFb6JBaA/s320/toilet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I hate admitting this, but I can relate to most of the things on Postsecret... and I am guilty of them too! This is another picture I got off their site that just made me think of myself! I am addicted to my phone, its glued to my hand 24/7. I was bad with normal sms's, but then some idiot decided to invent Mxit.... (No youre not an idiot!!! I love you I love you) At the start I was on it till early mornings, where I'd only get into bed at 1 or 2 in the morning after chatting to all my friends.... and when I had to go bath, the phone would go with, even a quick visit to the loo gets accompanied by my phone friend.....  Even when I'm visiting with my REAL friends, I prefer chatting to my mxit friends, or sometimes I even chat to the friends that are actually visiting with me (like sitting in the same room)  on mxit, instead of talking to them like a normal person would!? Initially I thought, like all other things this was only going to last a month or so.... but boy was I wrong... Ive had it almost 6 months now, and STILL cant get enough of it, and when the Mxit service has technical problems I want to chew my knuckles!! Why? When I had been living without it for so long and been fine? Am I crazy? Am I addicted? Do they have rehab for people like me?&lt;/span&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/32393705-2514394631574681592?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/2514394631574681592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=2514394631574681592' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/2514394631574681592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/2514394631574681592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2007/02/addictions.html' title='Addictions.....'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/ReWFkl_uzRI/AAAAAAAAAQI/ZF9bFb6JBaA/s72-c/toilet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-4395736611120773697</id><published>2007-02-27T15:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:12:09.464+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Can Pot Me.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036209967782087922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/ReQ2SF_uzPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/wDxWlJpYcQ0/s320/z73961237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;MAN!! They really DO grow up fast dont they! I could not believe my eyes when I saw these pics of Daniel Radcliffe, hes such a hottie!! Just shows you what happens if you take off those round little glasses and that school uniform... wonder if there are any little boys like that near here... OMG! Did I just say that out loud! lol!!!!! teehee.... I hope he looks this hot in the next Harry Potter, coz then I am DEFINATELY watching it... 5 times... no.... 6... Oh Ill see how much money I have left after all my payments and whatnot... sigh...=) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393705-4395736611120773697?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/4395736611120773697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=4395736611120773697' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/4395736611120773697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/4395736611120773697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2007/02/harry-can-pot-me.html' title='Harry Can Pot Me.........'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/ReQ2SF_uzPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/wDxWlJpYcQ0/s72-c/z73961237.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-645500080410790269</id><published>2007-02-26T11:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:12:09.634+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ive Been Tagged....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/ReKxTF_uzOI/AAAAAAAAAPk/tKVCsojRmMs/s1600-h/blonde.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035782274938752226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/ReKxTF_uzOI/AAAAAAAAAPk/tKVCsojRmMs/s320/blonde.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ive been tagged by Arlene;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Rules: Each player starts off with 10 weird things / little known facts about themselves, and this rule MUST be stated in blog. Thereafter, 6 other people must be tagged, here goes;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Whenever I get onto/into an airplane, I have to turn around in a full circle, as I believe this gives me good luck....crazy right? lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; I absolutely HATE my smile! Above picture explains why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; When I hear a song that I REALLY like, I usually buy the cd, and listen that same song up to 15 times a day, to learn the words, so the next time it comes on the radio I can sing along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; When receiving gifts, I prefer getting small cheap gifts in large quantities, rather than 1 decent expensive gift ( Im like a little child)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; I always wash my toothbrush off before brushing my teeth again, for fear that somebody else used it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; My hair has been atLEAST 5 different colours, but I prefer blonde the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; I have a huge fear that the end of the world is going to be because of a tidal wave...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.&lt;/strong&gt; I'm not a sissy, I dont scare easily, but I have an abnormal fear of beetles... especially when Im lying in my bed at night, and they fly against my walls and roof!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.&lt;/strong&gt; According to my friends I have 6 different types of laughs, of which my mom says one sounds like a horse...... ouch...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.&lt;/strong&gt; I love eating ice cubes.... I think its because my mom ate that when she was pregnant with me, it was her craving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The 6 people Im tagging is; Grem, Lee, Stiffla,Phlippy, Pms, and Lordwiggly..... Enjoy.&lt;/span&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/32393705-645500080410790269?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/645500080410790269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=645500080410790269' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/645500080410790269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/645500080410790269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2007/02/ive-been-tagged.html' title='Ive Been Tagged....'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/ReKxTF_uzOI/AAAAAAAAAPk/tKVCsojRmMs/s72-c/blonde.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-9186807592529021646</id><published>2007-02-23T10:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:12:09.749+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisterly Love......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/Rd6vC1_uzLI/AAAAAAAAAO8/jGNW4J3Rn90/s1600-h/SSA41765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034653896835779762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/Rd6vC1_uzLI/AAAAAAAAAO8/jGNW4J3Rn90/s400/SSA41765.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;This crazy looking chickita pictured above is none other than my booh.... The middle sister - Im the youngest. As most of the people that know me knows, I love both my sisters TOO MUCH, and they mean the world to me, and I hate having fights with them.... that doesnt mean we dont fight however... Me and booh were spending some quality time together yesterday, and then she piped up how mad she was at me, for not wanting her to be my "Maid of Honour" at my wedding, (When that eventually happens) See, when we were younger, we always promised eachother that wed be the maid of honour at either ones weddings.... even when we played barbies with our friends, and one of us got married... that was always the case... but sadly, as happens in most cases, people grow up, and in most cases their opinions differ in most things... when we were younger we were almost like twins, and she was my best friend.. and we always tried to look the same.... but I think that stopped when she started experimenting so much with her hair....lol.... I love her for her individuality, but the thing is, as "loud" as her hair looks, multiply her personality tenfold.... Shes a wild child... And I guess, I always pictured my wedding as a kind of fairytale, I want everything perfect... Not included in those dreams, was a loud, wild (like i know her, probably tipsy from wine while walking down the aisle with me) punk chick... and she'd probably flirt with all the hot guys while walking down the aisle too... And I know I must sound really self centred for saying this, but my wedding is MY day..... I dont want to share it with somebody who'll pinch me on the ass while saying my vows (and she WILL do that!!) It just hurts coz I love her so much, and I reaaaaaaly want her there next to me... Ive learnt so much from her.... What do you guys think? Should I risk it?&lt;/span&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/32393705-9186807592529021646?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/9186807592529021646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=9186807592529021646' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/9186807592529021646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/9186807592529021646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2007/02/sisterly-love.html' title='Sisterly Love......'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/Rd6vC1_uzLI/AAAAAAAAAO8/jGNW4J3Rn90/s72-c/SSA41765.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-7178570023792321137</id><published>2007-02-19T19:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:12:09.875+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mwah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/Rd2gMF_uzII/AAAAAAAAAOc/Ehinwenb31c/s1600-h/kiss2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034356088098442370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/Rd2gMF_uzII/AAAAAAAAAOc/Ehinwenb31c/s400/kiss2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What the different types of kisses mean;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the belly – Lets have sex&lt;br /&gt;On the forehead – Forever you’ll be mine&lt;br /&gt;On the ear – I’m horny&lt;br /&gt;On the cheek – Were friends&lt;br /&gt;On the hand – I adore you&lt;br /&gt;On the neck – We belong together&lt;br /&gt;On the shoulder – I want you&lt;br /&gt;On the lips – I love you / I want you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Happy kissing guys!!!&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/32393705-7178570023792321137?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/7178570023792321137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=7178570023792321137' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/7178570023792321137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/7178570023792321137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2007/02/mwah.html' title='Mwah'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/Rd2gMF_uzII/AAAAAAAAAOc/Ehinwenb31c/s72-c/kiss2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-4749787290611977961</id><published>2007-02-13T15:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:12:10.021+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Worth It....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RdG-GYi13MI/AAAAAAAAANg/e8c8mUjpGOA/s1600-h/worth+it.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031011275626634434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RdG-GYi13MI/AAAAAAAAANg/e8c8mUjpGOA/s400/worth+it.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Whatever!!!!! Almost nothing is actually worth it in the end! No matter what anybody says!! Like when you just broke up with your boyfriend, coz you think hes never gonna change... Dont for one second tell me that after you've left him you stop thinking about him completely, nuhuh, 10 years down the line youre still gonna catch yourself thinking.. "I wonder how he turned out" even though you already have 3 kids, and a husband that adores you, you'll STILL think about that guy! Not even mentioning all the pain you had to go through to forget him. So dont ever fool yourself with a silly line like this, dont worry about the end, worry about right now! and what THATS worth to you!&lt;/span&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/32393705-4749787290611977961?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/4749787290611977961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=4749787290611977961' title='63 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/4749787290611977961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/4749787290611977961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2007/02/not-worth-it.html' title='Not Worth It....'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RdG-GYi13MI/AAAAAAAAANg/e8c8mUjpGOA/s72-c/worth+it.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>63</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-4258828035488150646</id><published>2007-02-12T14:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:12:10.282+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Started....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RdBceIi13HI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Xi0eWVCrvl0/s1600-h/picklovefruit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030622456532294770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RdBceIi13HI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Xi0eWVCrvl0/s320/picklovefruit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well, there are only 2 days left for Valentines day, and nobody at my work knew this up untill today, so there is major panic going on here... What to buy? Where to go for dinner? What lingerie to purchase for that seductive night! I have realised now, that it really is all about money.... nothing else.... I apologise for being stupid enough to think that there mightve been a bit of good left in it.... Coz if you really need to show your love to that special "somebody" you dont have to go ALL out! Its the littlest things that count! Try not to waste too much money on it this year guys!&lt;/span&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/32393705-4258828035488150646?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/4258828035488150646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=4258828035488150646' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/4258828035488150646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/4258828035488150646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-started.html' title='Its Started....'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RdBceIi13HI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Xi0eWVCrvl0/s72-c/picklovefruit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-8562859672127251099</id><published>2007-02-09T12:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:12:10.472+02:00</updated><title type='text'>So Hot Right Now......</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029493395529522258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RcxZmIi13FI/AAAAAAAAAMA/RJbAhA2fGKo/s320/doggy.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;So apparantly its not cool to carry your pets around in your handbags anymore, as demonstrated to us a while ago by her Royal Stupidness "Paris Hilton" Yip, the newest place to carry your furry lil friends around in now, seems to be your bra, too bad Paris didnt come up with it first though, coz its getting ALOT of attention... seems shes losing her touch... and not only her panties... as usual...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393705-8562859672127251099?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/8562859672127251099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=8562859672127251099' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/8562859672127251099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/8562859672127251099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2007/02/so-hot-right-now.html' title='So Hot Right Now......'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RcxZmIi13FI/AAAAAAAAAMA/RJbAhA2fGKo/s72-c/doggy.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-1380888384514680929</id><published>2007-02-08T14:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:12:10.534+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Always Have Protection!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RcsT64i13BI/AAAAAAAAALc/adO8mbzSuGM/s1600-h/condoms.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029135311221152786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RcsT64i13BI/AAAAAAAAALc/adO8mbzSuGM/s320/condoms.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;When Mommy said "always use protection" I dont think this is what she meant!! But I gotta give it to these chicks, they know how to design, could get contracts for Gucci or Dolce &amp;amp; Gabbana! teehee! Guys, get your chick one of these dresses, it'll avoid that ring in your wallet that a condom tends to make that spells out "Desperate" and "i havent been laid for so long theres a ring in my wallet" haha! Wonder if these girls are virgins!? BWHAHAHAHA! Ok I didnt take my medication today, gonna shut it before I say something stupid. Out.&lt;/span&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/32393705-1380888384514680929?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/1380888384514680929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=1380888384514680929' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/1380888384514680929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/1380888384514680929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2007/02/always-have-protection.html' title='Always Have Protection!'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RcsT64i13BI/AAAAAAAAALc/adO8mbzSuGM/s72-c/condoms.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-1896870226414539245</id><published>2007-02-07T09:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:12:10.542+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What Are Friends For......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RcmLyvqK_JI/AAAAAAAAAK0/KbiPWN8DgEk/s1600-h/skidmark.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028704162838936722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RcmLyvqK_JI/AAAAAAAAAK0/KbiPWN8DgEk/s400/skidmark.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yeah, coz when you actually think about it "what are friends for?" Me personally, I'd be a little miff with a friend if he did that, but only for a little while, coz in the long run, its these kinda things that make the good memories.... How boring would life be if you never had any embarasing moments with friends? It would be D-U-L-L... So heres my chance to thank my friends; Thank you for not telling me that the toilet paper was stuck on my shoe untill I got onto the dancefloor that one time, Thank you for laughing "with" me, and not "at" me whenever I do something totally silly! Thank you for only telling me I have lipstick on my teeth, &lt;strong&gt;after&lt;/strong&gt; I have spoken to a really cute guy and given him my best colgate smile... thank you... for making my memories fond ones, and ones I can look back at, and laugh my ass off at! Whats the worst thing your friends have ever let happen to you?&lt;/span&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/32393705-1896870226414539245?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/1896870226414539245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=1896870226414539245' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/1896870226414539245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/1896870226414539245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-are-friends-for.html' title='What Are Friends For......'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RcmLyvqK_JI/AAAAAAAAAK0/KbiPWN8DgEk/s72-c/skidmark.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-4349108290494713437</id><published>2007-02-06T09:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:12:10.656+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/Rcg0XPqK_HI/AAAAAAAAAKg/EfF5ZH7pJEs/s1600-h/Fish%20Break%20up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028326557904206962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/Rcg0XPqK_HI/AAAAAAAAAKg/EfF5ZH7pJEs/s400/Fish%2520Break%2520up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Some guys are just such assholes.... I mean, what in the world gives you the right to go to the cinema complex that you and me always wathced movies together to?, rather drive like 100km's out to the next one, and who do you think you are by going to the grocery shop that youve been going to for the last 10 years, what AUDACITY do you have to actually be there when I am there doing MY shopping!!! What kind of jerk are you! Have you no dignity!?!?!... Lol. Some girls need to get over themselves.... REALLY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;(For those of you who really have NO brain at all, I was using a thing called SARCASM...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393705-4349108290494713437?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/4349108290494713437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=4349108290494713437' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/4349108290494713437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/4349108290494713437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2007/02/whatever.html' title='Whatever!'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/Rcg0XPqK_HI/AAAAAAAAAKg/EfF5ZH7pJEs/s72-c/Fish%2520Break%2520up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-2043294418200610916</id><published>2007-02-05T10:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:12:10.805+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Is Almost In The Air...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RcbnvPqK_EI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/z1JRRQubuDM/s1600-h/valenine111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027960832849017922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RcbnvPqK_EI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/z1JRRQubuDM/s320/valenine111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Just a few more days for valentines day... I know many people hate this day, and feel that its overrated and mostly just for advertising purposes, I agree on a 50% basis, why do you need ONE day to show the person you love how much you love them? why not everyday?? But then again, its nice to have that ONE day a year to get spoilt extra rotten! Good luck to all the single peeps out there! And good luck to all the cassanovas and babes who are gonna have a trail of stalkers on their cases, time to get out those restraining orders again! hope you make it through!! Always remember;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"I love you" is an 8 letter phrase, but then again... so is "Bullshit"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393705-2043294418200610916?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/2043294418200610916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=2043294418200610916' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/2043294418200610916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/2043294418200610916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2007/02/love-is-almost-in-air.html' title='Love Is Almost In The Air...'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RcbnvPqK_EI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/z1JRRQubuDM/s72-c/valenine111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-8740271888880000315</id><published>2007-02-01T10:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:12:10.945+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby = Publicity/Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026481152288445378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RcGl-gBZU8I/AAAAAAAAAI8/JJpWw1Z_0sU/s320/Madonna_LittleFaults_013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have no problem with celebrities adopting babies from Africa, I mean, theyre helping out alot with the poverty and sh!t thats going on in this country, but I cant help but question their motives... I mean, they barely have enough time to look after their own kids, with their hectic schedules and whatnot? Angelina Jolie has always been weird, so I wouldnt even put it past her to do something like that, but now, all of sudden all of them are following? So Madge knows shes getting a bit old, and her "has been" status is approaching, and like it wasnt enough for her to make those freakishly gross music videos with those leotards or whatever the hell she calls them (I dont know how men think thats hot) I admit the woman looks good for her age, but still...I'm sure most of this is for publicity. I cant think of any other reason. Even the adopted babies are just handed down to the nannies anyway, so what the fook? I appreciate that they are helping the kids, giving them better lives and futures, but I cant help but wonder if its for the right reasons.... Maybe its just me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393705-8740271888880000315?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/8740271888880000315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=8740271888880000315' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/8740271888880000315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/8740271888880000315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2007/02/baby-publicityjoy.html' title='Baby = Publicity/Joy'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RcGl-gBZU8I/AAAAAAAAAI8/JJpWw1Z_0sU/s72-c/Madonna_LittleFaults_013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-6369562292454248142</id><published>2007-01-30T09:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:12:11.146+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Would You Still Love Me?......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/Rb74JABZU5I/AAAAAAAAAIU/GqHl4p3oVkw/s1600-h/better.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025727067700417426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/Rb74JABZU5I/AAAAAAAAAIU/GqHl4p3oVkw/s320/better.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Times have changed alot....but I'm sure I dont have to tell you guys that. Nothing is what it used to be, especially sex. It used to be something sacred, but now, its like a hobby?? Usually, you would learn to know the person, THEN you would have sex, after you felt like you could truelly trust the person, and he/she meant that much to you, NOW you want to have sex first, to find out if its worth getting to know the person? Which in my opinion is sooo wrong! Offcourse the sex isnt going to be good if you guys have only known eachother for ONE damn night!!! theres no feelings/passion in it! its just a shag! What are your views on it? Do you think its ok to sleep around? And if the girl/guy you were sleeping with, would you leave them coz they were bad at it, or would you work at it, coz they had a real nice personality?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;(Pic taken from PostSecret)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393705-6369562292454248142?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/6369562292454248142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=6369562292454248142' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/6369562292454248142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/6369562292454248142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2007/01/would-you-still-love-me.html' title='Would You Still Love Me?......'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/Rb74JABZU5I/AAAAAAAAAIU/GqHl4p3oVkw/s72-c/better.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-5738515581359819145</id><published>2007-01-29T08:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:12:11.889+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Without Friends....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/Rb2Y0QBZU4I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ouKCWTDpwqY/s1600-h/SSA4270989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025340782636782466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/Rb2Y0QBZU4I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ouKCWTDpwqY/s320/SSA4270989.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;There are times in ones life, when you really sit back, think of what you have in life, and truelly appreciate it, this weekend was one such time for me. Me and my friends visit alot, but this weekend was really nice, and we had such a great time. The men had a lekka "braai" while the girls caught up on gossip. Later on all of us got into the jacuzzi, and played some drinking games, however, Tasha had to go to the bathroom, and when she got out, she slipped and fell, and bumped her head really hard!!! Being the great, caring and considerate friend that I am, I nearly pissed myself laughing! Because she also laughed at first, but then she realized what happened, and started crying! But I still couldnt get it the whole picture out of my head, and while all the other girls were fussing over her, I couldnt stop laughing, I REALLY honestly couldnt.... and I felt so bad, coz me and her have been friends the longest.....and I was the one laughing. But she did forgive me....luckily! I love you Tash! Hope your ok koeks!!! Mwah Mwah!! (Still giggling)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/Rb2VBQBZUzI/AAAAAAAAAHA/cJLpnmTN5iQ/s1600-h/SSA42718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025336607928570674" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" height="208" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/Rb2VBQBZUzI/AAAAAAAAAHA/cJLpnmTN5iQ/s320/SSA42718.JPG" width="206" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/Rb2W3wBZU1I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/133o_G0JMRg/s1600-h/SSA42710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025338643743069010" style="WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" height="204" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/Rb2W3wBZU1I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/133o_G0JMRg/s320/SSA42710.JPG" width="290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/Rb2YDwBZU2I/AAAAAAAAAHY/lQxbPyTP6zQ/s1600-h/SSA42725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025339949413127010" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" height="190" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/Rb2YDwBZU2I/AAAAAAAAAHY/lQxbPyTP6zQ/s320/SSA42725.JPG" width="178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/Rb2YXQBZU3I/AAAAAAAAAHg/qFuUncsGWC8/s1600-h/SSA42726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025340284420576114" style="WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" height="218" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/Rb2YXQBZU3I/AAAAAAAAAHg/qFuUncsGWC8/s320/SSA42726.JPG" width="234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393705-5738515581359819145?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/5738515581359819145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=5738515581359819145' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/5738515581359819145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/5738515581359819145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2007/01/life-without-friends.html' title='Life Without Friends....'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/Rb2Y0QBZU4I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ouKCWTDpwqY/s72-c/SSA4270989.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-7032797778561644270</id><published>2007-01-26T08:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:12:12.183+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bite Me!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/Rbmd6QBZUvI/AAAAAAAAAGc/FcJfS--MX_g/s1600-h/image0011.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024220483367293682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/Rbmd6QBZUvI/AAAAAAAAAGc/FcJfS--MX_g/s400/image0011.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer is great, I love it, nothing better than having the sun shine down on your bare shoulders, absorbing the heat, lazin around by the pool, chilling with your friends.... But then night time comes..... First of all, its so damn hot you cant sleep, even if you take the covers off, its just too hot! But when you get lucky enough, and you eventually do fall asleep, it comes... you hear it.... first its a faint little sound... but then you can hear it sneaking up on you zzzzzzZZZZZ! Damn mosquitos!! You attempt to whack the little bugger, but to no avail. I always end up hitting myself in the face a few times. And then the next morning you wake up, and your whole body is covered in mozzie bites, and these little pests dont seem to have any feelings whatsoever, cause they always seem to bite you in the most ridiculous uncomfortable places! They dont care!! Between your toes, on your arms...WHEREVER!!! I hate lathering myself with "peacefull sleep" every night... but you have to! Dont you guys just hate it!!! Sigh....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393705-7032797778561644270?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/7032797778561644270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=7032797778561644270' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/7032797778561644270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/7032797778561644270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2007/01/bite-me.html' title='Bite Me!!'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/Rbmd6QBZUvI/AAAAAAAAAGc/FcJfS--MX_g/s72-c/image0011.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-8889138686253413788</id><published>2007-01-24T15:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:12:12.505+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Good time to stop smoking....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RbdfXQBZUuI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/LGlfYn_GAzw/s1600-h/teto12.GIF"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023588762397528802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RbdfXQBZUuI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/LGlfYn_GAzw/s400/teto12.GIF" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(The ceiling in the area for smokers.....Hilarious)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I actually laughed when I read about the new laws for smoking... Its pathetic. Honestly. So now you wont be allowed to smoke in your OWN home, because it may be hazardous to your domestic worker, oh, and you cant smoke outside either, as it can be bad for the ppl walking past you... Poor innocent pedestrians ya'know. But they still allow people to drink, in their homes, and in public places, and then those people go out and get into their cars and kill MILLIONS!! Thats awesome. I'm just glad I've stopped smoking, dont have to put up with this shit, but if I was still a smoker, I would NOT have taken it lying down!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393705-8889138686253413788?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/8889138686253413788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=8889138686253413788' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/8889138686253413788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/8889138686253413788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2007/01/good-time-to-stop-smoking.html' title='Good time to stop smoking....'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RbdfXQBZUuI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/LGlfYn_GAzw/s72-c/teto12.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-2442807388099735184</id><published>2007-01-22T07:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:12:12.756+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My Guardian Angel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/Rf6GpH7VHjI/AAAAAAAAASw/oXcGtEwPGYw/s1600-h/pinkangel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043616673762188850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/Rf6GpH7VHjI/AAAAAAAAASw/oXcGtEwPGYw/s320/pinkangel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/Rf6Fu37VHiI/AAAAAAAAASo/wdW-M9bjizs/s1600-h/bleh.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RbRUgpd-j4I/AAAAAAAAAFU/5X_9w2wJ-DQ/s1600-h/pinkangel.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Yeah, so this was an ABSOLUTELTY sh!t weekend.... well, up untill Saturday night / Early Sunday morning that is. We were visiting by Tash, actually by her cousin, having a braai, really having a good time. But roundabout 23:30 Hennie had to drag me out there, coz I had too much wine. Meanwhile, my sister and one of my other friends had been phoning me the whole night as they were out clubbing, and they wanted me to come join them, and I kept saying no coz Hennie hates the whole club thing, but when we left by Tash I asked Hennie real nice if we could go join them "NO" he said abrubtly.... "Youre drunk anyway, and you cant even keep your eyes open, you were fast asleep a few minutes ago" I have noticed that when I get drunk, I am very brave, so I got all bitchy and naggy and "We always do what you wanna do!!" and he finally gave in. We got to the club, and when we got to the entrance the bouncer said sorry, I could go in, but Hennie couldnt, as he was wearing three quarter denims, and slops that he wore to the braai (nothing wrong with them, he looked much better than most of the ppl that they allow in there!!) the bouncer said I could go in though...yeah whatever, like I was gonna go in without my man... But I have to admit i was pissed, coz i knew Hennie was SO happy that he couldnt go in there...I phoned my sis and told her we couldnt get in, so they came out, tried to negotiate with the bouncer to let Hennie in, but he couldnt. He would get into trouble, blah blah blah. So my sis walked back with me to our car, and she begged me to stay, and i kept telling her to go back, and that I wasnt going without Hennie, after about 15 minutes of nagging her she finally went back in, trying to play on my feelings though, coz she had started crying! So me and Hennie got in the car and drove back.....while we were driving, Hennie had his hand on my leg, and I was busy sending Tash a sms, and suddenly I just felt a bang on the car, and it started speeding forward, making the most horrible sound I have ever heard in my life, the tyres were screeching, I just heard Hennie scream something, I cant even remember what he had said, but by the tone in his voice I knew that it wasnt good.... He grabbed the steering wheel and tried to get the car straight, and he tried the brakes, but nothing wanted to work! the car went out of control, and we headed straight for the ditch....I pushed myself back in the seat, because I wasnt wearing a seatbelt, and Hennie was trying to use his body to shield over mine... I could only mumble out the words "baby......baby" and a faint shriek.....and finally it stopped....all the while I was just waiting to die....I knew I was going to die....no question... even when the car finally stopped, I wondered if I was dead.... and why it felt the same as being alive? when suddenly I heard Hennie asking if i was ok... I just started crying! I felt like it was all my damn fault, coz i wanted to go there in the first place!! Apparantly, a guy drove into us, and when their car finally stopped after hitting into the barriers, the guy got out of the car, and tried to run away, as he was PISS drunk!!! Go figure! He told his wife to get in behind the steering wheel and act like she was driving, luckily, one of the witnesses was an off duty cop, and he saw the whole thing. It was a bad experience, but it has brought me and Hennie much closer, now I know when he says "I would die for you" he actually means it.....because he almost did....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393705-2442807388099735184?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/2442807388099735184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=2442807388099735184' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/2442807388099735184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/2442807388099735184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-guardian-angel.html' title='My Guardian Angel...'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/Rf6GpH7VHjI/AAAAAAAAASw/oXcGtEwPGYw/s72-c/pinkangel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-2186110947631433012</id><published>2007-01-19T10:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:12:13.180+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want To Play A Game.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RbCBGJd-jzI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dLM8MUmAvc4/s1600-h/00012713-643416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021655527138955058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RbCBGJd-jzI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dLM8MUmAvc4/s400/00012713-643416.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ohhhh HELL no mofo!!! .......That's what I'd like to tell him if he told me THOSE words... if only you could hey, but its not like you actually have a choice. Jigsaw's back.... I'm not gonna spoil the movie for those of you who havent had the chance of watching it yet, but if you still havent watched it coz you're doubting if its good or not, I'm encouraging you to get your asses to the cinemas as soon as humanly possible. This is the first time in MY life, that I've watched a trilogy, that was just as good, if not, better than the first movie, and the sequel was great aswell. I really didnt think they'd be able to do it again, but they did, you sit on the edge of your seat through the entire movie, and there is ANOTHER twist in the end of the movie.... Great stuff. Go see it guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RbCAS5d-jxI/AAAAAAAAAEI/cYxk0n7mK-I/s1600-h/00012729-710695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021654646670659346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RbCAS5d-jxI/AAAAAAAAAEI/cYxk0n7mK-I/s400/00012729-710695.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393705-2186110947631433012?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/2186110947631433012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=2186110947631433012' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/2186110947631433012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/2186110947631433012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-want-to-play-game.html' title='I Want To Play A Game.....'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RbCBGJd-jzI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dLM8MUmAvc4/s72-c/00012713-643416.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-2605303946629492086</id><published>2007-01-18T15:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:12:13.281+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Celeb Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/Ra97G5d-juI/AAAAAAAAADk/nuo5G5IEvCg/s1600-h/celebs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021367467977379554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/Ra97G5d-juI/AAAAAAAAADk/nuo5G5IEvCg/s400/celebs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Iiiiinteresting.......&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/32393705-2605303946629492086?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/2605303946629492086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=2605303946629492086' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/2605303946629492086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/2605303946629492086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2007/01/which-celeb-are-you.html' title='Which Celeb Are You?'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/Ra97G5d-juI/AAAAAAAAADk/nuo5G5IEvCg/s72-c/celebs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-8009217447647300887</id><published>2007-01-17T16:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:12:13.762+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Good To Be Back.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RcCKEQBZU7I/AAAAAAAAAIw/-p8_DLSkifU/s1600-h/SSA4240844.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/Ra4vmpd-jqI/AAAAAAAAAC4/lC6HIrrqkQ4/s1600-h/SSA42284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021002975577804450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/Ra4vmpd-jqI/AAAAAAAAAC4/lC6HIrrqkQ4/s320/SSA42284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Welcome to 2007 guys!! Sorry I havent been able to do a proper blog, only got back to work on the 12th. Had a great holiday, very relaxed and ready for the new year, I'm very excited about this year too, coz "7" is my lucky number.... so lets hope it lives up to that... teehee... Missed all of you alot, I think thats the main reason I couldnt wait to get back to work... so just know that all of you are loved... As Grem hasnt blogged about it yet, I just wanna let you guys know that the poor idiot almost lost his finger yesterday.... so send some sympathy cards, sure money would also be welcome. lol. Anyway... have a great one guys!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021009740151295666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/Ra41wZd-jrI/AAAAAAAAADI/aAuQZjFPrdo/s320/gse_multipart54440.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393705-8009217447647300887?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/8009217447647300887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=8009217447647300887' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/8009217447647300887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/8009217447647300887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2007/01/good-to-be-back.html' title='Good To Be Back.....'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/Ra4vmpd-jqI/AAAAAAAAAC4/lC6HIrrqkQ4/s72-c/SSA42284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-7579542372058000068</id><published>2007-01-15T08:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:12:13.898+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspirational......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/Raskj5d-jkI/AAAAAAAAACA/7-oAkqyyQys/s1600-h/brokensmiles.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020146408775126594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/Raskj5d-jkI/AAAAAAAAACA/7-oAkqyyQys/s320/brokensmiles.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Do or die, You'll never make me;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because the world, will never take my heart;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go and try, You'll never break me!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We want it all, we want to play this part;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wont explain, or say I'm sorry;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm unashamed, I'm gonna show my scar;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give a cheer, for all the broken;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listen here, because its who we are;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE DONT CARE!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393705-7579542372058000068?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/7579542372058000068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=7579542372058000068' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/7579542372058000068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/7579542372058000068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2007/01/do-blondes-have-more-fun.html' title='Inspirational......'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/Raskj5d-jkI/AAAAAAAAACA/7-oAkqyyQys/s72-c/brokensmiles.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-5462081245452870659</id><published>2006-12-15T09:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:12:14.196+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a great one guys!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RYJSKrqANAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/jHM-hPll0PI/s1600-h/image0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008656079060481026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RYJSKrqANAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/jHM-hPll0PI/s400/image0012.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/32393705-5462081245452870659?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/5462081245452870659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=5462081245452870659' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/5462081245452870659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/5462081245452870659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2006/12/have-great-one-guys.html' title='Have a great one guys!!'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RYJSKrqANAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/jHM-hPll0PI/s72-c/image0012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-7266361798156753039</id><published>2006-12-14T15:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:12:14.284+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RYFeOrqAM_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/DTNlroIcCA0/s1600-h/pinkfreak.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008387866942780402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RYFeOrqAM_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/DTNlroIcCA0/s320/pinkfreak.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I got tagged by Lee....... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;6 Weird Things About Me;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1.Everytime I get onto a plane, I HAVE to turn around in a full circle before I go in the door, I believe it brings me good luck. My friends say I'm crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2.My friends have told me that I have 6 different types of laughs, my mom once told me that I laugh like horse!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;3. I have to phone my 4 closest girlfriends everyday, otherwise it feels like something in my day is missing. Even if its only to say "hi" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;4. Sometimes I try to be somebody I'm not, and come off as a bitch... but its my way of protecting myself and my feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;5. When I was younger, I used to be the biggest tomboy in our neighbourhood, and swore I'd always be that way, now I'm an absolute Pink Freak... and love everything girly and it feels like I've betrayed myself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;6. I'm not easily grossed out by bugs and "goggos" but I will sure as hell shit myself if a beetle flies into me in the middle of the night, or when a beetle flies around in my room like a drunk driver hitting against all the walls, I wont be able to sleep comfortably untill I kill it as I have a fear that it will crawl into my head while I'm sleeping and lay eggs in my brain... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Thats it guys!! I'm tagging Gremlin... Sure to be an interesting read....&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/32393705-7266361798156753039?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/7266361798156753039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=7266361798156753039' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/7266361798156753039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/7266361798156753039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2006/12/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged....'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/RYFeOrqAM_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/DTNlroIcCA0/s72-c/pinkfreak.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-116591862649628450</id><published>2006-12-12T12:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T12:17:06.530+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dangerous Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7705/3540/1600/642436/imsodangerous.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7705/3540/320/544177/imsodangerous.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You get chicks that are dangerous, mainly because they have a black belt in Karate... but then you get other girls who are dangerous, purely coz they are STOOPID!!! Like my sister for example ....*Bless her silly soul*..... It amazes me though, coz she used to be sooo clever in school, I used to steal her books from the year before, and I copied all her homework assignments, and I passed.... by the skin of my ass, but hey, its something. Take last week for example, my mom asked her to cook for them, so she did... and I imagine she mustve thought she was Jamie Oliver (oh how wrong she was!) after about 10 minutes of cooking, she was yelling out of the kitchen, when I went to investigate, the oven had caught fire, dont know how.. really dont know... but what made me want to hit her over her head with a frying pan, was the fact that she wanted to throw water over everything, oil included!!! My dad later said that he was so glad I was there with her, otherwise when they got there the house wouldve burnt down.... which is true... How great it feels to be the youngest, but have all the brains.. hehe. Thanks for the food Lizzy, it was lekka. Sometimes when you love somebody, you hafta ignore the fact that the food is burnt, and just eat and smile!! Mwah my booh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393705-116591862649628450?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/116591862649628450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=116591862649628450' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/116591862649628450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/116591862649628450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2006/12/dangerous-girls.html' title='Dangerous Girls'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-116557466029979720</id><published>2006-12-08T12:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T12:44:20.333+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hip Hip Hooray, Im married and I'm Gay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7705/3540/1600/49584/gay1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7705/3540/320/893110/gay1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Gays all over the world are probably so busy making wedding plans right now... I know its been a month or more since theyve been able to get married, but I only felt like blogging about it now. I'm very glad for the gay people, I have a few gay friends that I love to death, One couple in particular have wanted to get married for some time now.. I dont know if its a sin or not, frankly I dont care either, its not my life... Many people have raged against the fact that gays are now allowed to get married.. I can understand why there is reason for concern (other than the fact that you have some old fashioned people out there who just hate gays for being gay) something that has crossed my overtime working mind, is how we are going to be able to repopulate the earth in a few years.... I mean, with all the men marrying men and woman marrying woman... where's the baby makin' gonna be at? Also.... because gays are now allowed to marry, when they do "adopt" kids, the children are going to grow up in a gay household, and its going to seem normal to them... and they too will turn out guy (not neccesarily, but just to prove my point) so in about 10 years half of the population will be gay.... artificial insemination will be as popular as Donald Trump's wig.... hmmm.... dont actually know where I'm going with all this... but I am really happy for them, just wanted to get that off my mind. What do you guys think about this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7705/3540/320/842110/gay2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393705-116557466029979720?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/116557466029979720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=116557466029979720' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/116557466029979720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/116557466029979720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2006/12/hip-hip-hooray-im-married-and-im-gay.html' title='Hip Hip Hooray, Im married and I&apos;m Gay!'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-116549856884754433</id><published>2006-12-07T15:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T15:36:08.883+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Say No To Fur.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7705/3540/320/555490/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Me and Juan-Marie were driving around the weekend (Ok actually I was driving looking for a bottlestore that was still open so I could buy a bottle of wine...hehe) and on our way back home, we drove past what we thought was a motorcycle accident, coz there was a motorbike in the middle of the street, and a bunch of people were hovering over what we thought was a body.. but with further inspection, I noticed it was actually a dog.. Naturally I tried to speed away from it, coz Juan-Marie is a huge animal lover, she has 11 dogs, so dont think im exaggerating, and when she sees things like this, it breaks her heart more than it does mine.. Hoping she hadnt seen it, I tried to make conversation.. but alas, she had seen exactly the same that I had, and therefore I was forced to turn around and go investigate the scene.. I didnt wanna go there and see a dead dog. When we drove past the scene to go park, the dog was laying in the road, with its tongue dangling out on the one side... It was a husky... most beautiful blue eyes.. luckily he was still alive. We got out and raced toward the crowd, immediately asking them if they had phoned vets to see if some were still open... one lady in particular was very "hush-hush" about the whole thing. Her daughter was sitting in the car sobbing, and she kept yelling at her to calm down.. we asked where the person was that bumped the dog, but the lady replied very abruptly that he had sped off.. After a few minutes, trying to figure out what we were going to do, the lady asked 2 of the guys that were standing there to load the dog into her car, Juan-Marie asked if she could drive with him in the backseat, to check that he was ok, but the lady declined.. which was very suspicious, me and her later came to the conclusion that it might be that B!tch that had run over the poor dog!  Nonetheless, he did look fine so we werent that worried. I feel so bad for animals that have no rights... that have to be tested in labs, for make up and perfumes and whatnot. And for the poor animals that get shaved to be some fashion accesory for 1 month and then forgotten about and left in the back of the closet.... Its really so farken sad when you think about it! ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393705-116549856884754433?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/116549856884754433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=116549856884754433' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/116549856884754433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/116549856884754433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2006/12/say-no-to-fur.html' title='Say No To Fur.......'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-116541623116085034</id><published>2006-12-06T16:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T16:43:51.193+02:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want for Christmas....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7705/3540/1600/855223/santa-sarah1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7705/3540/400/318822/santa-sarah1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393705-116541623116085034?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/116541623116085034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=116541623116085034' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/116541623116085034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/116541623116085034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2006/12/all-i-want-for-christmas.html' title='All I want for Christmas....'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-116531379783305848</id><published>2006-12-05T12:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T12:16:37.870+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Superskinny is the new Skinny....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7705/3540/1600/150021/bulemia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7705/3540/200/537632/bulemia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I have experienced it a few times that you open a glossy mag, and you read that curves are back, with the likes of Beyonce, or Kate Winslet, Sophie Dahl etc. etc. but fast forward less than a year, and most of them (all but Beyonce) have joined the lollipop brigade! I dont know if its just me, but I think it looks disgusting and gross how some of these woman torture themselves to be ultra skinny... surely guys dont like this? How could they? I'm sure many of them get poked at night when they lay next to these toothpicks! There is absolutely NOTHING to hold onto, or cuddle with... and it looks horrible when these girls walk around on the catwalk or on the beach with the bones protruding out from all over.... looks like the dead are walking the earth....NO MAN.....!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393705-116531379783305848?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/116531379783305848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=116531379783305848' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/116531379783305848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/116531379783305848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2006/12/superskinny-is-new-skinny.html' title='Superskinny is the new Skinny....'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-116521325060906431</id><published>2006-12-04T08:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T14:35:19.836+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta Love It.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7705/3540/1600/589443/image6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7705/3540/320/481098/image6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Somewhere between all our Laughs, Long Talks, Stupid Little Fights and all our Jokes.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I fell INLOVE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393705-116521325060906431?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/116521325060906431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=116521325060906431' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/116521325060906431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/116521325060906431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2006/12/gotta-love-it.html' title='Gotta Love It.....'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-116488306350762245</id><published>2006-11-30T12:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T12:37:43.540+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolution To What?.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7705/3540/1600/713812/CoolAds_51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" height="206" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7705/3540/400/734787/CoolAds_51.jpg" width="354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yip, its about that time of year again... people all over are making up their lists for their new years resolutions.. The whole thing is quite stupid to me... why do you need to make a list about what you want to stop doing.. why not just do it? By making the list, everybody knows about all the stuff you've sworn off, and will keep reminding you that you're never gonna be able to do it, demotivating the crap out of you.. and anyway, why wait till a new year starts.. there is no better time than the PRESENT.... but what is understandable is the fact that we are all only human... so were allowed to be stupid every once in a while. I'd like to stop smoking, what would be the top 3 on your lists?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393705-116488306350762245?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/116488306350762245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=116488306350762245' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/116488306350762245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/116488306350762245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2006/11/resolution-to-what.html' title='Resolution To What?.......'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-116470294038367164</id><published>2006-11-28T10:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T10:35:40.433+02:00</updated><title type='text'>HaPpiNeSs....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/1600/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/320/heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Happiness is waking up beside you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;its all the little things that you do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;like the way you smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;the way you look at me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;these things make living worthwhile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;these things make me happy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;the way you gently stroke my face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;at any time or place,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;or when you kiss my forehead,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;and the cute things you've said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Happiness is knowing you're mine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;and you'll be there for me all the time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;and that you love me too,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;just as much as I love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Happiness is seeing your face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;making my heart beat at a faster pace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Happiness is something true,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Happiness is.....well....YOU...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393705-116470294038367164?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/116470294038367164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=116470294038367164' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/116470294038367164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/116470294038367164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2006/11/happiness.html' title='HaPpiNeSs....'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-116426461712511115</id><published>2006-11-23T08:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T08:50:17.186+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Till Cheating do us part....</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7705/3540/320/569877/marriage.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Marriage is such a beautiful thing... but more and more people are doing it for all the wrong reasons.. which is such a pity if you think about it.. I have been dreaming about my wedding since I was a little girl... I know EXACTLY what everything is gonna look like, and Im sure all women had that same dream as little girls.. but each day you hear about people who havent even been married for a year, then they get caught cheating... marriage is supposed to be sacred... If you marry somebody, you have made a commitment to stay loyal to that person... If you feel that you HAVE to cheat atleast do it before you get married, to avoid causing too much pain afterwards... you shouldnt actually cheat at all, but yeah, were only human... Most people say that they cheated, because they just wanted to make sure that they were making the right decision before they "tied the knot" Let me get one thing straight here... The moment you say "yes, I will marry you" you have made the right decision... you have decided that you love that person, and only want to be with him/her for the rest of your life... If you had doubt, you shouldve said, "lemme think about it".... but you said "yes" ok... kapish.... am I getting through to you here....?? If it were to happen that you got married one day, and you caught your spouse cheating... what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393705-116426461712511115?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/116426461712511115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=116426461712511115' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/116426461712511115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/116426461712511115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2006/11/till-cheating-do-us-part.html' title='Till Cheating do us part....'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-116417749287180844</id><published>2006-11-22T08:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T14:44:44.903+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotion....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/1600/1123668.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/320/1123668.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Emotion has an expiry date... and it seems as though mine is almost done...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I dont feel anything..... Im emotionally numb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I blame you mostly, youre behind it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Youre behind my heartache, youre behind my fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I used to be full of smiles... I havent had any, for a while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;My eyes were bright and used to shine, but all that faded aswell, in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The worst is you dont even know this, youre living your life in perfect bliss....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;Specially written for D.J who will never get to read it... asshole&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/32393705-116417749287180844?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/116417749287180844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=116417749287180844' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/116417749287180844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/116417749287180844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2006/11/emotion.html' title='Emotion....'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-116409617520033431</id><published>2006-11-21T09:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T10:02:55.236+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifes Lessons....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7705/3540/1600/462966/lessonlearned.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="113" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7705/3540/400/118801/lessonlearned.gif" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All through our lives we get little tests.... Like when youre a little kid, and its the day before your birthday.. and you KNOW your prezzies are in your parents room, hidden in one of the cupboards... but you KNOW you cant look... but you so badly want to.. but as you get older, the tests get more difficult.. Ive been finding it hard to figure out these tests.... and the lessons that have to be learned from them, I dont get the concept at all... You think youre making the right choice, when in the end it just comes back and kicks ya in the ass! If "life" itself was a test, Id sure as hell fail it.... no chance there for me.... even if they converted my points to lower grade.... Oh what the hell am I babbling about! Sh!t.... SHuT up SaM~!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393705-116409617520033431?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/116409617520033431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=116409617520033431' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/116409617520033431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/116409617520033431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2006/11/lifes-lessons.html' title='Lifes Lessons....'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-116375593079598277</id><published>2006-11-17T11:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T11:32:10.826+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/1600/blogskincopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 357px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="218" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/320/blogskincopy.jpg" width="389" 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/32393705-116375593079598277?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/116375593079598277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=116375593079598277' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/116375593079598277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/116375593079598277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-happened.html' title='What happened....'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-116368420241723665</id><published>2006-11-16T15:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T15:36:42.450+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you wanna be when you grow up?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/1600/0129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/320/0129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;When I was younger, I always dreamt of being a Vet... I even had plans of opening up a hotel for dogs, with their own individual "hotel rooms" for when their owners went away... sadly I changed my mind after losing one too many dogs that I loved, my last one being "snoopy" the most beautiful Cocker Spaniel who died last year, at the age of 15 years.... he shared everything with me.... It was like he was my guardian angel.... waited with me till I turned 21, and then God took him... Anyway, I couldnt see myself having a life where I would have to put out sick animals.. I dont have the heart. Another life long dream of mine was to become an Archeologist.. that dream was also dashed when my teacher told me my Marks in school are looking so bad that the only place I'll be able to dig one day will be in my backyard...hehe... Im happy at my job that I have at the moment... its not my dream job, but I have realised that many people havent got the jobs they always dreamt of... What was your dream job?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393705-116368420241723665?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/116368420241723665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=116368420241723665' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/116368420241723665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/116368420241723665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-do-you-wanna-be-when-you-grow-up.html' title='What do you wanna be when you grow up?'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-116359591925890382</id><published>2006-11-15T13:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T15:14:19.186+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gru"uuuuuuuuuuu"dge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/1600/thegrudge2_releaseposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/320/thegrudge2_releaseposter.jpg" width="134" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Watched it with Hennie yesterday..... The storyline itself is stupid, but the scary parts in the movie make you jump out of your seat!! Im a horror movie freak, and I love anything scary, Hennie however (bless his chickenshit little soul) HATES scary movies.... I felt sorry for the guy infront of us, as he got a kick in his back with every single scary part.... The atmosphere with the other movie - goers was great.. .as everybody screamed together with all the scary parts, and laughed at eachother when they saw the person next to them jumped higher. I wouldnt recommend this movie to people that like stories with a message in it... coz this movie was just plain "deurmekaar" however, if you like thrillers, that make you sit on the edge of your seat, and want to cover your face with your hand but still peak through.... watch it.... really...take a brave friend!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/1600/takako_fuji7-th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px" height="94" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/320/takako_fuji7-th.jpg" width="75" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/1600/thegrudge2_eye2-thii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px" height="96" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/320/thegrudge2_eye2-thii.jpg" width="75" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/1600/thegrudge2a-thpolk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" height="101" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/320/thegrudge2a-thpolk.jpg" width="111" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/1600/thegrudge2a-thpolk.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/1600/takako_fuji7-th.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/1600/takako_fuji7-th.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/1600/takako_fuji7-th.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393705-116359591925890382?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/116359591925890382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=116359591925890382' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/116359591925890382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/116359591925890382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2006/11/gruuuuuuuuuuuudge.html' title='The Gru&quot;uuuuuuuuuuu&quot;dge'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-116357189131521765</id><published>2006-11-15T08:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T15:11:17.236+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont Drink and Drive.....PLEASE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/1600/nadiavsbella_round1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" height="164" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/320/nadiavsbella_round1.jpg" width="254" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I went to a party and remembered what you said, You told me not to drink Mom, so I had sprite instead, I felt proud of myself, the way you said I would, That I didn't drink and drive though some friends said I should, I made a healthy choice and your advice to me was right, As the party finally ended and the kids drove out of sight, I got into my car, sure to get home in one piece, I never knew what was comming, Mom something I expected least, Now I am laying on the pavement and I hear the policeman say"The kid that caused this wreck was drunk", Mom his voice seems so far away, My own blood is all around me, as I try hard not to cry, I can hear the paramedic say, "this girl is going to die, I am sure the guy had no idea while he was flying high, That because he chose to drink and drive, now I would have to die, So why do people do it Mom? Knowing that it ruins lives, And now the pain is cutting me, like a hundred stabbing knives, Tell sister not to be afraid, Mom tell Daddy to be brave, And when I go to heaven, put "Daddy's Girl" on my graveSomeone should've taught him it's wrong to drink and driveMaybe if his parents had, I'd still be alive, My breath is getting shorter, Mom I am getting scared, These are my final moments, I am so unprepared, I wish that you could hold me Mom, as I lay here and die I wish that I could say "I Love You Mom"So that's it "I Love You, Goodbye" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393705-116357189131521765?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/116357189131521765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=116357189131521765' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/116357189131521765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/116357189131521765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2006/11/dont-drink-and-driveplease.html' title='Dont Drink and Drive.....PLEASE...'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-116342869394749429</id><published>2006-11-13T16:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:38:13.980+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate Loving you........</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/1600/give%20you%20my%20heart.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/320/give%20you%20my%20heart.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I dont get why people fall inlove with somebody who doesnt feel the same.... Is this natures way of torturing us? By rubbing it in our faces that things with that person will never work out, even though we KNOW so well that we could be that persons perfect partner...  Its just a slap in the face for me..... Ive seen it happen too many times not to notice it... How can something that feels soooo right be soooo wrong.... You love that person with everything you have.. and they dont notice you? WHY? Its all very vague to me...... and unfair, and selfish, and discriminating, and... and... WRONG!! The last time I went through this was in primary school... but i have been faced with it many times this year... I have friends who fall for all the wrong men... who get broken hearts more often than they change their panties.... Would you guys pursue somebody who didnt feel the same about you.... even though it meant that it would lead to you stalking them (heehee) or would you let bygones be bygones...  how is it, that somebody that you love soooo much can break your heart... but you still love them with every BROKEN piece?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393705-116342869394749429?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/116342869394749429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=116342869394749429' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/116342869394749429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/116342869394749429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-hate-loving-you.html' title='I Hate Loving you........'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-116307977213754164</id><published>2006-11-09T15:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:42:52.166+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Speak up..Shout out....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/1600/aguilera.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/320/aguilera.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Me and some friends were visiting earlier this week, when we started discussing the state that South-Africa was in today.... and as most of you guys guessed, it was a damn scary topic. Yesterday a colleauge who works with me, showed me a article in the newspaper, of a 6 week old puppy that had been raped.... a PUPPY for crying out loud!! What kind of sick monster rapes a puppy..... Its starting to get ridiculous... We started talking about what we would do if we were raped or hi-jacked.... and all of a sudden it turned into a huge debate... Juan-Marie said that, she read somewhere, if a man tries to rape you, all you should do, is grab him between the balls and squeeze as hard as you possibly can... and try to get away... but I pointed out to her, that there could be more than one, and what do you do in a situation such as that one... She replied that she would just give herself over... and lay there, and obey all their instructions... she thought that this would be a way to ensure that she gets out of the situation alive... me however.. NOT A F*CK!! That is one thing I will never do! And this is the reason why my mother also prays that I am never involved in either a hi-jacking or rape scenario... I have spoken to her about this, and told her, that IF it should happen that one day I get killed in a situation like that, she doesnt have to worry that I wimpered and cried like a baby (she does'nt like me talking about it and always tries to change the subject) I will fight for my life, and my livelyhood... I wont just lay there like Juan-Marie would... even though it is the safest thing to do... but that just isnt me. I will go down, knowing that I have fought for what I believe in.. I wont hand over something that I have been paying my ass off on (eg: car) just because these cowards are holding a gun to my head, no SIR! I will fight, and if I die in the process, atleast I know I will have died in pride... and knowing that I fought to stay alive, and not just giving in to the bastards.... What would you guys do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393705-116307977213754164?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/116307977213754164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=116307977213754164' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/116307977213754164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/116307977213754164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2006/11/speak-upshout-out.html' title='Speak up..Shout out....'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-116297444283977219</id><published>2006-11-08T09:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T10:27:22.866+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Life without Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/1600/SSA41424.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" height="147" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/200/SSA41424.jpg" width="162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/1600/SSA41479.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" height="135" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/200/SSA41479.2.jpg" width="148" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/1600/Me%20and%20my%20babe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/200/Me%20and%20my%20babe.jpg" width="198" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;In my most HONEST opinion, I think that without a bit of love in this world... Life would be a    *B!tCh* I know there are still a few people out there who are single, my advice to you is "hang on" all good things in life are worth waiting for.. but for those ones that have love... cherish it. I cant imagine my life without having that special person that you share everything with. When you're having a bad day, and suddenly that person calls, and everything just seems sooo much better... you feel reassured.. Or when it rains on the weekend.... Theres nothing better than staying in, under the duvet, nice hot bowl of popcorn, and nestling your head into your guys neck... Even when you go to the movies... just to hold eachothers hands while watching...  Late night chats before going to bed.... cuddling for a few extra minutes before you have to get up.. being eachothers pillars of strength in times of need... being BEST friends... being soulmates.. being everything you can be to that person and more... Soft kisses in the rain *sigh*... Love is beautiful.....really.... It is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/1600/SSA41414.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" height="251" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/320/SSA41414.1.jpg" width="238" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/1600/tertius%20en%20z.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" height="160" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/200/tertius%20en%20z.jpg" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/1600/new%20063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" height="161" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/200/new%20063.jpg" width="201" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393705-116297444283977219?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/116297444283977219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=116297444283977219' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/116297444283977219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/116297444283977219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2006/11/life-without-love.html' title='Life without Love'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-116288112134139955</id><published>2006-11-07T08:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T08:32:01.370+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh I wish I was a PuNkRoCkEr!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/320/rockskull4hr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yeah Yeah, its a real ooold song now already, but I love that song...... I feel like a hippy everytime I hear it..... Strange that.... that a song can make you lose all your inhibitions... Sandie Thom rocks! I wonder if she was high when she wrote it..... (heehee) Im not saying all people have to be high when they write songs, i was simply questioning the fact (and I know Naps is going to have something to argue about here again) I also like Fergies new song "London Bridge"..... What songs do you guys like? If you like music at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393705-116288112134139955?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/116288112134139955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=116288112134139955' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/116288112134139955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/116288112134139955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2006/11/oh-i-wish-i-was-punkrocker.html' title='Oh I wish I was a PuNkRoCkEr!'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-116279955086811506</id><published>2006-11-06T09:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T09:52:30.896+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Office Idiots</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/320/Brody--gallery-msg-115971570496.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I know for a fact I'm not the only one who hates them... these are the people at your work who have the big name positions, with the nice cars, all the perks, and the HUGE salaries!  Meanwhile, all the little co-workers, who do all their work for them, drive the regular cars, have ther regular "oh my gosh how am i gonna make it through the month" pay. I think this is VERY unfair... and I just wish somebody could do something to stop this.... I'm sure once all the little people leave, the company will crumble to pieces anyway, as the Big-Wigs dont have a clue whats going on anyways!!! What do  you guys think, do you think your work is fair toward you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393705-116279955086811506?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/116279955086811506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=116279955086811506' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/116279955086811506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/116279955086811506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2006/11/office-idiots.html' title='Office Idiots'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-116246240738863835</id><published>2006-11-02T11:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T12:15:44.486+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Wounded</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/1600/Sissy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/320/Sissy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Breathless in an oxygen filled world...My heart feels as though it may stop any second.. Your eyes linger in my mind..Your lips reveal your soul.. What is this feeling... My emotions toward you are so strong.. and it has an eager anticipation for your presence .... Sometimes, it even makes me feel sick.....Define sickness in a healthy body; Clouds of mist hang over my heart, fog surrounds my lungs....whilst pain strikes at my head.. like thunder strikes at earth... my emotions keep grinding at eachother....should i follow my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!?!? My head tells me your soul is more desperate than mine, whilst my heart obsesses that I wouldnt be able to live without you.. though I'm sure I could.... I need to break free from my feelings... I need to be my own individual... I need to be ... ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393705-116246240738863835?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/116246240738863835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=116246240738863835' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/116246240738863835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/116246240738863835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2006/11/wounded.html' title='Wounded'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-116244932684225305</id><published>2006-11-02T08:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T08:40:56.500+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Accepting X-mas gifts as of TODAY......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/1600/msndollzu_1318624991.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/200/msndollzu_1318624991.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/1600/pink%20car(1).2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" height="116" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/200/pink%20car%281%29.0.jpg" width="138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yip yip yip...... Its that time of year again.... 52 days left for christmas guys, and I'd just like to let y'all know that I will be accepting gifts as of today... so feel free to start sending them kk!? For those of you that dont know me THAT well, Ill give you a few ideas... Anything thats pink is cool, I dont like expensive gifts (Ill make an exception for the Audi on the left) I like little gifts, that are hidden, and wrapped up in funny shapes and sizes... hehe.. Im really the most excited person when it comes to Christmas, my friends always give me flack about it!! Especially when all the lights and decorations go up in the shops.....to me, its the one time in the year when people are loving, caring and friendly...it is true that the whole meaning of Christmas has been lost amongst all the advertising and crap... but me, I still know what I'm celebrating.. and Ill NEVER forget...... Oh well.... as for you guys, what would you like for Christmas, the sky is the limit.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393705-116244932684225305?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/116244932684225305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=116244932684225305' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/116244932684225305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/116244932684225305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2006/11/accepting-x-mas-gifts-as-of-today.html' title='Accepting X-mas gifts as of TODAY......'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-116237186681100274</id><published>2006-11-01T10:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T11:04:26.840+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Surrender to your love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/1600/logo9ix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/320/logo9ix.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel as though i have been sucked into a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tunnel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, my world is getting darker, deeper, stiller... What is wrong? I feel empty, like a hollow house, broken hearts, stolen dreams... My head spins, it spins round and round, faster and faster. Is there really light at the end of the tunnel? NO, there is no light at all!! The only light that you're able to see is blurred.. No hopes and dreams are found there... Disaster and Hate is more readily available... what did we do to deserve this... why do our hearts need to be slain... My breathing is getting....thick...like a huge cloud of fog...Visions of my past fly past me...like aggresive hurricanes....yet I feel no pain..I just sit there in sorrow, my poor heart must be made of steel... Why dont I love him?! My feelings seem to be trapped in a cage of deceit, my heart keeps telling me lies...I am not who i think i am..I have lost everything that was important to me..Now my only comfort is material possesions... How can a life be lived this way... My &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tunnel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; finally stops.......BUT WHERE......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/1600/vampshok.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px" height="241" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/200/vampshok.jpg" width="143" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/1600/vampshok.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393705-116237186681100274?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/116237186681100274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=116237186681100274' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/116237186681100274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/116237186681100274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2006/11/surrender-to-your-love.html' title='Surrender to your love'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-116227673128849857</id><published>2006-10-31T08:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T08:38:51.313+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/1600/happy%20halloween.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/320/happy%20halloween.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Would'nt say I believe in Halloween, but I like getting dressed up in funny costumes! Heehee! Heres wishing you all a happy, scary Halloween, hope you guys have great costumes, and get alot of Candy for all your effort... while were on the subject, does anybody know what Halloween is all about, coz im afraid I have no clue... yeah yeah, im silly ok! Live with it! and what does the pumpkin resemble? Put on those thinking caps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393705-116227673128849857?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/116227673128849857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=116227673128849857' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/116227673128849857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/116227673128849857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!!'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-116219158416864125</id><published>2006-10-30T08:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T09:32:56.743+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Tasha!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/1600/SSA4145412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" height="122" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/200/SSA4145412.jpg" width="182" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/1600/SSA41479.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px" height="146" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/200/SSA41479.1.jpg" width="155" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/1600/SSA41486.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" height="155" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/200/SSA41486.1.jpg" width="145" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/1600/SSA41454.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hehehe... Tash had her party on Saturday... and as always... we had a FANTASTIC time.. Anybody who knows me and my friends, know that were very young at heart, were like a bunch of toddlers!! Every party we have, needs to have a jumping castle ok! and NO, not for the young kiddies.... just for US!! (Its not the years that count, its what you do with them) I was stuck on my usual poison, and Tasha was sipping on her Amarula the whole night, later we moved onto Tequila.. we teamed up with the guys, and made Survivor teams, using the Jumping Castle as our Island!! WHAHAHAHA! Anyway, each team was given a full jug of water, and whoever came back from the course with the most water would win, and the losers would have to drink Tequila.. Im sure you guys can guess what happened... yip... the girls lost. Juan marie was up second, as she ran up the jumping castle she slipped and rolled down, when she gave it another try, se completely lost her grip and threw out all the water over her shirt!! haha!! Later on they thought it would be funny to shove her into the pool too!! Not a happy camper!! Other than that, it was really great and fantastic, and fun was had by all! Cant wait for the next party! Oh, and Cat, sorry 'bout bumping your head! (If you can even remember) It was REALLY an accident! !! Hehe, Viva Le Grunberger!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/1600/SSA41435.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/1600/SSA41485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="115" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/200/SSA41485.jpg" width="144" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/1600/SSA41433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="113" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/200/SSA41433.jpg" width="156" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/1600/SSA41460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" height="118" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/200/SSA41460.jpg" width="203" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/1600/SSA41433.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/1600/SSA41433.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393705-116219158416864125?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/116219158416864125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=116219158416864125' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/116219158416864125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/116219158416864125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-birthday-tasha.html' title='Happy Birthday Tasha!!!'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-116194359622141941</id><published>2006-10-27T11:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T13:13:41.326+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah I did!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/1600/ohnoudon.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" height="122" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/320/ohnoudon.gif" width="146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Had a girls night again yesterday.... man, I love these things... I love my girls! Always feel so much better after spending the night talkin' to them about ANYTHING and EVERYTING over a glass (or 4) of Grunberger, hehe! Hey! The wine relaxes me dammit! DONT JUDGE ME!! Anyhow, yesterday we were talking about how many guys weve kissed in our lives.. And MAN, was I embarrased! Debbie (the shy introvert one in the group) has had more or less 20 guys... most of them, she got when she was overseas for 2 years, apparantly the guys like chicks with accents there (Note to self: make a plan to have a trip overseas) Juan marie said more than 30.... and then I was way too embarrased to give up my number... Coz its really actually farken sad if you think about it! I have ONLY kissed 4 guys! in my entire 22 years on this shit hole! The girls said that i didnt have to feel bad, coz it was due to the fact that me and Hennie have been together for so long... but still.... I feel like a damn prude! How many have you guys kissed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393705-116194359622141941?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/116194359622141941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=116194359622141941' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/116194359622141941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/116194359622141941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2006/10/yeah-i-did.html' title='Yeah I did!'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-116185636102112122</id><published>2006-10-26T10:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T11:52:41.046+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Be my Baby.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/1600/Pic23281-21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/320/Pic23281-21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; Everywhere I go lately, its just damn pregnant ladies!! If they're not pregnant, they have the children in their arms, or in the stroller! Even in Hollywood, its like a new craze going around the farken world!! Dont get me wrong guys, I absolutely adore children... desperately want one of my own... but not right now though. I mean, look at Britney Spears, in the tabloids everyday because she doesnt know what shes doing with her kids, yet shes pregnant again... I mean, nobodies perfect, our mothers dropped us a few times too, but if you're famous, you hafta know your mommy-skills-shit in public ai'ght! LOL. Angelina and Brad, in my opinion, are going overboard with the adopting.... serioussly... Enough is enough! I'd like to have kiddies when I'm 26, I think thats a reasonable age... What do you guys think? If you are even gonna have kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393705-116185636102112122?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/116185636102112122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=116185636102112122' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/116185636102112122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/116185636102112122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2006/10/be-my-baby.html' title='Be my Baby.....'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-116167246278553976</id><published>2006-10-24T08:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T08:47:42.806+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna be in the in-crowd</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/320/levis.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Its all about labelling these days.... Gone are the good 'ol days when all you needed for appreciation was a great personality! GONE!! Now you feel inadequate if you dont have atleast ONE little expensive thing, that you paid through your ass for, and you know you're not even gonna f*$king use that much anyway! Coz you're too scared to use it, for fear of something happening to it, pathetic!!! really pathetic! Levi's, Soviet, True Religion, Louis Vuitton, Prada, Guess... All these things are the ultimate in fashion right now.... most chicks buy knock off's coz they cant afford the real deal... (and actually think they can get away with it, i mean HONESTLY gals!!) Why do you need a material thing to make you feel worthy? Thats just not what life is about! Be true to yourself! What is the most expensive thing you guys have bought and never used, simply to impress somebody?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393705-116167246278553976?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/116167246278553976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=116167246278553976' title='39 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/116167246278553976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/116167246278553976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-wanna-be-in-in-crowd.html' title='I wanna be in the in-crowd'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>39</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-116160071530636079</id><published>2006-10-23T12:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T12:51:55.330+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifes a Journey....Ry hom in sy MOER in!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/1600/image004441.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/320/image004441.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I had a hectic time the last 2 weeks... It was Hennie's brothers wedding on Saturday, and all my close friends know that Im a little shy, and paranoid when it comes to these family gatherings, I really dont know why actually, I have this theory that everytime I go somewhere all the people are talking about me, and that the things theyre saying is ALL bad... but I decided this time i was going to go and actually enjoy myself... Ive been reading a book "Battlefield of the Mind" explaining that everything were afraid of, and stress about, is all in the mind, and we control our own minds so we can make the worry go away.. and I tried it, and by GOLLY GAWSH! it worked!! (hehe) You only have one life right, why not enjoy it, live every single day to the absolute maximum! My dad always tells me, that I shouldnt feel bad when people are talking about me, its when the talking stops that I have to start worrying, coz then I'm not important anymore!  (Clever man my daddy) So thanks guys! The wedding was great! had a lovely time! Wish you were there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393705-116160071530636079?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/116160071530636079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=116160071530636079' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/116160071530636079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/116160071530636079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2006/10/lifes-journeyry-hom-in-sy-moer-in.html' title='Lifes a Journey....Ry hom in sy MOER in!'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-116118285848454888</id><published>2006-10-18T16:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T16:47:38.513+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Im bringing sexy back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/1600/pic154571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/320/pic154571.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sex appeal.... Everybody wishes they had it, but not many are confident enough to carry it around with themselves. Many people think that you have to be hot to have "sex appeal" but that is the biggest load of Crikey Ive heard since hearing that Michael Jackson actually thinks he looks hot with his new nose!! And you dont need to have the perfect body for it either. My mommy always taught me, instead of stressing too much over the things that you dont like about yourself, rather focus on the stuff that makes you stand out, soon you'll be looking at yourself in a whole new light! Anyways, why try to fit in when you were born to stand out? I dont like guys with "super" fit bodies, and abs, and huge muscles,  other girls do, but thats really not for me. When I look at a guy, the first thing I take notice of, is his eyes... I love a guy who has "deep" eyes... what do you guys look for, when checking out the opposite sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393705-116118285848454888?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/116118285848454888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=116118285848454888' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/116118285848454888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/116118285848454888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-bringing-sexy-back.html' title='Im bringing sexy back.'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-116106700583935497</id><published>2006-10-17T08:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T08:36:45.863+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheetah Cheerleader in Training...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/320/1196371.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Ok Im not gonna lie.... it was a real good game on Saturday, but the Blou Bulletjies still "skop gat" The Cheetahs have had a good season this year, and judging by the looks of it, it seems as though they're only going to get better, I was very disappointed that we had to share the Currie Cup, but hey, atleast we didnt lose. There's nothing better than that great feeling, of watching a rugby game on a Saturday, with all your friends, and having some biltong to snack on, as well as 'n lekka "dop" Im not THAT big of a rugby fan, but I'm starting to enjoy it more, next year I'm gonna be really into the game! Me and Debbie have decided that we are going to be "Blou Bul" supporters.. Mostly coz I like the colour blue and that song Steve Hofmeyer made for them isnt that bad (lol) I have also heard that they are one of the best teams, but in the same breath i was told its only because they steal all the other players off the other teams, nonetheless, I'll support them next year... Do you guys think they're a good team? If not, tell me, and tell me who I should be supporting instead, and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393705-116106700583935497?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/116106700583935497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=116106700583935497' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/116106700583935497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/116106700583935497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2006/10/cheetah-cheerleader-in-training.html' title='Cheetah Cheerleader in Training...'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-116073334300042178</id><published>2006-10-13T11:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:55:43.020+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaky Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/1600/killer.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/320/killer.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I love all things freaky! So you can imagine how excited i get when we have a few Friday the 13th's in the year! I like going all out.. one night me, Debs, Hennie, Lizzy and Nel even had a say-outs!! LOL... good times, good times! Anyways, the only problem though, is Hennie does'nt like the whole scary shit thing though, so I have a tough time persuading him to do these things with me. Tonight though, were gonna get a bunch of scary movies, and watch them, whether he wants to or not... (muahahahah - evil laugh) Im a freak I know, but thats why you guys love me! have a great weekend guys! Try to keep the drinking to a minimum, you dont want a killer chasing you while your drunk now do you? hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393705-116073334300042178?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/116073334300042178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=116073334300042178' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/116073334300042178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/116073334300042178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2006/10/freaky-friday.html' title='Freaky Friday'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-116064567917845854</id><published>2006-10-12T11:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T12:13:47.596+02:00</updated><title type='text'>To a Loyal Friend.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/1600/puppies.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="156" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/320/puppies.0.jpg" width="285" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;When I needed a friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;You were right there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;When I was in a time of need,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;You offered love and care,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I'm thanking you right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;For always havin' an ear to lend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I hope our friendship will only grow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;And that well be friends 2 the end!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;(A Poem for my great friend Gremlin, Thank-You)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc6600;"&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/32393705-116064567917845854?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/116064567917845854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=116064567917845854' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/116064567917845854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/116064567917845854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2006/10/to-loyal-friend.html' title='To a Loyal Friend.....'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393705.post-116055494892695774</id><published>2006-10-11T10:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T10:50:14.586+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What If..............</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/1600/SSA40932.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7705/3540/320/SSA40932.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What if we didnt meet that day?&lt;br /&gt;Would we meet along the way?&lt;br /&gt;Would fate lead us to eachother?&lt;br /&gt;Does destiny want us together?&lt;br /&gt;Would we meet somebody else?&lt;br /&gt;Somebody whose heart also dwells&lt;br /&gt;For the person that they need,&lt;br /&gt;but in finding them couldnt succeed.&lt;br /&gt;What if it wasnt meant to be?&lt;br /&gt;This relationship between you and me,&lt;br /&gt;Would it end with a terrible fate?&lt;br /&gt;And leave us both in a state?&lt;br /&gt;What if this were true?&lt;br /&gt;There was no me and you......?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wrote this poem for my babes.......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&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/32393705-116055494892695774?l=sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/feeds/116055494892695774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393705&amp;postID=116055494892695774' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/116055494892695774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393705/posts/default/116055494892695774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-girl-honey.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-if.html' title='What If..............'/><author><name>SaM-GiRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490387594928438241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yt2jXA7OqGc/R15inkS2USI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AOsClhbvdKs/S220/butterfly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry></feed>
