<?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-585149682682610914</id><updated>2012-02-17T03:22:01.120Z</updated><title type='text'>EmLah's Always Right</title><subtitle type='html'>My New Blog! some of you may recognise me from such blogs as Pink Munchkins and Rouge Bomadas or the very brief Sea Blue.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>130</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-3658897541184013528</id><published>2011-05-25T17:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T17:30:02.588+01:00</updated><title type='text'>its new phone time!</title><content type='html'>I am returned to my blog. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Yes it is a tech week &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Yes im not programming &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I finally got my new phone yesterday after long months of dealing with a constantly dying one. Some may call me silly for going with another motorola after the issues i had with the Dext. But the hardware issues were outweighed by the brilliant MOTOBLUR (predictive text capitalises it!) Software. Which meant when i logged into my account on my new phone ALL my contacts and accounts were waiting for me. Fucking fabulous! &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; This tech is awful the jumped up lecturer is a douche and the student ld is a disgrace to her teachers. The casts accents are so awful theyve given me a headache and the studio is BOILING!  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Peace out lovers x&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-3658897541184013528?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/3658897541184013528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=3658897541184013528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/3658897541184013528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/3658897541184013528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-new-phone-time.html' title='its new phone time!'/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-4458442832636481938</id><published>2011-05-15T21:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T21:53:47.576+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss my Dad.&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-4458442832636481938?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/4458442832636481938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=4458442832636481938' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/4458442832636481938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/4458442832636481938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-miss-my-dad.html' title=''/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-737604309039576265</id><published>2011-04-17T17:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T17:19:18.021+01:00</updated><title type='text'>PAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_OFwfmKApTZc/TasTA2NgqsI/AAAAAAAAAGE/VkuaG5O9Uk8/2011-04-17%2017.17.40.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_OFwfmKApTZc/TasTA2NgqsI/AAAAAAAAAGE/VkuaG5O9Uk8/s400/2011-04-17%2017.17.40.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;An advert from grandads coronation issue of the sunday graphic!&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-737604309039576265?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/737604309039576265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=737604309039576265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/737604309039576265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/737604309039576265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2011/04/pad_17.html' title='PAD'/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_OFwfmKApTZc/TasTA2NgqsI/AAAAAAAAAGE/VkuaG5O9Uk8/s72-c/2011-04-17%2017.17.40.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-8921795183155277419</id><published>2011-04-15T09:37:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T09:39:31.439+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Return of The 'Add Picture' Button.</title><content type='html'>somehow (fuck knows how) the picture button has returned to my blogger poster thingy on the website. so now i guess i can start working on PAD stuff, or i could just leave it on Flickr as i have commented on each one? i don't knoooow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-8921795183155277419?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/8921795183155277419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=8921795183155277419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/8921795183155277419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/8921795183155277419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2011/04/return-of-add-picture-button.html' title='The Return of The &apos;Add Picture&apos; Button.'/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-6498061324684002075</id><published>2011-04-15T09:13:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T09:13:51.500+01:00</updated><title type='text'>AW!</title><content type='html'>i wrote a MASSIVE post yesterday on my blogging app, and it ISN'T HERE!! how very tedious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-6498061324684002075?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/6498061324684002075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=6498061324684002075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/6498061324684002075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/6498061324684002075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2011/04/aw.html' title='AW!'/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-1151115423117809717</id><published>2011-04-12T14:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T14:20:45.439+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Once more into a tech dear friends</title><content type='html'>Well, another week another show. Its good so far, cant ask for anything more than the first half done in the first tech session! &lt;br/&gt; The show is View from the Bridge and, judging by the run i saw last week its going to be very frickin good. &lt;br/&gt; I downside is we've got a work experience boy here, and he is a serious techie boy. &lt;br/&gt; What i mean by techie boy is a kid who ALWAYS knows better than you, as far as he's concerned. Who already knows everything and more about technical theatre. Anjd i'm reasonably certain the young ones refuse to listen/accept your opinions if only because you are female. &lt;br/&gt; Now im not saying this kid is for sure a techie boy, he may well be nervous and just trying to show he knows stuff about our industry. &lt;br/&gt; I had a run in with one at uni, the thing with techie boys is they NEVER have any creative instinct, but are certain that they do. This run in ended with Brychan nearly knocking him out when he said "see ya later Bitch" to me, as i'd joked that as the LD/tech director for the show we were working on...he was my bitch. In standard techie boy form, he refused to admit someone might know more than him or be in a higher position. &lt;br/&gt; I think its the arrogance and know its the smug expressions that truly get my back up with these people (as im sure techie girls exist too). I mean this kid commented so disparagingly on the Strand 530 console (having never even used one) that i immediately pointed out all its good points and how without it we'd still be using switches and the desk his stage school have wouldnt even exist, and how i obviously disliked their desk. (Which i don't i think the EOS series is awesome.) &lt;br/&gt; These boys may well grow up, keep their knowledge but stop being such smug little twunts. I do very very much hope this is the case. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Anyways, peace n love n all that.&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-1151115423117809717?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/1151115423117809717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=1151115423117809717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/1151115423117809717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/1151115423117809717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2011/04/once-more-into-tech-dear-friends.html' title='Once more into a tech dear friends'/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-658263308310779829</id><published>2011-04-08T18:23:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T18:23:35.363+01:00</updated><title type='text'>PAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_OFwfmKApTZc/TZ9ElX7uNVI/AAAAAAAAAFg/CL1UwqZaUrU/2011-04-08%2018.22.10.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_OFwfmKApTZc/TZ9ElX7uNVI/AAAAAAAAAFg/CL1UwqZaUrU/s400/2011-04-08%2018.22.10.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This ladies and gents, is a Fresnel Patt 743. Or otherwise known... flappy barndoored-heavy-wanker. &lt;br/&gt; Nice light quality tho.&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-658263308310779829?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/658263308310779829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=658263308310779829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/658263308310779829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/658263308310779829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2011/04/pad_08.html' title='PAD'/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_OFwfmKApTZc/TZ9ElX7uNVI/AAAAAAAAAFg/CL1UwqZaUrU/s72-c/2011-04-08%2018.22.10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-6426942881825495412</id><published>2011-04-07T23:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T23:30:17.031+01:00</updated><title type='text'>PAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_OFwfmKApTZc/TZ4682ZT0JI/AAAAAAAAAFc/BxScc8CvZgU/2011-04-07%2019.26.09.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_OFwfmKApTZc/TZ4682ZT0JI/AAAAAAAAAFc/BxScc8CvZgU/s400/2011-04-07%2019.26.09.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The wonderous Strand LBX. Yes, that is a golf ball. No, its not a control for a Lego motorised toy.&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-6426942881825495412?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/6426942881825495412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=6426942881825495412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/6426942881825495412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/6426942881825495412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2011/04/pad.html' title='PAD'/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_OFwfmKApTZc/TZ4682ZT0JI/AAAAAAAAAFc/BxScc8CvZgU/s72-c/2011-04-07%2019.26.09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-1492713373252998182</id><published>2011-04-07T23:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T23:00:07.897+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoga</title><content type='html'>So, me, doing Yoga?! &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Mad right? The skinny girl who hardly ever exercises out of choice mostly because my job is pretty damn physical! But i figure that i can't rely on work for exercise, Show call is not condusive to fitness, too much sims on the sofa. &lt;br/&gt; So, this week while i've had the mornings free with Attempts work in the afternoon/evening i've been playing with Yoga. I found this great DVD; Yoga for Dummies, which is so very very like a spoof video that i enjoy watching it and I've so far done half an hour of Yoga the last 3 days. AND myself and chiropractor sarah are going to a class at LA fitness on sunday. &lt;br/&gt; So far (gosh every paragraph begins with So doesn't it?) I am enjoying it, i've been a little less stiff each afternoon, and i've done a few more of the 'Daily Dozen'   ending today with the full dozen performed before 11am! Woo! &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Lets see if i can keep this up! (Like the blogging) &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Nomasdae! (Fuck knows if thats how its spelt!).&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-1492713373252998182?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/1492713373252998182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=1492713373252998182' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/1492713373252998182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/1492713373252998182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2011/04/yoga.html' title='Yoga'/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-8774052951666413543</id><published>2011-04-06T23:06:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T23:06:59.087+01:00</updated><title type='text'>PAD thats blown it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_OFwfmKApTZc/TZzj_AhPyZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EY0ej91XSDg/2011-04-06%2014.19.40.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_OFwfmKApTZc/TZzj_AhPyZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EY0ej91XSDg/s400/2011-04-06%2014.19.40.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Here's todays Photo a Day, at some point i'll post a link to all the others i have taken, its always a battery issue at the end of the day that stops me posting these!&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-8774052951666413543?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/8774052951666413543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=8774052951666413543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/8774052951666413543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/8774052951666413543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2011/04/pad-thats-blown-it.html' title='PAD thats blown it!'/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_OFwfmKApTZc/TZzj_AhPyZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EY0ej91XSDg/s72-c/2011-04-06%2014.19.40.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-2924706239785608165</id><published>2011-04-06T19:18:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T19:18:51.980+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe...</title><content type='html'>...just maybe, one day when i say i'll keep up with my blog, ill keep up with it. &lt;br/&gt; I mean, i seem to have had a lot more to say when i was 18/19 than i do now at 25. &lt;br/&gt; Or is it merely that i'm now stupidly busy and pretty much live in a theatre? &lt;br/&gt; For example, this week I'm working 1pm til 10pm. My routine the last 2 days has been: &lt;br/&gt; 10am(ish) get-up and attempt some Yoga (more on that later) &lt;br/&gt; 11am(ish) shower, do random household chores washing up etc. &lt;br/&gt; 12pm eat, watch ground force whilst playing Sims. &lt;br/&gt; 1240pm leave for work. &lt;br/&gt; 11pm get home from work after consuming a fake beer in the bar (More on that later). Play some sims or watch TV. &lt;br/&gt; 1230am go to bed. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Sure i could get up earlier and get more in, but i like sleeping til 10 its the only way i really feel like ive had enough sleep. I WISH i was someone who got up at 8am no matter what they were doing, people who get a morning as well as an extra bit of evening. &lt;br/&gt; Anyway, i ramble. &lt;br/&gt; I shall post about Yoga and alcohol free beer later. (No i'm not pregnant, just a bit broken.) &lt;br/&gt; With my current track record, the yoga post will be december and the beer one sometime in 2012 &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Taroo&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-2924706239785608165?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/2924706239785608165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=2924706239785608165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/2924706239785608165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/2924706239785608165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2011/04/maybe.html' title='Maybe...'/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-1404919302085990050</id><published>2011-02-06T18:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-06T18:18:28.628Z</updated><title type='text'>Return of the Em.</title><content type='html'>Hello Blogging-World! (or probably just Kate actually)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a bloody long time since i've posted on here. could it be due to lack of desk? or merely laziness? or perhaps 'cause i'm always at work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway, i figure as i'm doing this wonderous Photo A Day journal thingy, that i shall do a monthly blog post with all included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you never know... maybe i'll post some more now i've cleared off the desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EmLah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-1404919302085990050?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/1404919302085990050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=1404919302085990050' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/1404919302085990050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/1404919302085990050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2011/02/return-of-em.html' title='Return of the Em.'/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-3059736791517337456</id><published>2009-05-31T12:42:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T13:02:36.751+01:00</updated><title type='text'>8 things</title><content type='html'>Eight Things I Like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Brychan&lt;br /&gt;2. Theatre&lt;br /&gt;3. Coca Cola&lt;br /&gt;4. Formula One.&lt;br /&gt;5. Cheese&lt;br /&gt;6. Films&lt;br /&gt;7. Taking photos of interesting things&lt;br /&gt;8. Going dancing with friends/socialising with friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight things I did yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. put brychan on the train to wales :(&lt;br /&gt;2. bought peaches in tescos&lt;br /&gt;3. Pressed "Go!!!" over 500 times&lt;br /&gt;4. Watched Wagstaffe the Wind-up Boy twice&lt;br /&gt;5. passed a lot of comments on BTG finalists (whilst being sighed at by becks who wanted me to shut-up)&lt;br /&gt;6. Crawled around in the roof at work&lt;br /&gt;7. dropped off Brychans Space Wolf minature at GW and marked terratory by saying "my boyfriend Brych" about 6 times to emo GW girl&lt;br /&gt;8. ate the other half of an AWESOME piece of chocolate cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight things I wish I could do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Speak and read Mandarin&lt;br /&gt;2. be a LD already!!&lt;br /&gt;3. not have to worry about my bank balance&lt;br /&gt;4. Be spatially aware in relation to my body&lt;br /&gt;5. buy LOTS of lenses/filters/accessories for my EOS&lt;br /&gt;6. Read all the books i want to RIGHT NOW AT THE SAME TIME!!!&lt;br /&gt;7. Give Brychan a degree&lt;br /&gt;8. Remember every second of my life with perfect clarity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight things I don't like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. People who don't care what effect they have on the world/people around them&lt;br /&gt;2. Welsh women who assume Brychan is too good for me, because i am English&lt;br /&gt;3. Missing a GP&lt;br /&gt;4. Spiders&lt;br /&gt;5. People who judge me on my appearance/class and never bother to find out who i am.&lt;br /&gt;6. People who don't bother to find out why i am how i am, and just assume i'm a weirdo/crazy.&lt;br /&gt;7. Sheep (the human kind)&lt;br /&gt;8. Lewis Hamiltwunt. and associated politics/bandwagoners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight things I look forward to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Me and Brychan, having a life together&lt;br /&gt;2. going to Alton Towers!!&lt;br /&gt;3. Being a LD, (therefore knowing everything i possibly can about the medium of light)&lt;br /&gt;4. Reading the new Ian Irvine (once i've re-read all the others)&lt;br /&gt;5. Travelling the world&lt;br /&gt;6. having enough money to not have the fear of not having enough money.&lt;br /&gt;7. Going to Le Mans next year.&lt;br /&gt;8. Having a house of my very own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight TV shows I watch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. BBC's F1 Coverage&lt;br /&gt;2. Grey's Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;3. ANTM&lt;br /&gt;4. House&lt;br /&gt;5. Heroes&lt;br /&gt;6. Desperate Housewives&lt;br /&gt;7. Doctor Who&lt;br /&gt;8. Private Practice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-3059736791517337456?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/3059736791517337456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=3059736791517337456' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/3059736791517337456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/3059736791517337456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2009/05/8-things.html' title='8 things'/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-6875121118209444144</id><published>2009-05-06T12:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T12:32:24.564+01:00</updated><title type='text'>can you fill this out without lying?</title><content type='html'>can you fill this out without lying?Share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you fill this out without lying?&lt;br /&gt;yeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you put in your mouth?&lt;br /&gt;tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed anyone named Matthew?&lt;br /&gt;yes i have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was your default picture taken?&lt;br /&gt;outside cybercandy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person you rode in a car with, under the age of 20?&lt;br /&gt;urrrrrm shaun the sheep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you play guitar hero?&lt;br /&gt;yarp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name someone that made you laugh today?&lt;br /&gt;the streets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How late did you stay up last night and why?&lt;br /&gt;2am i was freaked out by the season finale of Private Practice and couldn't sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could move somewhere else, would you?&lt;br /&gt;depends where and who with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been kissed under fireworks?&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which of your friends lives closest to you?&lt;br /&gt;becks...in the next room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe ex's can be friends?&lt;br /&gt;yes i do, i have several&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calling or texting?&lt;br /&gt;Texting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do u feel about dr pepper?&lt;br /&gt;it IS misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you cried really hard?&lt;br /&gt;at private practice!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your biological father right now?&lt;br /&gt;Herongate green burial site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you at right now?&lt;br /&gt;my roooom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What bed did you sleep in last night?&lt;br /&gt;mine n brychans bed :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing someone bought for you?&lt;br /&gt;roger bought me a doughnut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who took your profile picture?&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you took a picture of?&lt;br /&gt;the butterfly on the pacific medium on bridge 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was yesterday better than today?&lt;br /&gt;todays barely got started&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you live a day without TV?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you mad about anything?&lt;br /&gt;brychans stoopid universtiy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think relationships are ever really worth it?&lt;br /&gt;yes i do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you were extremely disappointed and why?&lt;br /&gt;when the green day standing tickets said they weren;t sold out but really were!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a bad influence?&lt;br /&gt;yes, yes i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night out or night in?&lt;br /&gt;either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What items could you not go without during the day?&lt;br /&gt;mp3 player/music maker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you share a drink with a stranger?&lt;br /&gt;thats how i met almost everyone of my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you visited in the hospital?&lt;br /&gt;my dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does the last text message in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;COme in for 6 unless i see peter this afternoon and it changes again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel about your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;its a pretty non-life! altho i do love my job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have you been pulled over by the police?&lt;br /&gt;never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate anyone?&lt;br /&gt;yes, altho i don't like to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we were to look in your inbox, what would we find?&lt;br /&gt;confirmation of my green day tickets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you easily tell if someones fake?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say you were given a drug test right now, Would you pass?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever called you perfect before?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song is stuck in your head?&lt;br /&gt;shut up and let me go......hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone knocks on your window at 2am, who do you want it to be?&lt;br /&gt;superman, he'd be flying lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna have kids before you’re 30?:&lt;br /&gt;possibly, tho possibly not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name something you have to do tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Duty LX 2 show of Dinnerladies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you whistle?&lt;br /&gt;several ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep on your side, stomach, or back?&lt;br /&gt;all three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think too much or too little?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you smile a lot?:&lt;br /&gt;i dunno, maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was your last missed call on your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;Howard Smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is the next time you will see the person you like?:&lt;br /&gt;about a week i hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy with your life?:&lt;br /&gt;as much as i can be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you handle the truth?&lt;br /&gt;i'd liek to think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last book you read?:&lt;br /&gt;View from the Mirror:- Shadow on the glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate the last guy you had a conversation with?&lt;br /&gt;nah he was just a dude from seetickets with a cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there something you always wear?&lt;br /&gt;my tattoos, my triskele ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing 30 minutes ago?&lt;br /&gt;buying green day tickets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, who was the last person to tell you that they love you?&lt;br /&gt;brychan :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you have an exciting last weekend?&lt;br /&gt;lol, oh yeh get-outs are soooooooo stimulating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever crawled through a window?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever dyed your hair?&lt;br /&gt;always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you wearing a necklace?&lt;br /&gt;yes, another triskele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you an emotional person?&lt;br /&gt;yes i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's something that can always make you feel better?&lt;br /&gt;Forest Gump&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will this weekend be a good one?&lt;br /&gt;do u know something i don't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want right now?&lt;br /&gt;cheese. i always want cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever worn the opposite sex's clothing?&lt;br /&gt;yes lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look behind you, what do you see?&lt;br /&gt;my print of a man holding an umbrella over his cello whilst he gets wet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever worked in a food place?&lt;br /&gt;yes for 3 looooong years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you name your future daughter?&lt;br /&gt;Alanna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you name your future son?&lt;br /&gt;Jonathon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any summer plans for 2009?&lt;br /&gt;2 weddings, work, a holiday possibly, prob no suntan again lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats on your schedule for tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;2 dinnerladies shows. the new 90210&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone know your facebook password?&lt;br /&gt;nup&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-6875121118209444144?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Ever felt like you're not good enough?&lt;br /&gt;no actually, everyone deserves a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you get the shirt you're wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;Primark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you look more like, your Mum or Dad?&lt;br /&gt;Mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever fell asleep in your arms?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like meeting new people?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What/Who can always make you happy?&lt;br /&gt;Muse/Brychan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like the person you are becoming?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i'm not so sure, i'm sure the old me was more fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone knocks on your window at 2 AM, what do you say?&lt;br /&gt;shit are they levitating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you find the opposite sex confusing?&lt;br /&gt;nah just wave a burger at them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone upset you in the last week?&lt;br /&gt;university of gay-morgan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever kissed someone who smokes?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes?&lt;br /&gt;yes often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you keeping a big secret right now?&lt;br /&gt;nope i don't do secrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you always answer your phone?&lt;br /&gt;so long as i'm not busy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your girl/guy?&lt;br /&gt;in f'ing wales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color are your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever kissed in the rain?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people have you kissed in a jacuzzi?&lt;br /&gt;i don't actually know....4 maybe not sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wanted to be a teacher?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss anyone?&lt;br /&gt;HE'S IN F'ING WALES!!! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your hair naturally curly or straight?&lt;br /&gt;Curly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's something you really want right now, be honest?&lt;br /&gt;cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anything hurt on your body?&lt;br /&gt;something ALWAYS hurts on my body. roll on te full body armor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think "what if" about anything?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever live with anyone on your top friends?&lt;br /&gt;lol i have and will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of people who smoke?&lt;br /&gt;it DOES make them look cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep on your side, stomach,or back?&lt;br /&gt;Side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you think you look right this moment?&lt;br /&gt;grotty lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you dance in the car?&lt;br /&gt;yes, weavy driving results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you realize today?&lt;br /&gt;that the muscles in the back of my left thigh are obviously less hardcore than the ones in my right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 5 people that made you smile today?&lt;br /&gt;Tyra, Meredith, Issy, Brychan and Mother (yes i know 3 are people on tv)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold hands with anyone today?&lt;br /&gt;only Wall-E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at 7:45am?&lt;br /&gt;sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you cried about?&lt;br /&gt;grey's anatomy. everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;ck pj pants and a t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the last person to send you a comment on facebook?&lt;br /&gt;Zoooooe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you use chapstick?&lt;br /&gt;when i remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you jealous of anyone right now?&lt;br /&gt;anyone who is already a LD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel about tattoos and piercings?&lt;br /&gt;i think they r rad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many hours did you sleep last night?&lt;br /&gt;about 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you talked to the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;about an hour ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss your past?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like your name?&lt;br /&gt;its not a bad name lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you in a good mood right now?&lt;br /&gt;yes id say i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made you sad today?&lt;br /&gt;grey's anatomy (seriously EVERY time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you take compliments well?&lt;br /&gt;nope lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has a boy/girl ever called you babe/baby?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What bed did you sleep in last night?&lt;br /&gt;mine n brychans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather have big or small dogs?&lt;br /&gt;biiiiiiiiiig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you trust all of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;yes else they wouldnt be friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to?&lt;br /&gt;of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to text or call more?&lt;br /&gt;Text&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you okay with making a total fool of yourself?&lt;br /&gt;have u met me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the first thing you did this morning?&lt;br /&gt;push wall-e off my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you took a picture with?&lt;br /&gt;urm brychan i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's hoodie did you wear last?&lt;br /&gt;my hoodie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ticklish?&lt;br /&gt;yes yes i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyone who would just drop everything to come see you?&lt;br /&gt;yes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are all the texts in your inbox from?&lt;br /&gt;Brychan and Brychan and.... oh dear i have no friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel about your relationship status?&lt;br /&gt;chuffed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way to win your heart?&lt;br /&gt;coke. everytime. or apple sourz if proper coke is not readily available&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you smile at strangers?&lt;br /&gt;if they smile at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever colored your hair?&lt;br /&gt;yes regularly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this year the best year of your life?&lt;br /&gt;i've not seen enough of it yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can any of your relatives draw/paint?&lt;br /&gt;urrrrrm mum does good doodles and kate cross-stitches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you find tattoos attractive?&lt;br /&gt;depends where they are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think some people are crazy for wearing jeans in the summer?&lt;br /&gt;No i represent those people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any text messages that you don't want other people to read?&lt;br /&gt;mebbe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, if you could go back 3 months and change something would you?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-1595863225859905834?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/1595863225859905834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Don't read the questions underneath until you write the names of all 20 people, and be sure to tag the person who tagged you after completing it yourself. *this is a lot funnier if you actually list the names first, no cheating!*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Rebecca&lt;br /&gt;2. Brychan&lt;br /&gt;3. Sarah F&lt;br /&gt;4. Sarah G&lt;br /&gt;5. Ruth&lt;br /&gt;6. Aarti&lt;br /&gt;7. Katie&lt;br /&gt;8. Beth&lt;br /&gt;9. Gabby&lt;br /&gt;10. Kate&lt;br /&gt;11. Anthony&lt;br /&gt;12. Mark&lt;br /&gt;13. Dori&lt;br /&gt;14. Lolly&lt;br /&gt;15. Sean (big)&lt;br /&gt;16. Sean (little)&lt;br /&gt;17. Pippa&lt;br /&gt;18. Sazzle&lt;br /&gt;19. Clare&lt;br /&gt;20. Nikki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T H E Q U E S T I O N S . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• How did you meet 10?&lt;br /&gt;She's my sister, so i guess when i was born...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• What would you do if you had never met 6?&lt;br /&gt;Ooo, probably have an even less sane world view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• What would you do if 20 and 15 dated?&lt;br /&gt;I'd be happy, tho it would suck for his current g/f!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• If you could marry either 6 or 14 who will it be?&lt;br /&gt;gosh Lolly i'm sorry, it'd have to be aarti, i've known her longer lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Did you ever like 9?&lt;br /&gt;yeh, shes well hot ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Have you ever seen 4 cry?&lt;br /&gt;I think so, tho i can't remember why.... hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Would 4 and 12 make a good couple?&lt;br /&gt;She's taken, and i've heard the part-scots and part-irish don't alwasy get along!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Would number 1 and 2 make a good couple?&lt;br /&gt;nah she'd kill him for making too many religious jokes, plus he's mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Describe 8?&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALWAYS LATE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Last time you saw 12?&lt;br /&gt;urrrm i'm not actually sure, a while ago, last year sometime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Tell me something about 17:&lt;br /&gt;she has good taste in music :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• What's 7's favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;Rainbow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• What would you do if 1 just confessed they liked you?&lt;br /&gt;probably have to move out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•When was the last time you talked to number 6?&lt;br /&gt;this morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• How do you think 19 feels about you?&lt;br /&gt;she thinks i'm a bit mental and obsessed with Iolo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• What language does 13 speak?&lt;br /&gt;Dori.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Who is 2 going out with?&lt;br /&gt;MEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• What year is 18 in?&lt;br /&gt;4th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• What is 5's favorite music?&lt;br /&gt;RnB and all that jazz maybe some gospel ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Would you ever date 3?&lt;br /&gt;I've been dating her for years, shes my wedding date :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Is 11 single?&lt;br /&gt;nope he's doiinking my sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•What's 10's last name?&lt;br /&gt;Holmden!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Would you ever want to be in a serious relationship with 8&lt;br /&gt;mebbe ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• What do you think about 20?&lt;br /&gt;Twitteriffic :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• What is the best thing about 4?&lt;br /&gt;She's a damn good girl, with a shiny smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• What would you like to tell 16 right now?&lt;br /&gt;we should have called it.....BURNT FACE, HIS FACE IS BURNT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• How did you meet 9?&lt;br /&gt;Sixth form, biology probably lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• What is the worst and best thing about 2?&lt;br /&gt;Worst: his farts&lt;br /&gt;Best: he's the love of my life :) oh and his arse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-2698249827001321977?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/2698249827001321977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=2698249827001321977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/2698249827001321977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/2698249827001321977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2009/04/20-people.html' title='20 People'/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-7317605210515621084</id><published>2009-04-13T12:06:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T12:19:51.775+01:00</updated><title type='text'>60 honest questions</title><content type='html'>60 honest questions&lt;br /&gt;if you're not going to be honest, don't take this survey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who is the last person you held hands with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brychan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you were drafted into a war, would you survive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you sleep with the TV on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tends to be a SP episode on my Laptop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever drank milk straight out of the carton?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever won a spelling bee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope...we didn't hav them at my school....since it wasn't in america&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your longest fight you had with one of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe about 5 mins? i'll always talk to anyone, i'm not petty and i'm not so high on myself i think it would have a tragic impact on someones life if i ignored them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Are you a fast typer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. scared of the dark?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope, theres always light somewher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Who can you always turn to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sarahs, Seans and Brychan, oh and my sis and mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. When's the last time you chose a bath over a shower?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at brychans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you knock on wood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i know someone who has...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Are you drinking anything right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you think you're attractive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno, i've heard my Honesty is attractive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What do you want for your next birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like to be surprised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you know the muffin man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i have yet to see howard make muffins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you talk in your sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Have you ever flown a kite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, lots of times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. When was the last time that you went swimming and where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooo um Bath spa? had to swim in the big pools so i guess it counts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you consider yourself successful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm going about it the right way to one day be successful (i hope!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.How many people are on your contact list of your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh loads, including many useless numbers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Have you ever jumped on a trampoline?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, muchos fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Plans for tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonesome West focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What's your middle name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Missing someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brychan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. When's the last time you told someone you loved them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about 5 mins ago lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. How are you feeling today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bit wooozy, but then i think i slept too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Have you ever been suspended or expelled from school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What are you looking forward to ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June, and Wagstaffe and Gift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Have you ever crawled through a window?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes lol the drop was bigger than it looked tho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Have you ever eaten dog food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Can you handle the truth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, so long as it IS truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. What 3 things do you always bring with you to places?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MP3 player, Book, Phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Any cool scars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the infamous glue gun scar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Do you like or have a crush on anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. How often do you talk on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that often, usually on mealbreaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Do you believe in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i bloody well do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Is there someone you want that you can't have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol Mr. Barrowman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Three things about the preferred sex that you first notice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes, Shoulders, Mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Who did you last hug?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikkkki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Where is your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my MOBILE is on the bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Favorite Colour(s)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green (yes i did edit the spelling of colour)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55.Last movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. What song are you currently listening to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I Were in Your Shoes - You Me at Six&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. What do you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. What t.v. show are you watching?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;none right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brychan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;repost as 60 honest questions...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-7317605210515621084?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/7317605210515621084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=7317605210515621084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/7317605210515621084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/7317605210515621084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2009/04/60-honest-questions.html' title='60 honest questions'/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-3086848320201714917</id><published>2009-02-24T23:41:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-24T23:58:47.520Z</updated><title type='text'>2 in one evening...</title><content type='html'>1. How old will you be in five years? 28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who did you spend at least two hours with today ? Nikki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How tall are you? 5'11"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What do you look forward to most in the next six weeks? CENTER PARCS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What’s the last movie you saw? Saw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Who was the last person you called? Mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Who was the last person to call you? Mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What was the last text message you received? GW gay, miss you, we drinking, i an ducking punishing 5 guys who thought they would out drink me! Ww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Who was the last person to leave you a voicemail? DORI!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you prefer to call or text? Call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Have you ever had drink come out your nose? yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; 12. Are your parents married/separated/divorced&lt;/span&gt;? urm Other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. When is the last time you saw your mam? friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What color are your eyes? Greenish Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What time did you wake up today? 0745&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What are you wearing right now? sweatpants n vest top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What is your favorite christmas song? "Snow is fallin, all around us...etc"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Where is your favorite place to be? outside somewhere with brychan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Where is your least favorite place to be? The Grid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Where would you go if you could go anywhere? China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Where do you think you’ll be in 10 years? a theatre i expect lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you tan or burn? little form column a little from column b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What did you fear was going to get you at night as a child? The Wolf-thing from never-ending story (even though i thought it was gorgeous) also, T-rex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What was the last thing that really made you laugh? i expect its prefix was -face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. How many TVs do you have in your house? 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. How big is your bed? too small for 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you have a laptop or desktop computer? laptop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you sleep with or without clothes on? with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What color are your sheets? white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. How many pillows do you sleep with? 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What is your favourite season? Beginning of Winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What do you like about autumn? the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What do you like about winter? sharpness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What do you like about summer? a nice breeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What do you like about spring? the fresh air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. How many countries have you lived in? 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. What cities/towns have you lived in? Billericay/Frankfurt/Lake Louise/Cardiff/Colchester&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you prefer shoes, socks, or bare feet? socks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Are you a social person? when i get the opportunity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. What was the last thing you ate? Vienetta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. What is your favourite restaurant? ooo i don't really have one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. What is your favourite ice cream? Plain old vanilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. What is your favourite dessert? Eton Mess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. What is your favourite kind of soup? Minestrone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. What kind of jelly do you like on your PB &amp;amp; J sandwich? raspberry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Do you like Chinese food? yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Do you like coffee/tea? both, many different varieties of each&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. How many glasses of water, a day, do you drink on average? none :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. What do you drink in the morning? tea and juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Do you sleep on a certain side of the bed? dependant on brychans shoulder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Do you know how to play poker? vaguely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Do you like to cuddle? yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Have you ever been to Australia? no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Do you have an addictive personality? yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Do you eat out or at home more often? home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Do you still talk to your last ex? yeh of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Do you know anyone with the same birthday as you? many people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Do you want kids? perhaps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Do you speak any other languages? German, bit of russian and french&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Have you ever gotten stitches? surprisingly no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Have you ever ridden in an ambulance? yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Do you prefer an ocean or a pool? undecided&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Do you prefer a window seat or an aisle seats? window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Who did you copy this note from? Baps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Whats your relationship to them? was at uni with her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. What is your favorite thing to spend money on? food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. What is your favorite TV show? grey's anatomy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Can you roll your tongue? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Who is the funniest person you know? Seany Sean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?  they watch over me from my headboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. What is the main ring tone on your phone? Hadouken's remix of The Prayer by Bloc Party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Do you still have clothes from when you were little?  lol we found acreepy tiny cardy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. What red object is closest to you right now? blanket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. do you use seperate water to wash your hair? most of the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Do you sleep with your closet doors open or closed? one open one closed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Would you rather be attacked by a big bear or a swarm of bees? a bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Do you flirt a lot? only with my brychan (and if someones buying drinks ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Whats your favorite chat up line?  can i buy you a shot...? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. What is your favorite food? Goats Camembert on toast (much apologies for the spelling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Can you change the oil on a car? no, but i can increase its levels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Have you ever gotten a speeding ticket? Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Have you ever run out of petrol/diesel? Nope &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. What is your usual bedtime? around midnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. What was the last book you read? well it was a script.. Wagstaffe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. Do you read the newspaper? nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Do you have any magazine subscriptions? Radio Times FTW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Do you watch soap operas? not regularly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Do you go to the cinema often? when funds allow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. What radio station did you last listen to? Radio 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Who is in the picture frame closest to you? oooo its me and Harley!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. What was the last note you scribbled on a piece of paper? lol what needs to be ordered for the first aid kits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. What is your favorite sports team? Leyton Orient&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. What is your favorite board game? Dizzy Dinosaur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. What song do you currently like? bloody loads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. When was the last time you attended church? urm Anwens Wedding? does that count as attending? i've never been if not for someone elses religious event&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/585149682682610914-3086848320201714917?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/3086848320201714917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=3086848320201714917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/3086848320201714917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/3086848320201714917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2009/02/2-in-one-evening.html' title='2 in one evening...'/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-3892703712393553614</id><published>2009-02-24T23:30:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-24T23:39:44.451Z</updated><title type='text'>No, Not Now</title><content type='html'>1. Put your iPod (itunes) on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag 10 friends who might enjoy doing this as well as the person you got this from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?&lt;br /&gt;Light with a sharpened edge - The Used&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?&lt;br /&gt;The Jetset life is gonna kill you - MCR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;Slow Dance - Unwritten Law&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;br /&gt;Take Off Your Colours - You Me at Six&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;br /&gt;Leech - Incubus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Stranger in You - HIFH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;br /&gt;Just Enough - Early November&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS 2+2?&lt;br /&gt;Nebraska Bricks - Saves the Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;Echelon (Acoustic Live) - 30 Seconds to Mars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;Cubicles - MCR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;br /&gt;Jingle Jangle -  Hot Hot Heat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;br /&gt;A Better Way? - Hundred Reasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;93 Million Miles - 30 Seconds to Mars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;I Wonder - Diffuser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;br /&gt;Are We The Waiting - Green Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;br /&gt;Revolution - 30 Seconds to Mars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;br /&gt;Solution Devices - Biffy Clyro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?&lt;br /&gt;Spiderwebs - No Doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;Krazy Glue - Less Than Jake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?&lt;br /&gt;CrushCrushCrush - Paramore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW WILL YOU DIE?&lt;br /&gt;From Yesterday (Acoustic) 30 Seconds to Mars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?&lt;br /&gt;Amigone - Goo Goo Dolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?&lt;br /&gt;Can't Take My Eyes Off You - John Barrowman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?&lt;br /&gt;Your Song - John Barrowman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Helicopter - Bloc Party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?&lt;br /&gt;What You Get - Hundred Reasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;Relative Ways - ...And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;br /&gt;No, Not Now - Hot Hot Heat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT?!? no muse or Lps. crazy Mp3 player&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-3892703712393553614?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/3892703712393553614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=3892703712393553614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/3892703712393553614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/3892703712393553614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-not-now.html' title='No, Not Now'/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-8961807133755653522</id><published>2009-02-04T17:09:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-04T17:29:29.264Z</updated><title type='text'>Since it's all the Rage...</title><content type='html'>Rules: Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. today i learnt that people called "Leigha" should not trim ones fringe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. unless i've had 45 mins with a book and a cup of tea before i get out of bed I'm even more zany than usual for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i have lost count of how many times I've re-read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Song of the Lioness&lt;/span&gt; Quartet by Tamora Pierce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I am genuinely fascinated by how light effects the appearance of an object; ANY object.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I prefer lamp-light to light-fittings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. i constantly tell myself off for wishing periods of time away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I'd like to learn to play the Oboe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I have never been prouder of myself than when i was made Vice-president of Jupiter house at junior school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I always hated electronics at school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I now search desperately for the sense i know electronic things are supposed to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Everytime i say i'm Pagan i flinch a little because i don't like the word, but using the word Wiccan just makes me think of the chairs in our living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. i don't think i'll ever get tired of listening to Lostprophets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. i want to be the technical designer for Starlight Express if its ever revived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I hate how one sided the term Racism has become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I enjoy listening to Classic FM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I'm petrified i might not visit every country in the world before i die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. i only spent about half an hour of WALL-E not crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I could probably quote several red dwarf episodes from start to finish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. i won't buy seasons 7 and 8 of red dwarf on DVD because i don't want them to not match 1-6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I cried when Kimi won the F1 championship in 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I have well over 60 pairs of shoes, but only ever seem to wear 3 pairs of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I love the atmosphere in Churches and Cathedrals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I often wonder if i'm actually any good at photography or if its just that i have a good camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I like Llamas and Sheep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. my leg has gone numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meh-nerrrrrrr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-8961807133755653522?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/8961807133755653522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=8961807133755653522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/8961807133755653522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/8961807133755653522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2009/02/since-its-all-rage.html' title='Since it&apos;s all the Rage...'/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-679673410567322930</id><published>2009-01-10T01:29:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-10T01:30:58.933Z</updated><title type='text'>Would it be wrong of me...</title><content type='html'>to buy this for my car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OFwfmKApTZc/SWf6LTGT-CI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ZL_qHNwJMRQ/s1600-h/fe99_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 328px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OFwfmKApTZc/SWf6LTGT-CI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ZL_qHNwJMRQ/s400/fe99_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289471359382190114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;answers on a postcard please&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-679673410567322930?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/679673410567322930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=679673410567322930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/679673410567322930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/679673410567322930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2009/01/would-it-be-wrong-of-me.html' title='Would it be wrong of me...'/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OFwfmKApTZc/SWf6LTGT-CI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ZL_qHNwJMRQ/s72-c/fe99_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-7358505199163358774</id><published>2008-10-25T12:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T12:23:55.350+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen from Big Sis</title><content type='html'>One word answers only. (and I've done my best not to expand!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where is your cell phone? under-the-duvet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Where is your significant other? Barry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your hair color? Blonde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your mother? shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Your father? goneded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Your favorite thing? coca-cola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your dream last night? kate's wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Your dream/goal? visuals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The room you're in? yellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Your hobby? shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Your fear? barbed-wire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Brychan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Where were you last night? Duty-Studio-ing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What you're not? uncomplicated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. One of your wish-list items? &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OFwfmKApTZc/SOKNuI86MZI/AAAAAAAAADE/E-E45zsw_ZI/s1600-h/BeautifulShoes.jpg"&gt;Shoes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Where you grew up? Billericay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. The last thing you did? coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What are you wearing? cloud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Your TV? ornamented&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Your pets? died :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Your computer? temperamental&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Your mood? sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Missing someone? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Your car? awesome :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Something you're not wearing? reading-bands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Favorite store? octopus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Your summer? busy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Love someone? thoroughly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Your favorite color? Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. When is the last time you laughed? "Tech-Band"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Last time you cried? before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-7358505199163358774?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/7358505199163358774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=7358505199163358774' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/7358505199163358774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/7358505199163358774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2008/10/stolen-from-big-sis.html' title='Stolen from Big Sis'/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-2115872197927760862</id><published>2008-10-23T22:13:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T22:20:43.892+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Song That Means...</title><content type='html'>...a lot to me. it's basically me. the whole thing. from different perspectives. how my closest friends see me and how i see myself. it also gave me some damn good advice last summer when it was released.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say you to me&lt;br /&gt;You're a bird with an eye for anything shiny&lt;br /&gt;Searchin' the land&lt;br /&gt;For a hero of a man&lt;br /&gt;You say I need&lt;br /&gt;More than my fair share of attention&lt;br /&gt;But I think you know&lt;br /&gt;That just isn't so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underneath, I felt the fire of a burning question&lt;br /&gt;Tearin' me apart&lt;br /&gt;Right from the very start&lt;br /&gt;And now I see&lt;br /&gt;That it don't take a trick of the light to excite me&lt;br /&gt;So strong&lt;br /&gt;So long&lt;br /&gt;You'll see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on&lt;br /&gt;To what you've been given lately&lt;br /&gt;Hold on&lt;br /&gt;To what you know you've got&lt;br /&gt;Hold on&lt;br /&gt;To what you've been given lately&lt;br /&gt;Hold on&lt;br /&gt;Cause the world will turn if you're ready or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simplicity&lt;br /&gt;A heart of gold, an old head, on young shoulders&lt;br /&gt;Quiet and lovely&lt;br /&gt;Becomin' part of me&lt;br /&gt;And now I see&lt;br /&gt;From a handful of names and a thousand faces&lt;br /&gt;One light, burnin', fiercely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tired of January&lt;br /&gt;I was tired of June&lt;br /&gt;I felt a change a-comin'&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I was tired of January&lt;br /&gt;Tired of June&lt;br /&gt;I felt a change a-comin'&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I felt a change a-comin&lt;br /&gt;I felt a change a-comin&lt;br /&gt;felt a change a-comin, soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on&lt;br /&gt;To what you've been given lately&lt;br /&gt;Hold on&lt;br /&gt;To what you know you've got&lt;br /&gt;Hold on&lt;br /&gt;To what you've been given lately&lt;br /&gt;Hold on&lt;br /&gt;Cause the world will turn if you're ready or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, well the world will turn if you're ready or not&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yes the world will turn if you're ready or not&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-2115872197927760862?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-2823789371879982576</id><published>2008-10-15T23:17:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T23:30:23.762+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I Really Hate...</title><content type='html'>people passing comment on F1 whenthey know nothing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the people i am immediately sure do not know anything about F1 are the people who only started watching it because of Lewis Hamilton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are the people who are the most voiceiferous (ignore spelling u know what i mean) in chat room, on youtube comments, on facebook etc.etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these people have absolutely no understanding of driver ettiquette, or of any of the long standing F1 rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YET.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they still pass comment on everything "ferrari are evil...blahblahblah FIA are in  their pocket....blahblahblah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOLLOCKS TO THAT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean seriously the only team who have cheated in the recent history of the sport are Maclaren for fucksake!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;putting all the bias against ferrari to one side (hamil-humpers only dislike them because they kick hamiltons arse constantly and they discovered that lewis was only winning races last year because of a) his tailormade 10 year in development just for him car and b) its bolted on bits of ferrari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES hamilton has talent YES one day he may well be a great driver BUT he is not the reincarnation of ayrton senna (and lewis you did say you drove better than senna at monaco, therefore you did say you were better than senna therefore your talking out your arse when you say you haven't said that) AND had any other driver in the field been spoon fed by maclaren since he was an infant, he would be exactly where lewis is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamilton reminds me a lot of Montoya. he used to do dangerous and reckless things like diving around in front of other peoples cars! (thats twice hes done it to kimi now, but he wont crash unless its wet lewis, he has better grip than you i the dry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously i don't hate hamilton. i understand that a certain amount of bravado and confidence and even arrogance is needed to be the F1 champion (my favourite driver is Kimi for fucksake) but he needs to stop trying to be all holier than though, i'd like him a lot better if he just dropped the fake "nice-boy" persona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i should probably stop now, i expect i'll get hateful comments on the post by people who have only watched F1 for 18 months and know Senna only as Hamiltons hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i followspotted gerry and the pacemakers today. how cool am i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-2823789371879982576?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/2823789371879982576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=2823789371879982576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/2823789371879982576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/2823789371879982576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-really-hate.html' title='I Really Hate...'/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-6622308680815530428</id><published>2008-10-03T18:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T18:13:42.905+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoe Update...</title><content type='html'>...it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mother has agreed to pur-chase for me the beautiful shoes of my previous post as a birthday gift!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was free to buy these shoes to match my dress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OFwfmKApTZc/SOZSDwTWK8I/AAAAAAAAADU/NWEQi_1ZqmA/s1600-h/9675200609-1-carvela-glamour-black-courts-classic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OFwfmKApTZc/SOZSDwTWK8I/AAAAAAAAADU/NWEQi_1ZqmA/s400/9675200609-1-carvela-glamour-black-courts-classic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252976239833394114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the only downside is that i'll be 6'3" and unable to drive safely. i shall take some pumps for driving too and from the church and brychan is geting lifts for his shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me = LadyZilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(like image of me tearing buldings down, like ANTM shoot in S11E05.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may change to talking like this. Marian Keye's new book written in this style. i enjoy. reminds me of how i hear Kate talk in head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tootle bye XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-6622308680815530428?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/6622308680815530428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=6622308680815530428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/6622308680815530428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/6622308680815530428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2008/10/shoe-update.html' title='Shoe Update...'/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OFwfmKApTZc/SOZSDwTWK8I/AAAAAAAAADU/NWEQi_1ZqmA/s72-c/9675200609-1-carvela-glamour-black-courts-classic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-1014086649889523919</id><published>2008-09-30T21:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T21:38:19.611+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoe Help....REALLY NEED YOUR HELP!!</title><content type='html'>Would these shoes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OFwfmKApTZc/SOKNuI86MZI/AAAAAAAAADE/E-E45zsw_ZI/s1600-h/BeautifulShoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OFwfmKApTZc/SOKNuI86MZI/AAAAAAAAADE/E-E45zsw_ZI/s400/BeautifulShoes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251915939283874194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Go with this dress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OFwfmKApTZc/SOKOCuD1e8I/AAAAAAAAADM/ql64cRvizds/s1600-h/DSCF0185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OFwfmKApTZc/SOKOCuD1e8I/AAAAAAAAADM/ql64cRvizds/s400/DSCF0185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251916292842421186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;or would the combination be too vibrant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-1014086649889523919?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/1014086649889523919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=1014086649889523919' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/1014086649889523919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/1014086649889523919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2008/09/shoe-helpreally-need-your-help.html' title='Shoe Help....REALLY NEED YOUR HELP!!'/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OFwfmKApTZc/SOKNuI86MZI/AAAAAAAAADE/E-E45zsw_ZI/s72-c/BeautifulShoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-9199230748620600438</id><published>2008-09-29T20:45:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T20:48:23.234+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I have decided...</title><content type='html'>....to stop hating lewis hamilton out-loud. as the more mean i get the more kimi crashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hating people is bad for your soul anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am all alone in our family home. mother is in greece which is nice for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised today i haven't been in the living room since she went off. very random. but i tend to watch stuff on my laptop...which is in my room. plus my nice snuggley bed is waaaay better than a sofa anyway :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-9199230748620600438?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/9199230748620600438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=9199230748620600438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/9199230748620600438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/9199230748620600438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-have-decided.html' title='I have decided...'/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-7182379428521012749</id><published>2008-09-07T15:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T15:35:51.671+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hamilton - The Man I Hate</title><content type='html'>well kate was wrong about me blogging more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lewis Hamilton. he is without doubt the biggest cock pocket to come out of britain since bernie ecclestone himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not only does he ditch his childhood sweetheart for a bimbo his dad picked out for him with a colour chart. not only does he have 9 autobiographies. and not only does he invite people to watch him race who give the black power salute to the cameras.&lt;br /&gt;but he is underhand enough to dive around the race track in treachorous conditions in order to drive his rival off the racetrack almost certainly as revenge for him passing him on the outside (which he says, is undoable) in the first lap. AFTER he made a mistake, a couple of corners after i might add so it probably wasn't because of his mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he then cheers and celebrates his stolen victory without checking whether or not the man he drove off the track is actually in one piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lewis Hamilton is a world-class twunt. if there was a championship for the worlds biggest twunt i would support him every step of the way to gaining his rightful title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however in F1 where he is no more talented than half the pack, hes just had a tailor made car, he will never truly be world champion in anything oher than name. because to be world champion in F1 humanity, decency, and a sense of driving ettiquette is required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i would have thought having your dad hold your balls for you wouldbe a clear disqualification. isn't that tampering with the driver/car package?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-7182379428521012749?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/7182379428521012749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=7182379428521012749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/7182379428521012749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/7182379428521012749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2008/09/hamilton-man-i-hate.html' title='Hamilton - The Man I Hate'/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-5900780307309100219</id><published>2008-07-22T09:34:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T09:36:01.668+01:00</updated><title type='text'>apparently i'll blog more..</title><content type='html'>...now im no longer a student, i don't think my sibling gets that im in rehearsals at least 10 hours a day for the next 3 weeks. altho i guess i may blog more after that :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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more..'/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-2889914685407205408</id><published>2008-07-18T23:15:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T23:21:15.370+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Non-Student</title><content type='html'>oh my...i graduated yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that means i'm a non smoking adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who doesn't get to learn in lectures anymore (which does actually make me sad as i really do like learning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;graduation was pretty fun :) as was the drinking after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best part (tho at the time it made my blood pressure spike) was when they opened the ceremony with a piece written by Bach for the Cello, which was played on the piano. it wasn't listed as among the music to be played (i'd already had a moment over pachelbel's canon) and when the opening bars hit home i knew that my dad was there in spirit, or maybe it was just a sign from Her that he would have been proud had he lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet i just made Kate cry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-2889914685407205408?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/2889914685407205408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=2889914685407205408' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/2889914685407205408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/2889914685407205408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2008/07/non-student.html' title='The Non-Student'/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-1188880545619923562</id><published>2008-06-26T18:11:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T18:15:04.387+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Thingy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OFwfmKApTZc/SGPOhsv8CHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/CtNNt0V4hSM/s1600-h/mosaic3276537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OFwfmKApTZc/SGPOhsv8CHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/CtNNt0V4hSM/s400/mosaic3276537.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216239871768397938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indrasarrow/437320374/"&gt;emily temple cute with red&lt;/a&gt;, 2. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/_o_o_o_/250711322/"&gt;swiss-re-002&lt;/a&gt;, 3. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/leksis/78616950/"&gt;Something red from Iceland&lt;/a&gt;, 4. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/idatewe/1033077889/"&gt;Tower Lake, Alberta&lt;/a&gt;, 5. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/12050103@N05/2572057523/"&gt;Lostprophets - London, Astoria 11th June 2008 - Ian Watkin&lt;/a&gt;, 6. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/derbique/2247577958/"&gt;booze bokeh&lt;/a&gt;, 7. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/freespirit5/2320649184/"&gt;Just Passing Through&lt;/a&gt;, 8. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/suzan-a/287039457/"&gt;Moon/steeple 2&lt;/a&gt;, 9. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/orvalrochefort/466488884/"&gt;dirty epic&lt;/a&gt;, 10. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/allaction/2505997795/"&gt;Brychan Yard, Tenby&lt;/a&gt;, 11. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/62586822@N00/179834257/"&gt;Firefight&lt;/a&gt;, 12. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nogoodreason/331050404/"&gt;EMLAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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pretty awesome. we built a beer mountain out of 362 bottles (thats 180 odd pints) and finished off at least another 60 odd pints once the tetrabeerdron as brychan calls it was finished. these last pints were obtained due to the ingenuity of polish Fil and myself trudging around the campsite offering to buy beer! (and also by brych an cliff who contributed with one case n some heiniken) the final 'steal' count was 52 bottles of Kronenbourg, 2 Bulmers, 12 Stella, 6 Heiniken, a bottle of wine, a pack of baccy with rizla and a party invite at which we got more beer all for the grand total of 22 euros. me thinks we did ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took over 1500 photos (some being deleted for crapness) which are being added to flickr as i write this, very slowly as the tool keeps overloading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news i didn't get into RADA which is now of cos it means i got a 1.4 Feista Zetec '07 reg with a tech toy package instead :) but now i have to earn lots of money to pay off my debts and become a real person. i'm still gonna apply for RWCMD for Feb tho just to see if they want me or need more professional experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right i have a feeling my smiley faces are burning and Robin Hood is calling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div 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something about the song that just gives u a really righteous feeling, and with it a slight sense of despair for the species! but not bad despair....you know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hey There, how, how’s it going?&lt;br /&gt;Long time no see.&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven’t been around much lately&lt;br /&gt;But…it didn’t seem like you wanted me to be&lt;br /&gt;The last time I sent down a message you nailed it to the cross&lt;br /&gt;So I figured I’d just leave you to it, let you be your own boss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’ve been keeping an eye on you, I have, and it’s amazing how you’ve grown.&lt;br /&gt;With your technological advances and the problems you’ve overthrown,&lt;br /&gt;And all the beautiful art you’ve created with such grace and such finesse,&lt;br /&gt;But I admit there are a few things I’m afraid have impressed me less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I’m writing to apologize for all the horrors committed in my name,&lt;br /&gt;Although that was never what I intended, I feel I should take my share of the blame.&lt;br /&gt;All the good I tried to do was corrupted when all the religion got into full swing,&lt;br /&gt;What I thought were quite clear messages were taken to unusual extremes.&lt;br /&gt;My teachings taken out of context to meet the agendas of others,&lt;br /&gt;Interpretations taken to many different ways and hidden meanings discovered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religion became a tool, for the weak to control the strong&lt;br /&gt;With all these new morals and ethics, survival of the fittest was gone&lt;br /&gt;No longer could the biggest man simply take whatever he needed&lt;br /&gt;‘cause damnation was the price if certain rules were not heeded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the deeds committed in my name just made me wonder were I went wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Back at the start when I created this, the foundation seemed so strong.&lt;br /&gt;See all the elements were already here, long before I began, I just kind of put it all together&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t really think out a long-term plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made the sun an appropriate distance and laid the stars across the sky&lt;br /&gt;So you could navigate the globe or simply watch the sun rise&lt;br /&gt;I covered the earth with plants and fruits,&lt;br /&gt;Some for sustenance and some for beauty&lt;br /&gt;I made the sun shine and the clouds rain so their maintenance wasn’t your duty&lt;br /&gt;I tried to give each creature its own attributes without making them enveloped&lt;br /&gt;I gave you all you all your own space to grow and in your own way space to develop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t know such development would cause rifts and jealousy&lt;br /&gt;Cause you to war against each other and leave marks on this planet indelibly&lt;br /&gt;You see, I wasn’t really the creater, I was just the curator of nature&lt;br /&gt;I want to get something straight with homosexuals right now: I don’t hate ya&lt;br /&gt;I was a simple being that happened to be the first to wield such powers&lt;br /&gt;I just laid the ground, it was You that built the towers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was You that invented bombs, and the fear that comes with them&lt;br /&gt;And it was You that invented money, and the corrupt economic systems&lt;br /&gt;You invented terms like just-war and terms like friendly fire&lt;br /&gt;And it was You that didn’t know when to stop digging deeper, when to stop building higher&lt;br /&gt;It was You that exhausted the resources I carefully laid out on this earth,&lt;br /&gt;And it was You that even saw these problems coming but accredited them little worth&lt;br /&gt;It was You that used my teachings for your own personal gain&lt;br /&gt;And it was You that committed such tragedies, even though they were in my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I apologize for any mistakes I made, and when my words misconstrued&lt;br /&gt;But this apology’s to mother nature, cause I created you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-1837536018216995132?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/1837536018216995132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=1837536018216995132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/1837536018216995132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/1837536018216995132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OFwfmKApTZc/R_jadVoch1I/AAAAAAAAACI/qNOREmZXZq0/s400/n518621139_998786_1126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186135168474974034" 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/585149682682610914-2829229326420012438?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/2829229326420012438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=2829229326420012438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/2829229326420012438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-2856240347078404289</id><published>2008-04-04T20:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T00:06:02.359+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Little Nuances</title><content type='html'>this is perhaps my favourite occurance of the last few months;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so last night i was feelin pretty down...probably because i spent 2 weeks not having to do any work so had a lot more time to think about the life the universe and everything. so i had a bit of a moan to myself about it and decided to have a cigarette. off i trot downstairs and this guy appears out of no where and starts chatting to me and for some reason it just gave me back any faith in myself and people in general. i then had a good natter to my haras and the night got even better :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just one of those experiences that make u think someones looking out for u somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-2856240347078404289?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/2856240347078404289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=2856240347078404289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/2856240347078404289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/2856240347078404289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2008/04/lifes-little-nuances.html' title='Life&apos;s Little Nuances'/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-1669994287321894653</id><published>2008-03-28T18:57:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-28T18:58:39.013Z</updated><title type='text'>Hair Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OFwfmKApTZc/R-0_zFoch0I/AAAAAAAAACA/TwPZRsqU7ag/s1600-h/HairChoices.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OFwfmKApTZc/R-0_zFoch0I/AAAAAAAAACA/TwPZRsqU7ag/s400/HairChoices.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182868893091006274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so which do we think? answers on a postcard please....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-1669994287321894653?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/1669994287321894653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=1669994287321894653' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/1669994287321894653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/1669994287321894653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2008/03/hair-fun.html' title='Hair Fun'/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OFwfmKApTZc/R-0_zFoch0I/AAAAAAAAACA/TwPZRsqU7ag/s72-c/HairChoices.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-1080253811622884915</id><published>2007-12-24T18:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-24T18:26:54.534Z</updated><title type='text'>thou shalt always...</title><content type='html'>Thou shalt not steal if there is direct victim.&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt not worship pop idols or follow lost prophets.&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt not take the names of Johnny Cash, Joe Strummer, Johnny Hartman, Desmond Decker, Jim Morrison, Jimi Hendrix or Syd Barrett in vain.&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt not think any male over the age of 30 that plays with a child that is not their own is a pedophile - Some people are just nice.&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt not read NME.&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt not stop likin' a band just 'cause they’ve 'come popular.&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt not question Stephen Fry.&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt not judge a book by its cover.&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt not judge Lethal Weapon by Danny Glover.&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt not buy Coca-Cola products, thou shalt not buy Nestle products.&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt not go into the woods with your boyfriend’s best friend, take drugs and cheat on him.&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt not fall in love so easily.&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt not use poetry, art or music to get into girls’ pants - use it to get into their heads.&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt not watch Hollyoaks.&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt not attend an open mic and leave as soon as you done your shitty little poem or song, you self-righteous prick.&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt not return to the same club or bar week in, week out, just ’cause you once saw a girl there that you fancied but you’re never gonna fucking talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt not put musicians and recording artists on ridiculous pedestals no matter how great they are or were.&lt;br /&gt;The Beatles - Were just a band.&lt;br /&gt;Led Zepplin - Just a band.&lt;br /&gt;The Beach Boys - Just a band.&lt;br /&gt;The Sex Pistols - Just a band.&lt;br /&gt;The Clash - Just a band.&lt;br /&gt;Crass - Just a band.&lt;br /&gt;Minor Threat - Just a band.&lt;br /&gt;The Cure - Were just a band.&lt;br /&gt;The Smiths - Just a band.&lt;br /&gt;Nirvana - Just a band.&lt;br /&gt;The Pixies - Just a band.&lt;br /&gt;Oasis - Just a band.&lt;br /&gt;Radiohead - They're just a band.&lt;br /&gt;Bloc Party - Just a band.&lt;br /&gt;The Arctic Monkeys - Just a band.&lt;br /&gt;The Next Big Thing - Just a band!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt give equal worth to tragedies that occur in non-English speaking countries as to those that occur in English speaking countries.&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt remember that guns, bitches and bling were never part of the four elements and never will be.&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt not make repetitive generic music, thou shalt not make repetitive generic music, thou shalt not make repetitive generic music, thou shalt not make repetitive generic music.&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt not pimp my ride.&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt not scream if you wanna go faster.&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt not move to the sound of the wickedness.&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt not make some noise for Detroit.&lt;br /&gt;When I say “Hey” thou shalt not say “Ho.”&lt;br /&gt;When I say “Hip” thou shalt not say “Hop.”&lt;br /&gt;When I say, he say, she say, we say, make some noise - kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ah, forgot where I was, hang on]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt not quote Me Happy.&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt not shake it like a Polaroid picture.&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt not wish your girlfriend was a freak like me.&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt spell the word “Phoenix” P-H-E-O-N-I-X, not P-H-O-E-N-I-X, regardless of what the Oxford English Dictionary tells you.&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt not express your shock at the fact that Sharon got off with Brad at club last night by saying “Is it.”&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt think for yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thou shalt always, thou shalt always... kill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-1080253811622884915?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/1080253811622884915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-3432027474288005610</id><published>2007-12-16T23:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-16T23:37:26.494Z</updated><title type='text'>num num num</title><content type='html'>so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting rather excited about my post-grad options. i know i know i haven't finished one uni course yet so why am i getting all het-up about another one! mainly because the RADA course would suite me perfectly, the Central course would be good for me (if stupidly expensive) the Welsh Col course is relatively cheap lol and although the Lamda one is too long i may as well apply anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those are all the ones i've looked at so far but i'm gonna get applying over christmas i think. may as well get in there early! plus RADA and LAMDA both do course in the summer (again the RADA one looks better) which i shall be applying for. the main issue so far is whether or not i want to specialise in just Lighting design an electrics or should i be smart and study Stage Managament too on the Welsh Col course?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think those of you who know me well know that i don't really give a fig (great expression) about SM and i love my lighting so i just have to be incredibly sparking in the RADA app as they only take 3 students a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but can you imagine...me....at RADA.....fooking awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-3432027474288005610?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/3432027474288005610/comments/default' title='Post 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(i should post more lol) its at the Office concession in the giant topshop in town. i'm enjoying it so far, mainly cos of all the pretty shoes i get to look at, i dont enjoy it so much when a customer asks for the pretty shoes and i have to balance on a ladder and try not to fall off while pulling out the right box! but i got a free pair of sexy silver wrap around boots and i get 35% off which is niiiiiiiiiiiiiice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm off to see Macbeth next week which will be rather fabulous as it has the swoonirific Patrick Stewart in it (ok not so swoony but hes a damn good actor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got awesome things for my birthday including.... A Necklace made our of quartz and amethyst into a triskele :) some nuclear waste containers a pink leatherman, a funky funky mask, a photo hangy thing, a duck keyring, a meh t-shirt, an Audrey Hepburn belt (drooooool), a nemo balloooon, many drinks and a lovely Dante's Divine Comedy edition from the Bath boys and i think lucy but i'm not sure who to give the credit too lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things with me n brychan are awesome :) he is far too good to a moany old cow like me :) tho i suppose he does get beer out of the deal...oh and smarties cookies :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall endeavor to post more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-7782512121295377899?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-3951619644570491687</id><published>2007-10-23T11:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T11:30:03.814+01:00</updated><title type='text'>RIGHT</title><content type='html'>here i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a long abscence of more than a month i have returned to the world of blog. a lot has happened in the last month, the main thing being that my dad died. it was rather sucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm fed up with everyone being worried about me. i do not need to be worried about. i've coped with death far too many times already to go catatonic in a corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss him tho i find myself noticing things i should tell him about or wondering what kind of bird just flew over my head. but wherever he is now he will be without pain i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway enough of that morbid crap (u see why people are worried?) me, my mum kate and anthony and my brychan went to center parcs at the weekend for my mums 60th birthday celebrations. it was legendary. had so very much fun and drank far too much wine. i think i shall lay off the sauce for a few days for i am concerend for my kidneys lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i duno what eles to say realy uni is fun, pretty hardcore in the lectures and i havn't been doing enough outside of the lectures but i shall rectify that one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and brychan has a free house until november 1st. so i have the feelign i'll be spending a large amoutn of time in Barry over the next couple of weeks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-3951619644570491687?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-4163714607439846971</id><published>2007-09-20T14:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T14:35:33.111+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Shock.</title><content type='html'>I just got a horrible shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i thought i'll just back up all the files on my laptop while i pack! thats a good idea....problem was i hadn't fully comprehended how much i'd lost when my laptop crashed in april. i thought i'd at least backed everyhing up from before christmas, but no i flipped through my photo and files CDs and see that the furthest they go is august 2006. so i basically lost all the original copies of everthing i photographed after that time. including all my photograpy work for the 2nd module all the nights out i;d been on and every shot i'd ever taken with my digital SLR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can imagine the sinking feeling. in fact i still have that sinking feeling as i write this. sur ei know i have all my favourite photographs backed up on flickr. but thats not the same as having he originals on disc. its just a horrible feeling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shll now endeavor to back up every single file on my laptop. i hope i have enough discs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid age of the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-4163714607439846971?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/4163714607439846971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-4234507477311110018</id><published>2007-09-14T17:12:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T17:15:32.697+01:00</updated><title type='text'>oooooopsy</title><content type='html'>havn't posted for aaaaages lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well as im writing this one when im supposed to be working in the last 20 mintues of what will hopefully be the last day ever working at natcen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i just read this report by the bbc on the spy row in F1 and i would just like to say this can shut up all you tossers that reckon that the FIA are biased towards ferrari they DID benefit from the information (kimis pit stop in australia) and they DID use specifications to their advantage so AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH. alonso should be disqualified!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport2/hi/motorsport/formula_one/6995240.stm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill maybe write back at some point before the end of the century lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-4234507477311110018?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/4234507477311110018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=4234507477311110018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/4234507477311110018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/4234507477311110018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2007/09/oooooopsy.html' title='oooooopsy'/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-1638926376724287114</id><published>2007-08-16T13:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T13:52:44.856+01:00</updated><title type='text'>seriously how is this not offensive?</title><content type='html'>it really bugs me something chronic that something that is so degrading to women can be so popular!&lt;br /&gt;[Intro:] &lt;br /&gt;Teen drinking is very bad. &lt;br /&gt;Yo I got a fake id though. &lt;br /&gt;Yeeah, yeeah, yeeah, yo, 2 step with me, 2 step with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1:] &lt;br /&gt;1, here comes the 2 to the 3 to the 4, &lt;br /&gt;Everybody drunk out on the dance floor, &lt;br /&gt;Babygirl ass jiggle like she want more, &lt;br /&gt;Like she a groupie and I aint even on tour, &lt;br /&gt;Maybe cause she heard that I rhyme hardcore, &lt;br /&gt;Or maybe cause she heard that I buy out the stores, &lt;br /&gt;Bottom of the 9th in the series gotta score, &lt;br /&gt;If not i gotta move on to the next whore, &lt;br /&gt;Here comes the 3 to the 2 to the 1, &lt;br /&gt;Homeboy trippin' he don't know I got a gun, &lt;br /&gt;When it come to pop man we do shit for fun, &lt;br /&gt;You aint got one nigga you betta run, &lt;br /&gt;Now i'm in the back gettin head from my hunz, &lt;br /&gt;While she goin down i'm breakin down what i done, &lt;br /&gt;She smokin my blunt sayin she aint havin fun, &lt;br /&gt;bitch give it back now you don't get none. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:] &lt;br /&gt;Now everybody in this bitch gettin tipsy, &lt;br /&gt;everybody in this bitch gettin tipsy, &lt;br /&gt;Now everybody in this bitch gettin tipsy, &lt;br /&gt;Everybody in this bitch gettin tipsy, &lt;br /&gt;Now everybody in this bitch gettin tipsy, &lt;br /&gt;Everybody in this bitch gettin tipsy, &lt;br /&gt;Now everybody in this bitch gettin tipsy, &lt;br /&gt;Everybody in this bitch gettin tipsy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2:] &lt;br /&gt;2, here comes the 3 to the 4 to the 5, &lt;br /&gt;Now i'm lookin at shorty right in the eyes, &lt;br /&gt;Couple seconds passed now i'm lookin at her thighs, &lt;br /&gt;While she tellin me how much she hate her guy, &lt;br /&gt;Said she got a kid but she got her tubes tied, &lt;br /&gt;If you 21 girl that's alright, &lt;br /&gt;I wonder if a shake comin with them fries, &lt;br /&gt;If so baby can i get em super sized, &lt;br /&gt;Here comes the 4 to the 3 to the 2, &lt;br /&gt;She started feelin on my johnson right out the blue, &lt;br /&gt;Girl you super thick so i'm thinkin that's koo, &lt;br /&gt;Bit instead of 1 lifestlye i need 2 &lt;br /&gt;Her eyes got big when she glanced at my jewels, &lt;br /&gt;Expression on her face like she aint got a clue, &lt;br /&gt;And she told me she don't run with a crew, &lt;br /&gt;You know how i do but i guess why i gotta do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:] &lt;br /&gt;Now everybody in this bitch gettin tipsy, &lt;br /&gt;everybody in this bitch gettin tipsy, &lt;br /&gt;Now everybody in this bitch gettin tipsy, &lt;br /&gt;Everybody in this bitch gettin tipsy, &lt;br /&gt;Now everybody in this bitch gettin tipsy, &lt;br /&gt;Everybody in this bitch gettin tipsy, &lt;br /&gt;Now everybody in this bitch gettin tipsy, &lt;br /&gt;Everybody in this bitch gettin tipsy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 3:] &lt;br /&gt;3, here comes the 4 to the 5 to the 6, &lt;br /&gt;Self explanatory I ain't gotta say i'm rich, &lt;br /&gt;This single man aint tryna get hitched, &lt;br /&gt;Nigga waste it on me man son of a bitch, &lt;br /&gt;Brushed it all off now i'm back to gettin lit, &lt;br /&gt;Grisa orange juice man this some good ish, &lt;br /&gt;Homeboy trippin cause i'm starin at his chick, &lt;br /&gt;Now he on the sideline starin at my clique, &lt;br /&gt;Here comes the 5 to the 4 to the 3, &lt;br /&gt;Hands in the air if you cats drunk as me, &lt;br /&gt;Club on the set kwon cut out them trees, &lt;br /&gt;Dude i don't care i'm a p.i.m.p. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:] &lt;br /&gt;Now everybody in this bitch gettin tipsy, &lt;br /&gt;everybody in this bitch gettin tipsy, &lt;br /&gt;Now everybody in this bitch gettin tipsy, &lt;br /&gt;Everybody in this bitch gettin tipsy, &lt;br /&gt;Now everybody in this bitch gettin tipsy, &lt;br /&gt;Everybody in this bitch gettin tipsy, &lt;br /&gt;Now everybody in this bitch gettin tipsy, &lt;br /&gt;Everybody in this bitch gettin tipsy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Outro:] &lt;br /&gt;Everybody in this bitch gettin tipsy. &lt;br /&gt;Everybody in this bitch gettin tipsy. &lt;br /&gt;Everybody in this bitch gettin tipsy. &lt;br /&gt;Everybody in this bitch gettin tipsy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-1638926376724287114?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/1638926376724287114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=1638926376724287114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/1638926376724287114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/1638926376724287114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2007/08/seriously-how-is-this-not-offensive.html' title='seriously how is this not offensive?'/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-6509100059213649846</id><published>2007-07-31T19:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T19:11:03.492+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok so i'm crap and haven't posted for AGES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harry potter was absolutely awesome, met more cool people at Kates work and read a totally amazing book, also realised how very much i miss customer service (i'll look back on this after 6 months of working next uni year n swear at myself) seriously tho the book is so good. im so gonna be reading it again VERY soon :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah French a.k.a Haras is off travelling for a year. standby for EmLah to go absolutely insane over the next 12 months probably regressing to a large blob of primeval mucus about may next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm headed off to cardiff butt for the weekend to se my Dori :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just bought a Creative Zen V+ which is a very funky little MP3 player. its 4gb and i got it for a damn good price! (fuck off mum it isn't extravagent its a good deal and its gonna be really useful to me i do Drama Theatre and MEDIA therefore i need some kidn of semi-decent modern MEDIA player) grr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have also been feeling a lot of rage recently about racism, mainly in songs that are about now a days which noone other than me and a few friends seem to have spotted the racist content. the song that gets me the most is Mama Africa by Akon, listen to or read the lyrics and hopefully you'll pick up what i mean. i just feel so frustrated about the one-way definition of racism, it is prejudice against any race, which does include caucasions (and yes i know i can't spell) i don't want anyoen to think i'm being racist myself about this song just because it's a black musician, i simply feel that it aggrevates me that if a song of this ilk were produced by a white musician it would not necessarily be accepted in the way in which the song by Akon is. i respect him as a muscian but as a person i think he appears to be a pretentious nob. and yes i am just jealous of the amount of money he makes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i hope that makes some kind of sense and doesn't paint me as a member of the KKK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-6509100059213649846?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/6509100059213649846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=6509100059213649846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/6509100059213649846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/6509100059213649846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2007/07/ok-so-im-crap-and-havent-posted-for.html' title=''/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-8739087433947683711</id><published>2007-07-12T22:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T22:21:17.098+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So then, i haven't been up to much exciting since returning to essex, been out a few times n got drunk and worked lots (41 days to go) then brychan came up for 4 days at the weekend and for sarahs birthday which combined made it one of the best weekends i've ever had at home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'll end that paragraph there, we all know i tend to lean toward the morbid when at home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooooooo work is basically jsut that, tho i must say a whole week of matching up letters to ARFs then doing it all over with the right letters (thanks frances) is probably right up there with checking for consent no. 3's from last year! but lunch is fun although i did nearly get taken out on the zebra crossing today which scared the shit out of me, the car was literally an inch from my legs when it came to a stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed off to see Potter tomoro night with the Sarahs, gonna try deperately to re read the book before then so i can moan about it being wrong all the way thro! tho i expect i'll still get upset at the end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and wooooooooooo i got a 2:1 in my 2nd year, the highlights of the marks being a nice fat 76 in Design and 74 in independant study, which was lucretia Borgia! so wooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway im gonna go potter myself potty and talk to zee man :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-8739087433947683711?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/8739087433947683711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=8739087433947683711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/8739087433947683711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/8739087433947683711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-then-i-havent-been-up-to-much.html' title=''/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-5036564920267071074</id><published>2007-07-05T18:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T19:00:41.546+01:00</updated><title type='text'>and i'm famous</title><content type='html'>can u tell i listen to too much radio during the day at work!! but hey i've had my texts read out twice this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio1/edithbowman/galleries/1739/12/#gallery1739"&gt;http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio1/edithbowman/galleries/1739/12/#gallery1739&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yey for brychan comin on saturday whilst im drunk at sarahg's birthday extravaganza, then we're off to watch some tour de france action on sunday, tho im gonna be asleep riding on his back lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-5036564920267071074?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/5036564920267071074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=5036564920267071074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/5036564920267071074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/5036564920267071074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2007/07/and-im-famous.html' title='and i&apos;m famous'/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-3610697303556502424</id><published>2007-06-25T18:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T18:51:12.751+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeeell then</title><content type='html'>LeMans was rather fabulous, thought it rained the entire time, well it didnt rain for like 6 hours on sunday then we put on suncream and it went "oh no you dont!" n bucketed it down instead. i got so very wet, and so did my camera bag. mah but still awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me n Brychan spent a few days in bath too, well we actually spent more days in bath than we did in france lol, that was great, he has a really awesome group of mates n it was rather fun. lots of laughs n stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last 2 weeks have seemed like forever but rushed by really fast if that makes any kind of sense, all i can say is i'm pretty damn happy with the welshman, and the 3 months of holidays, instead of feeling like forever and that theyr never gonna end, actually look as if theyr gonna go by really fast. tis good :) and its Reading Festival in like 60 days!!! WWWWOOOOOOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so im back at NatCen for the summer, i'm gonna make a little countdown type thing i reckon excluding weekends n reading n bits just so as i know exactly how many days of random filing and stupid interviewers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matty has finally turned up on facebook so altho hes been neglecting my blog of late at least hes on there! plus i havnt heard from seanin a few days i wonder if hes drunk under a machine somewhere. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right i'll be off for now then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-3610697303556502424?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/3610697303556502424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=3610697303556502424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/3610697303556502424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/3610697303556502424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2007/06/weeeell-then.html' title='Weeeell then'/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-4734238595567545231</id><published>2007-06-15T12:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T12:09:25.080+01:00</updated><title type='text'>so then</title><content type='html'>welllllll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im off to LeMans tonight and right now im sat in Brychan's mate Mark's room while brychan n ben attempt to transcribe some kind of goldmember walkie talkie speech for use on the drive later. i may go mad and jump car before we even get on the ferry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yey to the LeMans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im off to shop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-4734238595567545231?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/4734238595567545231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=4734238595567545231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/4734238595567545231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/4734238595567545231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2007/06/so-then.html' title='so then'/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-5940893705886544103</id><published>2007-06-07T14:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T14:19:44.442+01:00</updated><title type='text'>100 truths</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;100 truths......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;001. Real name&lt;br /&gt;Emily Ruth Holmden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;002. Nickname&lt;br /&gt;EmLah, Blondie, Em, Ems, Whorebag, Emgle, Embolism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;003. Are you married&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;004. Zodiac sign&lt;br /&gt;Scorpio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;005. Male or female&lt;br /&gt;Female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;006. Primary School&lt;br /&gt;Quilters Junior, Billericay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;007. High school&lt;br /&gt;Anglo-European Ingatestone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;010. Hair colour&lt;br /&gt;very dark red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;011. Long or short&lt;br /&gt;long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;015. Are you health freak&lt;br /&gt;lol nooo, everything in moderation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;017. Do you have a crush on someone&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;018. Do you like yourself&lt;br /&gt;yes i do, kinda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;019. Piercings&lt;br /&gt;nose both sides n eyebrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;020. Tattoos&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;021. Righty or lefty&lt;br /&gt;righty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS&lt;br /&gt;022. First surgery&lt;br /&gt;not had any :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;023. First piercing&lt;br /&gt;nose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;024. First best friend&lt;br /&gt;william higgs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;025. First award&lt;br /&gt;ballet i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;026. First sport you joined&lt;br /&gt;i was on the netball team at juniors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;027. First pet&lt;br /&gt;freddie the hamster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;028. First house&lt;br /&gt;St Pauls Gardens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTLY :&lt;br /&gt;049. Eating&lt;br /&gt;waiting for chips!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;052. Doing&lt;br /&gt;This, cooking, msning, multitasking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;053. Listening to&lt;br /&gt;bang bang, dirty pretty things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;055. Waiting for&lt;br /&gt;LOTR on Saturday!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;059. Want to get married&lt;br /&gt;and i even know who too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;060. Careers in mind&lt;br /&gt;Lighting designer/director or just a theatre director&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX? :&lt;br /&gt;068. Lips or eyes&lt;br /&gt;Eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;069. Hugs or kisses&lt;br /&gt;Hugs. with kisses god im cheeky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;070. Shorter or taller&lt;br /&gt;Taller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;072. Romantic or spontaneous&lt;br /&gt;spontaneous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;073. nice stomach or nice arms&lt;br /&gt;Arms :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;075. Hook-up or relationship&lt;br /&gt;Relationship, depends on the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;077. Blonde or Brown&lt;br /&gt;Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER :&lt;br /&gt;078. Kissed a stranger&lt;br /&gt;many times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;079. Drank bubbles&lt;br /&gt;??? (i agree bex)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;080. Lost glasses/contacts&lt;br /&gt;nope aint got them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;081. Ran away from home&lt;br /&gt;lol i dont think so, in my head maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;084. Broken someone’s heart&lt;br /&gt;Yeah and i feel bad about it still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;085. Been arrested?&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;086. Turned someone down&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;087. Cried when someone died&lt;br /&gt;of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;088. Liked a friend&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;089. Yourself&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;090. Miracles&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;091. Love at first sight&lt;br /&gt; i believe in strong attraction, and pheromones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;092. Heaven&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;093. Santa claus&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;094. Sex on the first date&lt;br /&gt;No, but if youve spent the last few weeks chattin to them then yarp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;096. Angels&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY :&lt;br /&gt;097. Is there one person you want to be with right now&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;098. Had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend at one time&lt;br /&gt;No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;099. Do you believe in God&lt;br /&gt;not as society thinks of 'god'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. Post as 100 Truths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-5940893705886544103?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/5940893705886544103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=5940893705886544103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/5940893705886544103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/5940893705886544103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2007/06/100-truths.html' title='100 truths'/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-3418509093518013737</id><published>2007-06-01T15:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T15:34:27.484+01:00</updated><title type='text'>right well!</title><content type='html'>where have i been eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buzzing around like a very busy thing. had the 2nd year pracs which went well, then a week of popular theatre which was bloody hilarious, ending in a performance where i got to stab myself in the throat after strangling lenny n smothering bridie. bring it! bloody awesome hehe then it was the conference yesterday all essays in ll work done im finished with the 2nd year!!! woooooop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the meantime i have fallen madly in love iwth a welshman. yes i know your all very disappointed in me. im a bad person with terrible taste in men but u knew that anyway so why are u giving me that look?!? its cool, he makes me happy, even when hes being a bit of a dick i just wait around 10 mins n hes a nice guy again hehe, even threatened to decapitate highlander for telling his girlfriend id come onto him, oh and by the way they hadnt split up when i was seeing him. i foudn this out cos the lovely girlfriend stood next to me at the bar n said "you're a slag aren't u, yeh u r, uve snogged my boyfriend" which caused me to have an internal explosion but i walked calmly away, when her mates came up to me laughing and joking (male mates) and said "your a fucking slag aren't you" i lost my rag a little so while i was in the toilets screaming down the phone to sean brychan had a quiet word with them telling them to go fuck themselves. anyway this all led ot me talking to the girl and filling her in on a few things about her stinky boyfriend. mainly that he'd come onto me, he was a wanker and no, he has spent the last year and a half stalking dori not the other way around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happier things! im going to see im sorry i hant a clue on monday which shall be awesome! then the weekend after im home for a brief stint with the welshman to see LOTR on stage and have some drinkies with me buddies, then off to le mans the weekend after that to get sunburnt n deafness from the pretty sun and cars. THEN finally i shall be returning from wales to essex to slog at natcen for 2 months, various trips to wales an reading festival occuring at intervals. mah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM LIKE A 3RD YEAR! AAAAAAARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-3418509093518013737?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/3418509093518013737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=3418509093518013737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/3418509093518013737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/3418509093518013737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2007/06/right-well.html' title='right well!'/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-1792810764737536356</id><published>2007-05-21T20:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T20:25:03.375+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Thylacine</title><content type='html'>I've always had a thing for these little guys. i'm gonna find me one and then un-extinct them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=2025074053"&gt;The Thylacine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf" flashvars="m=2025074053&amp;amp;type=video" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="386"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.addToProfileConfirm&amp;videoid=2025074053&amp;amp;title=The Thylacine"&gt;Add to My Profile&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.home"&gt;  More Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-1792810764737536356?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/1792810764737536356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=1792810764737536356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/1792810764737536356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/1792810764737536356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2007/05/thylacine.html' title='The Thylacine'/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-3417396330455095140</id><published>2007-05-21T09:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T17:15:07.546+01:00</updated><title type='text'>100 questions i may have done before</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. What is the last alcoholic beverage you drank?&lt;br /&gt;red red wiiiine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you follow college football?&lt;br /&gt;no cos im english, but i guess kinda cos sean plays for the 1st team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How many miles does your car have on it?&lt;br /&gt;N/A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Who was the last person to send you a text message and what was it about?&lt;br /&gt;brychan asking me a rude question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Last time you went swimming in a pool?&lt;br /&gt;no idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Are you happy?&lt;br /&gt;yes. tho overworked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Where was the last place you went shopping?&lt;br /&gt;pontypridd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. How do you feel about your hair?&lt;br /&gt;it behaves quite well tho im having urges to dye it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. How long does it take to get to your work?&lt;br /&gt;about 25 mins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;a magnum (last night)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you wish you were someplace else right now?&lt;br /&gt;not really, canada maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Last time you smoked a cigarette?&lt;br /&gt;i dunno saturday maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you have any expensive jewellery?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What colour is your room?&lt;br /&gt;white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. what classes are you taking now?&lt;br /&gt;they've all finished! but it was... Photgraphic fictions 1&amp;2, theatre design, theatre tech, independant study, themes and issues, directing 2, british film and tv, popular theatre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. How many hours on average do you work a week?&lt;br /&gt;when at home about 40 odd on uni work about 30 odd tho it doesnt seem like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Who do you like right now?&lt;br /&gt;a dirty welshman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Favourite NFL team?&lt;br /&gt;NOT AMERICAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you watch the Olympics?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Last restaurant you went to?&lt;br /&gt;Raffles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Who was the last person to call you?&lt;br /&gt;Dori&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Whats your starsign?&lt;br /&gt;Scorpio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you have a favourite number?&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Last time you did volunteer work or made any donation?&lt;br /&gt;not sure change from my lunch probly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What do you spend the majority of your money on?&lt;br /&gt;FOOOOOOOOOOOD and alchiemahol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Where does most of your family live?&lt;br /&gt;London, Nottingham, Essex, Wolves, Aussieland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Are you an only child or do you have siblings?&lt;br /&gt;1 sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Ever been called a bitch?&lt;br /&gt;of course lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Got any guilty pleasures?&lt;br /&gt;i  like eating gherkins :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you drink beer?&lt;br /&gt;oh yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Have you ever experienced true love?&lt;br /&gt;lol i doubt it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Did you ever collect Beanie Babies?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Ever ordered anything online?&lt;br /&gt;Yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Myspace or Facebook?&lt;br /&gt;facebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Do you have T-Mobile?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. What is your favourite subject?&lt;br /&gt;Tech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you sometimes wish you were someone else?&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Do you usually fall for the "bad boys or slutty girls"?&lt;br /&gt;oh yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Were you an outcast in high school?&lt;br /&gt;i had a few friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Last time you saw your parents?&lt;br /&gt;um easter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Do you have any talents?&lt;br /&gt;yup apparently ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Ever been in a wedding?&lt;br /&gt;if by 'in' u mean bridesmaid or all that jazz then no. but ive been to 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Do you have any children?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Last movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;knights tale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Are you missing anyone at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;kinda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Did you take a nap today?&lt;br /&gt;i got up like 20 mins ago but i suppose i did wake up for about five mins then went back to sleep for a bit, could be classed as a nap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. What was your high school's mascot?&lt;br /&gt;lol NOT AMERICAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Ever been on a cruise?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Favourite vacation spot?&lt;br /&gt;Canadia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Where is your next vacation?&lt;br /&gt;Le Mans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Do you have any wealthy friends?&lt;br /&gt;yeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Ever met anyone famous before?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Favourite actor?&lt;br /&gt;too many to count! but the depp is up ther with bettany and lennie james&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Favourite actress?&lt;br /&gt;again too many. imogen stubbs is good, emma thompson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Are you multi-tasking right now?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Could you handle being in the military?&lt;br /&gt;yeh i reckon so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Are you hungry or thirsty?&lt;br /&gt;bti of both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Favourite fast food restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;tom hortons or marest in france&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Favourite Disney movie?&lt;br /&gt;little mermaid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. What is your average cell phone bill?&lt;br /&gt;36.50 i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Do you own a camera phone?&lt;br /&gt;yarp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Ever had to take a sobriety test?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Do you believe in Karma?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Can you speak any other languages?&lt;br /&gt;german french russian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Last time you went to the gym or worked out?&lt;br /&gt;last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. How many pairs of shoes do you own?&lt;br /&gt;god lol! 19 pairs at uni, dunno how many at home probly about 25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Do you have a photo hosting site that you use?&lt;br /&gt;Flickr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Last place you drove your car?&lt;br /&gt;N/A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. What is your college mascot?&lt;br /&gt;cider n black?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Ever been to Las Vegas?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Had a one night stand?&lt;br /&gt;yarp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Have you ever bought condoms?&lt;br /&gt;of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. What do you think is your best feature?&lt;br /&gt;legs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Have you ever been gambling?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. How old are your parents?&lt;br /&gt;59 n 60&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. When is the last time you updated your blog?&lt;br /&gt;11th may&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Do you have your wisdom teeth?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Favourite place to be?&lt;br /&gt;i dunno that place i found in Namibia which just had the most amazing feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Have you been to New York City?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Favourite sit down restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;oooo thats a toughie, that place we went in Field&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Ever been to Disney Land?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. Do you have a favourite cartoon character?&lt;br /&gt;not really, basil the mouse detective's pretty cool tho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Last thing you cooked?&lt;br /&gt;super noodles at lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. How is the weather today?&lt;br /&gt;i've been inside doing pop theatre so i dont know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Do you email?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. Last letter/piece of mail you received besides junk or a bill?&lt;br /&gt;um i dunno probly a piece of costume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Favourite store?&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;barenaked ladies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. Last voicemail you received?&lt;br /&gt;Dori i think (I LOVE YOU MAN I FUCKING LOVE YOU)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Do you drunk dial?&lt;br /&gt;i drunk most things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. Stupidest thing you ever did with your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;flushed it down the loo then attempted to dry it with the handdrier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. What is the best city in the state that you live in?&lt;br /&gt;i dont live in a state :| Cardiff Butt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Favourite band?&lt;br /&gt;LostProphets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. Last time you were sick?&lt;br /&gt;i dunno, probly after gettin very drunk at Clare Js&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. Are you bored right now?&lt;br /&gt;im HUNGRY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. Last concert you went to?&lt;br /&gt;The Used&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. Favourite Drink?&lt;br /&gt;JD &amp;amp; Coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. What are your plans for tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Pop theatre performance and then DRINKING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-3417396330455095140?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/3417396330455095140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=3417396330455095140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/3417396330455095140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/3417396330455095140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2007/05/100-questions-i-may-have-done-before.html' title='100 questions i may have done before'/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-9071730829835637836</id><published>2007-05-11T11:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T11:29:15.076+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Famous!</title><content type='html'>i wrote an article for &lt;a href="http://www.businessinberkshire.co.uk/workingabroad/index.html"&gt;Working Abroad Magazine&lt;/a&gt; on my time in canada and they've just put it up on the website! if u download the pdf at the bottom a load of my pics are on there too! AWESOME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.businessinberkshire.co.uk/workingabroad/news7.html"&gt;Article&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-9071730829835637836?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/9071730829835637836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=9071730829835637836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/9071730829835637836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/9071730829835637836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-famous.html' title='I&apos;m Famous!'/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-6733784224766544422</id><published>2007-05-06T16:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T16:48:01.346+01:00</updated><title type='text'>60 honest questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;60 honest questions&lt;br /&gt;if you're not going to be honest, don't take this survey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who is the last person you held hands with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brychan i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you were drafted into a war, would you survive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, i'd probably end up with some debilitating injury in the first 5 minutes tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you sleep with the TV on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever drank milk straight out of the carton?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever won a spelling bee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well since we don't appear to have them in our sane country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your longest fight you had with one of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yikes i dunno probly about 5 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Are you a fast typer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yarp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. scared of the dark?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Who can you always turn to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean or Frenchie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. When's the last time you chose a bath over a shower?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was last at home (no bath at uni)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you knock on wood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, padges head tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Are you drinking anything right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes coke, and i can feel it dissolving my insides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you think you're attractive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im intimidating/striking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What do you want for your next birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooo that one i really don't know! maybe a camcorder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you know the muffin man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who lives on drury lane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you talk in your sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL yes, yes i do, i hit people too! *smack* It's alright becca! i got the fly!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Have you ever flown a kite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many times, even once in a storm, well when a storm was brewing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. When was the last time that you went swimming and where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck um. thats a hard one i love to swim but i never get to do it, it may even be when i was in canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you consider yourself successful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i could have done better in the past, i reckon i could do better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.How many people are on your contact list of your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hundreds probably, a lot of useless ones on there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Have you ever jumped on a trampoline?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drunk/sober many many times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Plans for tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleep, and my Independant Study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What's your middle name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Missing someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. When's the last time you told someone you loved them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night, daddy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. How are you feeling today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired and headachy, think im comin down with somethin as my right sinus has gone numb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Have you ever been suspended or expelled from school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only for an afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What are you looking forward to ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my prac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Have you ever crawled through a window?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol oh yes, many many times especially in canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Have you ever eaten dog food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe...... heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Can you handle the truth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't be me if i couldn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. What 3 things do you always bring with you to places?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phone, a source of music, camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Any cool scars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u can still jsut see the riot scar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Do you like or have a crush on anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. How often do you talk on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only to the parents sister and frenchie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Do you believe in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe in connections, and since thats what love is yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Is there someone you want that you can't have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no because kimi and toseland just havn't happened to meet me yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Three things about the preferred sex that you first notice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height, Eyes, Shoulders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Who did you last hug?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pip i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Where is your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;under my script&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Favorite Color(s)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magenta (none of that chavy baby pink) Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55.Last movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill Bill Vol. 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. What song are you currently listening to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful,  Original Cast Recording, Wicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. What do you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my prac to work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. What t.v. show are you watching?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothin, tho i have the first season of House MD on download.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;repost as 60 honest questions...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-6733784224766544422?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/6733784224766544422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=6733784224766544422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/6733784224766544422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/6733784224766544422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2007/05/60-honest-questions.html' title='60 honest questions'/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-2114491041998373727</id><published>2007-05-04T00:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T00:38:54.649+01:00</updated><title type='text'>not much to say really darlings</title><content type='html'>went out for lennys birthday on tues...managed not to hurl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um... my 2nd year directing prac is at 12ish on the 14th so i am trying to not panic...ain't happening since i am still lacking four red habits. but my chairs looks hot! i am currently hoping that theediting i did today will NOT have the annoying cracks at the end of each track which have no reason to be there grrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so tired right now im a little woozy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've spent a total of 100 quid in tescos this week but that does include cleaning stuff and beer! so only about 75 of it was on food :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh good avril has just come on WMP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laptop could keel over any second and i'm attempting to register the extended warranty about 68 days late, one more day and it would have been funnier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure theres a new film i want to see thats out tommoro but i have NO idea what it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS SEAN!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like to see my sister!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 4 years since my grandad went on to the next world. (((HUGS)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is starting to sound like a "100 things" so im gonna bugger off now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-2114491041998373727?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/2114491041998373727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=2114491041998373727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/2114491041998373727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/2114491041998373727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2007/05/not-much-to-say-really-darlings.html' title='not much to say really darlings'/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-396538936275687518</id><published>2007-04-27T19:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T19:04:56.414+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SWEAR WORD</title><content type='html'>sayonara to everything that was on my laptop, work photos music tv shows, everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all because i bought an external hard drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOLLOCKS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-396538936275687518?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/396538936275687518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=396538936275687518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/396538936275687518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/396538936275687518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2007/04/swear-word.html' title='SWEAR WORD'/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-8499959128002027748</id><published>2007-04-24T17:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T17:22:58.461+01:00</updated><title type='text'>simple</title><content type='html'>One word only&lt;br /&gt;1. Where is your cell phone? next to me on the desk&lt;br /&gt;2. Describe your boyfriend/girlfriend? well me bit of manflesh is nice&lt;br /&gt;3. Your hair? Blonde.&lt;br /&gt;4. Your mother? hmm&lt;br /&gt;5. Your father? legendary&lt;br /&gt;6. Your favourite item? my triskele ring&lt;br /&gt;7. Your dream last night? it was very peculiar&lt;br /&gt;8. Your favourite drink? COKE&lt;br /&gt;9. Your dream car? something speedy&lt;br /&gt;10. The room you are in? Pink&lt;br /&gt;11. Your ex? Andy&lt;br /&gt;12. Your fear? Debilitating Disease&lt;br /&gt;13. What do you want to be in 10 years? Known&lt;br /&gt;14. Who did you hang out with last night? Brychan, Pip n Costello&lt;br /&gt;15. What you're not? Usual&lt;br /&gt;19. The last thing you did? type&lt;br /&gt;20. What are you wearing? Stripy Jumper&lt;br /&gt;22. Your favourite book? Alanna: The First Adventure&lt;br /&gt;23. The last thing you ate? N'apple&lt;br /&gt;24. Your life? Varied&lt;br /&gt;25. Your mood? Suspended&lt;br /&gt;26. Your friends? awesomely awesome&lt;br /&gt;27. What are you thinking about right now? Photography&lt;br /&gt;28. Your car? no car&lt;br /&gt;29. What are you doing at the moment? waiting for the oven to heat up&lt;br /&gt;30. Your summer? Office Bound&lt;br /&gt;31. Your relationship status? interesting&lt;br /&gt;32. What is on your tv? a sticker that says "i love big dumps"&lt;br /&gt;33. When is the last time you laughed? earlier, rehearsals, replacing words is funny&lt;br /&gt;34. Last time you cried? last tuesday&lt;br /&gt;35. School? ATRiuM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-8499959128002027748?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/8499959128002027748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=8499959128002027748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/8499959128002027748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/8499959128002027748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2007/04/simple.html' title='simple'/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-4194793301979176489</id><published>2007-04-24T14:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T14:08:37.013+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuckin Eh!</title><content type='html'>duuuude danny just posted this link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cgi.bowesonline.com/pedro.php?id=65&amp;x=story&amp;amp;xid=160208"&gt;Riot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i cannot believe its still on their website!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-4194793301979176489?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/4194793301979176489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=4194793301979176489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/4194793301979176489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/4194793301979176489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2007/04/fuckin-eh.html' title='Fuckin Eh!'/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-9001322735041699622</id><published>2007-04-22T22:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T00:59:03.345+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Autobiography</title><content type='html'>Fill this out IN YOUR OWN WORDS and repost as, "My Autobiography" ... And use your own answers, not anyone else's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Autobiography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Where did you take your profile pic?&lt;br /&gt;in a studio in London&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.What exactly are you wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;comfy grey trousers, uni glam hoodie, messy hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.What is your current problem?&lt;br /&gt;all my craft knives are fooked so im annoyed i cant get my mounting done already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.What makes you happy most?&lt;br /&gt;music travelling and gettin drunk with my buddies, oh and being abused by padge n harley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.What's the name of the song that you're listening to?&lt;br /&gt;NFG hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Which celeb you would marry?&lt;br /&gt;do u want the list!! David Tennant, Matt Bellamy, Stephen Dorff, Nicky Hayden, James Lance, James Toseland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Name someone with the same birthday as you?&lt;br /&gt;James Haydon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Ever sang in front of a large audience?&lt;br /&gt;yup far too many times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Has anyone ever said you looked like a celebrity?&lt;br /&gt;yeh apparently i look like delta goodrem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Do you still watch kiddy movies or kiddie TV shows?&lt;br /&gt;lol movies yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you speak any languages?&lt;br /&gt;english  german bit of russian and french&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Has anyone you've been really close with passed away?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Do you ever watch MTV?&lt;br /&gt;nope aint got it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.What's something that really annoys you?&lt;br /&gt;far too many things! when people talk to me when im programming the desk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 1:&lt;br /&gt;===============&lt;br /&gt;1.Middle name:&lt;br /&gt;Ruth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Nickname(s):&lt;br /&gt;EmLah, Embelism, Embles, Emgelee, Chav, Bucket, Slag, WhoreFace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Current location:&lt;br /&gt;my bedroom in between chunks of gangs of new york&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Eye color:&lt;br /&gt;Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 2:&lt;br /&gt;===============&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Do you live with your parent(s):&lt;br /&gt;only during the holidays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Do you get along with your parent(s):&lt;br /&gt;sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;3.Are your parents married/separated/divorced&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;married but they should be divorced!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Do you have any Siblings?:&lt;br /&gt;an older sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 3: Favorites&lt;br /&gt;===============&lt;br /&gt;1. Ice Cream:&lt;br /&gt;toughie, something involving mint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Season:&lt;br /&gt;Winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Shampoo/conditioner:&lt;br /&gt;Andrew Collinge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 4: Do You..&lt;br /&gt;===============&lt;br /&gt;1.Dance in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;lol i have been known to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Do you write on your hand?&lt;br /&gt;nooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Call people back?&lt;br /&gt;yesh i do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Believe in love:&lt;br /&gt;yeah i do, tho im not sure i believe in everlasting love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Sleep on a certain side of the bed:&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Any bad habits?&lt;br /&gt;i tend to complain a lot, but in an amusing way i like to think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Any mental health issues:&lt;br /&gt;obsessive paranoia maybe lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 5: Have You..&lt;br /&gt;===============&lt;br /&gt;1.Broken a bone:&lt;br /&gt;yarp, scaffoid, elbow (twice thanks kate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Sprained stuff:&lt;br /&gt;lol many many times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Had physical therapy:&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Gotten stiches:&lt;br /&gt;nooope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Taken painkillers:&lt;br /&gt;yup and i don't take too many as mother thinks sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling:&lt;br /&gt;snorkeling in various places, i think lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Been stung by a bee:&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Thrown up at the dentist:&lt;br /&gt;lol no? who would do that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Sworn in front of your parents&lt;br /&gt;yup swear words are just words you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Had detention:&lt;br /&gt;lol yes damn Amrouche!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaper 6: Who/What was the last&lt;br /&gt;===============&lt;br /&gt;1.Movie(s):&lt;br /&gt;Gangs of New York&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Person to text you:&lt;br /&gt;Kate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Person you called:&lt;br /&gt;Mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Person you hugged:&lt;br /&gt;PipLah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Person you tackled:&lt;br /&gt;lol i dunno Sean probably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Person you talked to on IM?&lt;br /&gt;Brychan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Thing you touched:&lt;br /&gt;my hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;Galaxy Chocolate mmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Thing you drank:&lt;br /&gt;Coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Thing you said:&lt;br /&gt;yey!!! pippa YEEEEYYYY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Person you kissed:&lt;br /&gt;Brychan hehe&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/585149682682610914-9001322735041699622?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/9001322735041699622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=9001322735041699622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/9001322735041699622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/9001322735041699622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-autobiography.html' title='My Autobiography'/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-6130273534941095195</id><published>2007-04-21T16:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T16:52:02.579+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OFwfmKApTZc/RioxjPcPMvI/AAAAAAAAABw/OPy1rInk1Pc/s1600-h/EyesMergeSplit_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OFwfmKApTZc/RioxjPcPMvI/AAAAAAAAABw/OPy1rInk1Pc/s400/EyesMergeSplit_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055908013186953970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OFwfmKApTZc/RioxlvcPMwI/AAAAAAAAAB4/r9XHqtCmjcc/s1600-h/TreeMergeSplit_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OFwfmKApTZc/RioxlvcPMwI/AAAAAAAAAB4/r9XHqtCmjcc/s400/TreeMergeSplit_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055908056136626946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and there sports fans are the last 2 in my TimeSplits Series :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-6130273534941095195?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/6130273534941095195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=6130273534941095195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/6130273534941095195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/6130273534941095195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2007/04/and-there-sports-fans-are-last-2-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OFwfmKApTZc/RioxjPcPMvI/AAAAAAAAABw/OPy1rInk1Pc/s72-c/EyesMergeSplit_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-5269106447006742227</id><published>2007-04-19T11:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T11:23:28.925+01:00</updated><title type='text'>back in the valley</title><content type='html'>thats right sports fans i'm back in the welsh valleys ready for the end of my 2nd year...SHIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its sunny as hell, i've had a nice man entertaining me for the last couple of days and i helped dori figure out how to build a cage with drainpipes and flower pots. its just a sham i havn't actualy done any of my work yet! i'll be stealing kellys eyes later for my final photograph and then i shall be tweeking away at them for the rest of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a free packet of sugar with my shopping! woo lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was 4 years since george was killed on the 17th, i think this year is the best i've coped with it! only had a very small moment when i thanked brychan for being such a good distraction! lol i've done and seen so much in the 4 years since, i can safely say i am no longer the little bitch who could be very thoughtless with her sharp tongue, all life is too precious to belittle with petty comments, sure i may still make cutting remarks but i do my best never to say anything that could genuinely hurt someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maaaah i swear whenever i think i should write a long entry i get all melancholy, which is just wrong when listeing to idina menzel singing the wizard and i, which is an uplifting and amusing song! "since folks round here seem to be, fixated on you're vertigree" LOVE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chin up chucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-5269106447006742227?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/5269106447006742227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=5269106447006742227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/5269106447006742227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/5269106447006742227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2007/04/back-in-valley.html' title='back in the valley'/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-5560043283395694977</id><published>2007-04-11T18:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T18:50:35.087+01:00</updated><title type='text'>to drink or not to drink...</title><content type='html'>sorry im feeling rather shakespearian at the moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i dont have much to add only that i went out on monday and it was fookin awesome! and then i went to work and tuesday and it asn't quite so good! brychan and sean have been doing a good job of entertaining me at work tho. but im so gonna call all the stupid careless interviewers at some point and tell them what i think of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm i dunno what to add&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah! kate n anthony were down at the weekend which was awesome, hadnt looked at the old family pics for a very long time and i am so very glad i no longer dye my hair dark red! the holidays in france all came rushing back tho, before my dad got how he is, we used to have so much fun! we still now have some fun but i guess i should be thankful for those moments of clarity that let me know hes still in there somewhere! but yes kate n athony were awesome even if kimi did come third and massa was being a gay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-5560043283395694977?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/5560043283395694977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=5560043283395694977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/5560043283395694977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/5560043283395694977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2007/04/to-drink-or-not-to-drink.html' title='to drink or not to drink...'/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-1160438346351384293</id><published>2007-04-07T15:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T15:58:02.130+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I've read 34 of 100 books</title><content type='html'>BBC Top 100 Books:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Lord of the Rings, JRR Tolkien (x)&lt;br /&gt;2. Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen ( )&lt;br /&gt;3. His Dark Materials, Philip Pullman ()&lt;br /&gt;4. The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, Douglas Adams (x)&lt;br /&gt;5. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, JK Rowling (x)&lt;br /&gt;6. To Kill a Mockingbird, Harper Lee ( )&lt;br /&gt;7. Winnie the Pooh, AA Milne (x)&lt;br /&gt;8. Nineteen Eighty-Four, George Orwell (x)&lt;br /&gt;9. The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, CS Lewis (x)&lt;br /&gt;10. Jane Eyre, Charlotte Brontë ( )&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Catch-22, Joseph Heller ( )&lt;br /&gt;12. Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontë (x)&lt;br /&gt;13. Birdsong, Sebastian Faulks ( )&lt;br /&gt;14. Rebecca, Daphne du Maurier ( )&lt;br /&gt;15. The Catcher in the Rye, JD Salinger ( )&lt;br /&gt;16. The Wind in the Willows, Kenneth Grahame (x)&lt;br /&gt;17. Great Expectations, Charles Dickens ( )&lt;br /&gt;18. Little Women, Louisa May Alcott ( )&lt;br /&gt;19. Captain Corelli's Mandolin, Louis de Bernieres ( )&lt;br /&gt;20. War and Peace, Leo Tolstoy ( )&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Gone with the Wind, Margaret Mitchell ( )&lt;br /&gt;22. Harry Potter And The Philosopher's Stone, JK Rowling (x)&lt;br /&gt;23. Harry Potter And The Chamber Of Secrets, JK Rowling (x)&lt;br /&gt;24. Harry Potter And The Prisoner Of Azkaban, JK Rowling (x)&lt;br /&gt;25. The Hobbit, JRR Tolkien (x)&lt;br /&gt;26. Tess Of The D'Urbervilles, Thomas Hardy ( )&lt;br /&gt;27. Middlemarch, George Eliot ( )&lt;br /&gt;28. A Prayer For Owen Meany, John Irving ( )&lt;br /&gt;29. The Grapes Of Wrath, John Steinbeck ( )&lt;br /&gt;30. Alice's Adventures In Wonderland, Lewis Carroll (x)&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. The Story Of Tracy Beaker, Jacqueline Wilson (x)&lt;br /&gt;32. One Hundred Years Of Solitude, Gabriel García Márquez ( )&lt;br /&gt;33. The Pillars Of The Earth, Ken Follett ( )&lt;br /&gt;34. David Copperfield, Charles Dickens ( )&lt;br /&gt;35. Charlie And The Chocolate Factory, Roald Dahl (x)&lt;br /&gt;36. Treasure Island, Robert Louis Stevenson ()&lt;br /&gt;37. A Town Like Alice, Nevil Shute ( )&lt;br /&gt;38. Persuasion, Jane Austen ( )&lt;br /&gt;39. Dune, Frank Herbert ( )&lt;br /&gt;40. Emma, Jane Austen ( )&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Anne Of Green Gables, LM Montgomery ( )&lt;br /&gt;42. Watership Down, Richard Adams (x)&lt;br /&gt;43. The Great Gatsby, F Scott Fitzgerald ( )&lt;br /&gt;44. The Count Of Monte Cristo, Alexandre Dumas ( )&lt;br /&gt;45. Brideshead Revisited, Evelyn Waugh ( )&lt;br /&gt;46. Animal Farm, George Orwell (x)&lt;br /&gt;47. A Christmas Carol, Charles Dickens ()&lt;br /&gt;48. Far From The Madding Crowd, Thomas Hardy ( )&lt;br /&gt;49. Goodnight Mister Tom, Michelle Magorian (x)&lt;br /&gt;50. The Shell Seekers, Rosamunde Pilcher ( )&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. The Secret Garden, Frances Hodgson Burnett (x)&lt;br /&gt;52. Of Mice And Men, John Steinbeck ()&lt;br /&gt;53. The Stand, Stephen King ( )&lt;br /&gt;54. Anna Karenina, Leo Tolstoy ( )&lt;br /&gt;55. A Suitable Boy, Vikram Seth ( )&lt;br /&gt;56. The BFG, Roald Dahl (x)&lt;br /&gt;57. Swallows And Amazons, Arthur Ransome (x)&lt;br /&gt;58. Black Beauty, Anna Sewell (x)&lt;br /&gt;59. Artemis Fowl, Eoin Colfer ( )&lt;br /&gt;60. Crime And Punishment, Fyodor Dostoyevsky ( )&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Noughts And Crosses, Malorie Blackman ( )&lt;br /&gt;62. Memoirs Of A Geisha, Arthur Golden ( )&lt;br /&gt;63. A Tale Of Two Cities, Charles Dickens ( )&lt;br /&gt;64. The Thorn Birds, Colleen McCollough ( )&lt;br /&gt;65. Mort, Terry Pratchett (x)&lt;br /&gt;66. The Magic Faraway Tree, Enid Blyton (x)&lt;br /&gt;67. The Magus, John Fowles ( )&lt;br /&gt;68. Good Omens, Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman (x)&lt;br /&gt;69. Guards! Guards!, Terry Pratchett (x)&lt;br /&gt;70. Lord Of The Flies, William Golding (x)&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Perfume, Patrick Süskind ( )&lt;br /&gt;72. The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists, Robert Tressell ( )&lt;br /&gt;73. Night Watch, Terry Pratchett (x)&lt;br /&gt;74. Matilda, Roald Dahl (x)&lt;br /&gt;75. Bridget Jones's Diary, Helen Fielding ( )&lt;br /&gt;76. The Secret History, Donna Tartt ( )&lt;br /&gt;77. The Woman In White, Wilkie Collins ( )&lt;br /&gt;78. Ulysses, James Joyce ( )&lt;br /&gt;79. Bleak House, Charles Dickens ( )&lt;br /&gt;80. Double Act, Jacqueline Wilson (x)&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. The Twits, Roald Dahl (x)&lt;br /&gt;82. I Capture The Castle, Dodie Smith ( )&lt;br /&gt;83. Holes, Louis Sachar ( )&lt;br /&gt;84. Gormenghast, Mervyn Peake (x)&lt;br /&gt;85. The God Of Small Things, Arundhati Roy ( )&lt;br /&gt;86. Vicky Angel, Jacqueline Wilson ( )&lt;br /&gt;87. Brave New World, Aldous Huxley ( )&lt;br /&gt;88. Cold Comfort Farm, Stella Gibbons ( )&lt;br /&gt;89. Magician, Raymond E Feist ()&lt;br /&gt;90. On The Road, Jack Kerouac ( )&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 32&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. The Godfather, Mario Puzo ( )&lt;br /&gt;92. The Clan Of The Cave Bear, Jean M Auel ( )&lt;br /&gt;93. The Colour Of Magic, Terry Pratchett (x)&lt;br /&gt;94. The Alchemist, Paulo Coelho ( )&lt;br /&gt;95. Katherine, Anya Seton ( )&lt;br /&gt;96. Kane And Abel, Jeffrey Archer ( )&lt;br /&gt;97. Love In The Time Of Cholera, Gabriel García Márquez ( )&lt;br /&gt;98. Girls In Love, Jacqueline Wilson ( )&lt;br /&gt;99. The Princess Diaries, Meg Cabot (x)&lt;br /&gt;100. Midnight's Children, Salman Rushdie (x)&lt;br /&gt;Total: 34&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copy and post with the title "I've read 34... out of 100 books."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-1160438346351384293?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/1160438346351384293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=1160438346351384293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/1160438346351384293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/1160438346351384293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2007/04/ive-read-34-of-100-books.html' title='I&apos;ve read 34 of 100 books'/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-1071063574975954703</id><published>2007-04-06T20:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T21:01:16.255+01:00</updated><title type='text'>2 more done</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OFwfmKApTZc/RhalElFvOUI/AAAAAAAAABg/PBkWvAkWjac/s1600-h/FlowersSplit_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OFwfmKApTZc/RhalElFvOUI/AAAAAAAAABg/PBkWvAkWjac/s400/FlowersSplit_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050405530236827970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OFwfmKApTZc/RhalFVFvOVI/AAAAAAAAABo/p1K_7006yJ4/s1600-h/KickSplit_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OFwfmKApTZc/RhalFVFvOVI/AAAAAAAAABo/p1K_7006yJ4/s400/KickSplit_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050405543121729874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-1071063574975954703?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/1071063574975954703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=1071063574975954703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/1071063574975954703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/1071063574975954703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2007/04/2-more-done.html' title='2 more done'/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OFwfmKApTZc/RhalElFvOUI/AAAAAAAAABg/PBkWvAkWjac/s72-c/FlowersSplit_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-2937610483707819235</id><published>2007-04-06T13:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T13:15:22.395+01:00</updated><title type='text'>a text that could rival matty</title><content type='html'>i was awoken at 7am this morning by the wonder of a text from sean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Today is the day sean price plans to break a personal record of hours in a week, by accumalating a massive 60 hours in 5 days. with this in mind and two more days work after this he could set a new pb for 7 days of work with a huge 76 hours in 7 days, he has been quoted as saying 'it's a massive achievement not only for me, my fans but my adoring wife emily who has ben there through thick and thin' today greatness is spelt s e a n! Bored emily! :( x"&lt;/blockquote&gt;well i think you can guess my reaction at that time in the morning was WTF and roll over n back to sleep! but hey seany boy u got a whole post about u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-2937610483707819235?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/2937610483707819235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=2937610483707819235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/2937610483707819235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/2937610483707819235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2007/04/text-that-could-rival-matty.html' title='a text that could rival matty'/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-5626281884877698750</id><published>2007-04-05T19:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T19:07:33.063+01:00</updated><title type='text'>since kate likes my surveys...</title><content type='html'>100 Things&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;1. I’ only doing this cos Kate’s done it twice and I feel left out...&lt;br /&gt;2. ...Usually I’m far too independent to feel left out.&lt;br /&gt;3. Though I do have my moments.&lt;br /&gt;4. Eating an apple whilst typing is hard...&lt;br /&gt;5. ...I wonder what would happen if I got apple juice on my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;6. I like random things…&lt;br /&gt;7. …So by the time I get to the end of this it will be very random&lt;br /&gt;8. Shakespeare’s work is written in the most beautiful language ever.&lt;br /&gt;9. I like iambic pentameter…&lt;br /&gt;10. …This is probably why these lines are linking 2, 2, and then 3.&lt;br /&gt;11. My dad just got back from &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;France&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I’m very glad it was fun for him as I always worry when he is alone…&lt;br /&gt;13. …Which is strange cos I don’t worry about my mum being alone&lt;br /&gt;14. I wish I had more pets other than a goldfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;15. The goldfish is called Emily&lt;br /&gt;16. Its tank mate is called Beky&lt;br /&gt;17. We were going to get 4 but Pippa n Kelly didn’t want them.&lt;br /&gt;18. I’m only at 18 and feeling the strain&lt;br /&gt;19. I’m 21 but feel like I’m 28…&lt;br /&gt;20. …This is the exact opposite to my sister. (Mwah)&lt;br /&gt;21. I lived in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Canada&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; for 8 months&lt;br /&gt;22. I fully intend to emigrate there when I’m about 25/26&lt;br /&gt;23. The word ‘emigrate’ reminds me of the Borrowers…&lt;br /&gt;24. …I’ve only read the Borrowers books once but seen the TV series many times…&lt;br /&gt;25. …The film was disappointing though&lt;br /&gt;26. I was never a book-addict until I was 13&lt;br /&gt;27. Tamora Peirce saved my mental functions by getting me to read.&lt;br /&gt;28. I’d quite like to be Alanna, but taller...&lt;br /&gt;29. …I’d have made a good knight I think.&lt;br /&gt;30. I collect weird stuff from places I’ve been.&lt;br /&gt;31. I’d like to do something interesting with them other than keeping them in a draw.&lt;br /&gt;32. JD is my favourite drink.&lt;br /&gt;33. For the last 3 birthdays and Christmases (if not more) I received at least 1 JD themed gift.&lt;br /&gt;34. I compose photographs in my head when I see something beautiful/interesting.&lt;br /&gt;35. I’m so glad I discovered photography at Uni else I’d be lost.&lt;br /&gt;36. I used to be able to bang out a high grade essay in 2 hours having done no research.&lt;br /&gt;37. I’m slightly worried that I can no longer do this.&lt;br /&gt;38. Everyone thinks Hollyoaks is a load of Bollox…&lt;br /&gt;39. …But I quite like the storylines if not most of the characters.&lt;br /&gt;40. I like to think kids will watch it and learn something about life.&lt;br /&gt;41. I find myself very depressed when people don’t know things that I take for granted as general knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;42. My family are very middle class.&lt;br /&gt;43. I think good food is more important than good clothing (except maybe shoes).&lt;br /&gt;44. I have 18 pairs of shoes at uni…&lt;br /&gt;45. …I'm not overly sure how many pairs I have at home…&lt;br /&gt;46. …I’m slightly scared about the number of shoes I own and how many times I’ve worn them.&lt;br /&gt;47. I am a film geek&lt;br /&gt;48. I have an approximate total of 250+.&lt;br /&gt;49. And when people ask me what my favourite film is I get very stressed…&lt;br /&gt;50. …I think its Poseidon Adventure, if only because I love the old version and I like the new one.&lt;br /&gt;51. I cannot believe it’s almost 2 years since I finished my job in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Lake Louise&lt;/st1:place&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;52. …And that in all that time I’ve only seen Rachel and Elise.&lt;br /&gt;53. I like to play guild wars…&lt;br /&gt;54. …I’m thinking it’s the reason for my problems with my neck.&lt;br /&gt;55. I need an actual desk in my room at home.&lt;br /&gt;56. My laptop is burning my legs.&lt;br /&gt;57. I have incredibly see-through skin…&lt;br /&gt;58. …This is really un-sexy as u can see all my veins.&lt;br /&gt;60. I get annoyed when my mum compares her current physical state to mine…&lt;br /&gt;61. …I do not feel a 21 year-old should have similar pains to a 59 year-old…&lt;br /&gt;62. …I’m now slightly worried I’ve gotten my mum’s age wrong..&lt;br /&gt;63. I miss living with blokes.&lt;br /&gt;64. Girls are far too self-involved; myself included (not a dig, truth).&lt;br /&gt;65. I can’t bring myself to buy clothes from shops like Nefertiti in Ponty…&lt;br /&gt;66. …because they remind me of chav shops in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Basildon&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;67. Having &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Basildon&lt;/st1:place&gt; on my passport is very embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;68. I love to watch people’s expressions when they receive information that can be classed as Stereotypical.&lt;br /&gt;69. Such as being a blonde from &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Essex&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;70. I’m not sure the last 2 made much sense.&lt;br /&gt;71. I wish I was doing my 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; year prac as my third year prac…&lt;br /&gt;72. …Since Handmaids Tale means a lot to me.&lt;br /&gt;73. Handmaids Tale and Goo Goo dolls got me through a bad time in lower sixth.&lt;br /&gt;74. Its almost 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;75. I spend a lot of time making sarcastic jokes and Innuendo.&lt;br /&gt;76. In-Your-Endo.&lt;br /&gt;77. I first watched scrubs in &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Victoria&lt;/st1:State&gt; in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Canada&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; in 2002.&lt;br /&gt;78. I have been addicted to it ever since.&lt;br /&gt;79. I get my life lessons from the last 5 minutes of scrubs episodes.&lt;br /&gt;80. And I hear the “duh di duh duh duh duh di duuuuuh” song when I’m considering something sad.&lt;br /&gt;81. I’m currently addicted to Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;82. It is strangely depressing when you refresh the homepage and nothing has happened.&lt;br /&gt;83. I spent the afternoon lying on a trampoline with my gal pals…&lt;br /&gt;84. …I love that they know me better than I know myself…&lt;br /&gt;85. …It is impossible for me to offend them (unless I majorly over stepped the line and I’m pretty sure I’d notice I was about to do that.)&lt;br /&gt;86. I know that in a minute I’ll have to go back through this and add “…’s” and capital letters.&lt;br /&gt;87. I don’t understand why they made Dougary Scott English in Desperate Housewives when he sounds much better Scottish.&lt;br /&gt;88. I used to collect teapots…&lt;br /&gt;89. …And interesting rocks.&lt;br /&gt;90. I’d make my family go to castles and caves when we went on holiday in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;France&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;91. I was a pain in my sister’s arse until she left home.&lt;br /&gt;92. Now I wouldn’t be without her.&lt;br /&gt;93. I want to have written, directed and lit a play by the time I’m 40.&lt;br /&gt;94. I love to make photomontages of each month that passes.&lt;br /&gt;95. People constantly thieve my photos for their facebook/myspace/bebo…&lt;br /&gt;96. …This only annoys me occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;97. I’d like to learn to fence properly…&lt;br /&gt;98. …And then go to Shushuan.&lt;br /&gt;99. I just missed Hollyoaks cos I was writing this.&lt;br /&gt;100. I’m very impressed I got this far!&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/585149682682610914-5626281884877698750?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/5626281884877698750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=5626281884877698750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/5626281884877698750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/5626281884877698750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2007/04/since-kate-likes-my-surveys.html' title='since kate likes my surveys...'/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-4727301929384329898</id><published>2007-04-04T13:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T14:01:16.487+01:00</updated><title type='text'>yes i know...</title><content type='html'>...this is the second survey in 2 days, i apologeise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 153, 255); color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"   &gt;&lt;strong&gt;if your life was a movie, what would the soundtrack be?&lt;br /&gt;so, here's how it works:&lt;br /&gt;1. open your library (itunes, winamp, media player, ipod, etc)&lt;br /&gt;2. put it on shuffle&lt;br /&gt;3. press play&lt;br /&gt;4. for every question, type the song that's playing&lt;br /&gt;5. when you go to a new question, press the next button&lt;br /&gt;6. be honest, even if you're embarassed to have the song or it doesn't fit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;opening credits: Emmit Remus - Red Hot Chilli Peppers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;waking up: Rendez Vous - Basement Jaxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;first day of school:  Nails for Breakfast, Tacks for Snacks - Panic at the Disco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;falling in love: Right Place, Right Time - Original Cast, Starlight Express&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;fight song: Forced In - Muse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;breaking up: Somebody To Love - Various, Hard Dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;prom:  Up, Up, Up - Goo Goo Dolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;life's ok:  Little L Jamiroquai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;mental breakdown: Seven Seas of Rhye - Queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;driving:  Gotta Reason -  Hard-Fi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;flashback: The Only Way is the Wrong Way - Filter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;getting back together:  The End - My Chemical Romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;wedding:  Melody Calls - Doves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;birth of a child: The Heat Is On - Miss Saigon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;final battle: Daggers Through the Heart of St Angeles - Alexisonfire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;death scene: Dirty Paki - Beans on Toast (lol!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;funeral song: Keep Your Eyes Peeled - The Automatic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;ending credits: To Hell We Ride - LostProphets&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ahahah!! some of those are seriously awesome!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;xx&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/585149682682610914-4727301929384329898?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/4727301929384329898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=4727301929384329898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/4727301929384329898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/4727301929384329898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2007/04/yes-i-know.html' title='yes i know...'/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-4871875872037911899</id><published>2007-04-03T19:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T20:18:07.670+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Photography so far...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OFwfmKApTZc/RhKlmTokyOI/AAAAAAAAABQ/zciYlwMEbLk/s1600-h/cloudsSplit_edited-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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LOTR when shadowfax first appears. *ducks and covers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted something you couldn't have: of course, but thats life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had sex on the beach: nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the drink sex on the beach: i do love that cocktail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seen someone shoplift: lol yeah i was teachin them how to do it! (yes bad person)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung up on someone: hmmm perhaps once on sean &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yelled at your pet: well um, the goldfish weren't being interesting so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a thong when the cashier was a guy: yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to strip when drunk: lol i don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotten seasick: maybe once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played a prank on somone that had them really scared: i dunno maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been embarassed by one of your family: constantly! have u met my family? (not u kate jus mum n dad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt bad about eating meat: only when it was the limping goat in Namibia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screamed in a library: hahaha yes! u should have seen everyone jump&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughed so hard u cried: many times, having talented comedians as mates is a bonus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went up to a complete stranger and started talking: yeah "hi, whats your favourite animal?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been sunburned: yes, and in interesting patterns too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kicked a guy in the nuts for being a pervert: no, but iv come very close a few times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Threw up in school: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recieved an anonymous love letter: lol yes poor old nick tan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to wear something you hated: i dont think i have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cursed in front of your parents: daily. its just language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in a commerical on tv: no,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been out of the country: i pity those that haven't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been honked at by some guy when you were walking down the sidewalk: yeah men shouldnt be allowed car horns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won at pool: yup i have I BEAT SEAN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a party where you were the ony sober one: am i ever sober?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went on a diet: nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanned topless: yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been attacked by seagulls: hehe it only had one foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been searched in an airport: yeah my belts never fail to set off the alarms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been on a plane: uuurrrrrrggggghhhhhhhh yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thown a shoe at someone: yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broke someone's heart: yeah but it was for the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sung in the shower: yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought something way too expensive: im a girl....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done something really stupid that you still laugh about: again, daily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been walked in on when you were dressing: yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran out of a movie theatre because you were too scared of the movie: no, i am fearless movie wise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been kicked out of the mall: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been mean to someone then instantly wanted to take it back: i expect so, quite often what i say is taken the wrong way, when i realise it has been i tend to swear a lot I AM NEVER SERIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been given a detention on the worst day that you could get one: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done something stupid when you were drunk: of course &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell off your roof: i fell of a roof once, the toilets at a campsite, i bounced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretended you were scared so you could cuddle up with someone: lol yeh, i cant believe they bought it! it was final destination 2 :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a deer jump in front of your car: yup, tho i werent driving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Threated someone witha water gun: of course, it was an ostritch one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unwrap a starburst with your tounge: never tried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing: used to very well, now not so well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes underwater: yes, in saltwater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice skate: yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing in front of a crowd: yes, many times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whistle: through teeth and lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be a bitch at times: yes, but only when i can't tell someone theyr hacking me off cos it would effect other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do thirty pull ups: nooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk in really high heals: of course...girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat super spicy foods: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skateboard: vaguely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep with the lights on: yarp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulititask: yes...girl. though i think, makin a perfect cappucino whilst singing westside story and doin a dance and doing a crossword should be super-multitasking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch your nose with your tounge: yes, pip helped me to discover that one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall asleep easily in the car: nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surf: just about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fit in your locker: i used to be able to in yr 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do the splits: nope my muscles r stretched as it is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-454625746151634231?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/454625746151634231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=454625746151634231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=2017808302"&gt;MCR - Famous Last Words&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;embed src="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf" flashvars="m=2017808302&amp;type=video" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="386"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.addToProfileConfirm&amp;videoid=2017808302&amp;title=MCR - Famous Last Words"&gt;Add to My Profile&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.home"&gt;  More Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MCR was awesome!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-1748291893530310755?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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mainly i wanted to mentionhim cos he has a name thats incredibly hard to spell Brychan bloody welshies lol and he mentioned he follows a norse like religion and hates christianity which gave me a chill of oh shit this guy is the welsh version of phoenix RUN!!! very amusing moment my face must have been a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway it was dans Anchorman birthday do yesterday started drinking at 1 stopped about 2am oh dear i vaguely remember everythin especially that i bought the boys a bloody case of carling for beer pong! insane i am i really really am! i have been very sneaky and am keeping my rent money until the loans come in on the 23rd of april, cos beky said i can pay her then and i have 10 quid to last me a month and a credit card, credit card is not good, especially since i jus had to fork out for 2 reading tickets lol. oh dear kate don't say anythin to mum! i probably will tell her at some point and she can yell and ill give her back half or somethin but im poor :( and this savesher giving me any other money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate being poor, iv never been unable to spend any money before it confuses the hell out of me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-7974269582209701582?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/7974269582209701582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=7974269582209701582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/7974269582209701582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/7974269582209701582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-what-do-i-say.html' title='so what do i say...'/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-920007185555328217</id><published>2007-03-19T22:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-19T22:06:42.780Z</updated><title type='text'>and once more...</title><content type='html'>.....i had the panic attack over concerns i wouldn't be able to get Reading Festival tickets altho i have obviously grown over the last year as i didnt cry when the weekend only tickets sold out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M GOING TO FUCKING READING FESTIVAL FOR THE SIXTH YEAR IN A ROW AND SMASHING PUMPKINS ARE HEADLINING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as they were probably my first favourite band as well as the first one i saw live i'm quite looking forward too :) the line up so far is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OFwfmKApTZc/Rf8I8YrhTlI/AAAAAAAAABE/UUYl_THDct8/s1600-h/readingline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OFwfmKApTZc/Rf8I8YrhTlI/AAAAAAAAABE/UUYl_THDct8/s400/readingline.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043759941188406866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking pretty good eh :) im thinkin sunday may be my favourite day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-920007185555328217?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/920007185555328217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=920007185555328217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/920007185555328217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/920007185555328217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2007/03/and-once-more.html' title='and once more...'/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OFwfmKApTZc/Rf8I8YrhTlI/AAAAAAAAABE/UUYl_THDct8/s72-c/readingline.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-230335752650748161</id><published>2007-03-16T17:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-16T17:32:41.051Z</updated><title type='text'>Almost sure i did this not too long ago...</title><content type='html'>HOW MUCH HAVE YOU CHANGED IN 10 YEARS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) How old were you?&lt;br /&gt;11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Where did you go to school?&lt;br /&gt;Quilters Junior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Where did you work?&lt;br /&gt;probly cleaning up the school pond at break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) Where did you live?&lt;br /&gt;Billericay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) Where did you hang out?&lt;br /&gt;The Brentwood Centre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) Did you wear glasses?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) Who was your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;Ali Hunter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) How many tattoos did you have?&lt;br /&gt;None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) How many piercings did you have?&lt;br /&gt;None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) What car did you drive?&lt;br /&gt;None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.) Had you been to a real party yet?&lt;br /&gt;neighbours on new years i reckon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.) Had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;lol yeah William Higgs  lol oh dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.) Single/Taken/Married/Divor&lt;div&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;ced/Bitter:&lt;br /&gt;Single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------5 years ago----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) How old were you?&lt;br /&gt;sweet 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Where did you go to school?&lt;br /&gt;Anglo European&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Where did you work?&lt;br /&gt;Stock Brooooook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) Where did you live?&lt;br /&gt;Billericay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) Where did you hang out?&lt;br /&gt;The Blue Boar!! or the Y if i had fridays off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) Did you wear glasses?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) Who was your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;Jenny May Balloo "niffa" Couzens and Ruth Crosswell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) Who was your crush?&lt;br /&gt;oooo i don't actually know hmmm Pineapple Dan or Dead Dan maybe (the Dan phase!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) How many tattoos did you have?&lt;br /&gt;None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) How many piercings did you have?&lt;br /&gt;1 nose piercing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) What car did you drive?&lt;br /&gt;None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.) Had you had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.) Single/Taken/Married/Divor&lt;wbr&gt;ced/Bitter:&lt;br /&gt;Single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------Today-----&lt;wbr&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) How old are you?&lt;br /&gt;21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Where do you work?&lt;br /&gt;NatCen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Where do you live?&lt;br /&gt;Treforest/Billericay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) Do you wear glasses?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) Who is your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;My Sarahs i think they know me best :) Sean n Pip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) Do you talk to your old friends?&lt;br /&gt;yeah i do tho don't see them enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) How many piercings do you have?&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) How many tattoos?&lt;br /&gt;3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) What kind of car do you have?&lt;br /&gt;a toy one :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) Had your heart been broken?&lt;br /&gt;lol still yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.) Single/Taken/Married/Divor&lt;wbr&gt;ced/Bitter?&lt;br /&gt;Single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm pretty borin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPOST AS "HOW MUCH HAVE YOU CHANGED IN 10 YEARS" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-230335752650748161?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/230335752650748161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=230335752650748161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/230335752650748161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/230335752650748161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2007/03/almost-sure-i-did-this-not-too-long-ago.html' title='Almost sure i did this not too long ago...'/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-1413598184069918574</id><published>2007-03-10T22:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-10T22:56:48.679Z</updated><title type='text'>Febuary!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OFwfmKApTZc/RfM3fD__WbI/AAAAAAAAAA8/-EJyZtZE1MI/s1600-h/Feb071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OFwfmKApTZc/RfM3fD__WbI/AAAAAAAAAA8/-EJyZtZE1MI/s400/Feb071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040433414746888626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's really weird cos i didn't go out with any of my usual ladies due to Lucretia and flu n stuff! n when i did go out with them i forgot my camera. don't be mad girlies!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-1413598184069918574?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/1413598184069918574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=1413598184069918574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/1413598184069918574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/1413598184069918574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2007/03/febuary.html' title='Febuary!'/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OFwfmKApTZc/RfM3fD__WbI/AAAAAAAAAA8/-EJyZtZE1MI/s72-c/Feb071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-4556951753443101179</id><published>2007-03-09T11:00:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-03-09T11:00:41.049Z</updated><title type='text'>feeling patriotic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#808080;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;There is a forgotten, nay almost     forbidden word,&lt;br /&gt;   which means more to me than any other.&lt;br /&gt;   That word is ENGLAND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers churchill!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-4556951753443101179?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/4556951753443101179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=4556951753443101179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/4556951753443101179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/4556951753443101179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2007/03/feeling-patriotic.html' title='feeling patriotic'/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-4048003203781587514</id><published>2007-03-06T11:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-06T11:10:08.887Z</updated><title type='text'>entertainment</title><content type='html'>with the entertainment provided by my sister and sean i feel very reluctant to post in case i can't match them for humor! but hey i suppose i better have a go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not much has been happening, we appear to have some kind of creature in our house that eats other peoples food, so far its had my new bottle of lemonade, a pack of Salami and most of a jar of peaunut butter. and since kelly has her own, beky hates it, and pip doesn't eat smooth peaunut butter i'm starting to think i might be sleep eating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not much else has been going on, my funds have gone from bad to worse with the occurence of too many birthday and special events in march, im scared to look at my credit card bill lol and my account balance! i had one of those weekends where money jus seems to go even tho i tried not to let it stupid snap decisions like going into marks n sparks will be the end of me! time ot extend my overdraft i think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh i hate being poor i'm not used to it! and i cant find any work so looks like im stuck, plus theres no way i'll ask my mum for any money cos shes poor as it is, i need a nice rich man to buy me drinks...but i live in wales and they're all five-foot tall and about the same wide, i miss my nice well muscled lean men! ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-4048003203781587514?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/4048003203781587514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=4048003203781587514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/4048003203781587514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/4048003203781587514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2007/03/entertainment.html' title='entertainment'/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-1416291000982341365</id><published>2007-02-21T10:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-21T11:01:22.738Z</updated><title type='text'>the end...</title><content type='html'>shows over folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well not today it was over on saturday night....but since i've been holed up in bed with flu since havn't really had the clarity of mind to wirte a fascinating blog entry! and as this is a hopefully prolonged lucid moment, i had a couple of hours yesterday morning but they faded as the day advanced lol, thought i'd better do me a lil entry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the show in glam was awesome :) especially since on thrudays Saz, Lucy Pol n Beky all came to see it :) they seemed to really enjoy it! the look on Sazzles face during the final scene was priceless! Pip, Costello (and heres the biggy) SEAN and Dan came on the friday, Costello was scared shitless by Montefeltros entrance (hahahaha its a woman in a CLOAK with her arm painted BLACK costello!) and i was incredibly flattered by Seans presence, especially since it was his first ever play, and eh only blacked out through &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; of it! LOVE IT! well hs n dans fav bits were the Lighting changes and they hastily headed for the pub after (im guessing the real favourite bits were when me n emma kept buying them drinks in appreciation of their effort) and then of course saturday night was the final night! got nicely tipsy on Cava on set, Prof Hand gave us a little sing-song there were thanks and group photos all round then we all went to the pub and got slaghtered! like really drunk at like 5 o'clock hence why i didnt realise until late on sunday that what i had was flu &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;hangover not just a hangover. not good dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so its goodbye to Lucretcia Borgia and hello to life! altho now the Handmaid's Tale starts in earnest with lots of "how to be a puppet" training from me and lots of moanin from my actors lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off home on friday for padge B'day, we're goin to the comedy club so shud be awesome despite lack of funds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OFwfmKApTZc/RdwmakfGBeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dYUu9q6TCts/s1600-h/DSC03654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OFwfmKApTZc/RdwmakfGBeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dYUu9q6TCts/s400/DSC03654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033940721405920738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-1416291000982341365?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/1416291000982341365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=1416291000982341365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/1416291000982341365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/1416291000982341365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2007/02/end.html' title='the end...'/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OFwfmKApTZc/RdwmakfGBeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dYUu9q6TCts/s72-c/DSC03654.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-1545499320921989577</id><published>2007-02-12T00:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-31T17:13:59.332Z</updated><title type='text'>just a quikie..</title><content type='html'>show was awesome, went down really well all 3 nights :) and despite some people being nasty cos its just in their natures it was a lot of fun :)&lt;br /&gt;ill post more on tues when i wake up from my hibernation day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH NO!!!!!!!! I'VE BROKEN MY SCREWDRIVEEEEEEEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-1545499320921989577?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/1545499320921989577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=1545499320921989577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/1545499320921989577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/1545499320921989577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2007/02/just-quikie.html' title='just a quikie..'/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-7915743986844888839</id><published>2007-01-31T17:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-31T17:13:59.497Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;First Sentence From the First Post of Every Month in 2006…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January:&lt;/strong&gt; im reading this 100 things we didnt know last year, thing on the BBC and here are my favourites :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February:&lt;/strong&gt; im very sorry i dont update this as much as i used to but i am a busy buny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March:&lt;/strong&gt; k so emily has found a website that lets her upload her videos eheheheh. here they r :) well some of them, takes a while to upload them lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April:&lt;/strong&gt; am very unhappy. i sat here for 2 hours refreshing a stupid webpage trying to get my Reading tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May:&lt;/strong&gt; i just thought id better post cos ive been a lazy cow lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June:&lt;/strong&gt; sorry its the essex.. and i havnt updated even tho im at home with nothing to do because ive been filing my lil ass off for the last 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July:&lt;/strong&gt; lets all kill ronaldo let all kill ronaldo na na na na, da na na na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;b&gt;Guido, he fix....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;September:&lt;/strong&gt; reading festival was so very very awesome me n padge had a wicked time n weirdly enough i had a wicked time with jodie n martin collins who used to be my next door neighbours obviously they didnt talk to me as i was younger than everyone by about 5 years n they were all so in awe of my sister (who did not like me at all then) they didnt really talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;October:&lt;/strong&gt; hows it goin eh? im gravy went to canterbury for the &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/emlah"&gt;weekend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n now im ill with some kind of chest infection!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;November:&lt;/strong&gt; aaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im like so old its insane! lol also im wearing a lot of grey today, i dunno why but hey grey is a good colour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December:&lt;/strong&gt; went home for the weekend which was cool altho my leaving did seem to spark a certain person into revealing how she thinks of me which was nice, well not nice it gave me a very unpleasant trainride home but im sure she thought about that before she did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so..... apparently i spend a lot of time at the beginning of the month moaning that i havn't posted enough lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-7915743986844888839?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/7915743986844888839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=7915743986844888839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/7915743986844888839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/7915743986844888839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2007/01/first-sentence-from-first-post-of-every.html' title=''/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-7940932703673972611</id><published>2007-01-31T16:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-31T17:01:15.363Z</updated><title type='text'>I've done 102 out of the 132 stupid things.</title><content type='html'>Do this and repost it with the title:&lt;br /&gt;I've done -- out of the 132 stupid things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 1&lt;br /&gt;(x) Smoked A Cigarette&lt;br /&gt;(x) Smoked A Cigar&lt;br /&gt;(x) Kissed A Member Of The Same Sex [Goal celebrations count!]&lt;br /&gt;(x) Drank Alcohol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) Shoplifted&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Fired [Being made redundant isn't the same!]&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Dumped&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been In A Fist Fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 4&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had A Crush On An Older Person&lt;br /&gt;(x) Skipped School&lt;br /&gt;(x) Slept With A Co-worker&lt;br /&gt;( ) Seen Someone / Something Die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 5&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had / Have A Crush On One Of Your Facebook Friends&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been To Paris&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been To Spain&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been On A Plane&lt;br /&gt;(x) Thrown Up From Drinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 6&lt;br /&gt;(x) Eaten Sushi&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Snowboarding&lt;br /&gt;( ) Met Someone BECAUSE Of Facebook&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been in a Mosh Pit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 7&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been In An Abusive Relationship&lt;br /&gt;(x) Taken Pain Killers&lt;br /&gt;(x) Love/loved Someone Who You Can't Have&lt;br /&gt;(x) Laid On Your Back And Watched Cloud Shapes Go By&lt;br /&gt;(x) Made A Snow Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR:22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 8&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had A Tea Party&lt;br /&gt;(x) Flown A Kite&lt;br /&gt;(x) Built A Sand Castle&lt;br /&gt;( ) Gone mudding&lt;br /&gt;(x) Played Dress Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 9&lt;br /&gt;(x) Jumped Into A Pile Of Leaves&lt;br /&gt;(x) Gone Sledging&lt;br /&gt;(x) Cheated While Playing A Game&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Lonely&lt;br /&gt;(x) Fallen Asleep At Work / School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 10&lt;br /&gt;(x) Watched The Sun Set&lt;br /&gt;( ) Felt An Earthquake&lt;br /&gt;( ) Killed A Snake&lt;br /&gt;(x) Sent a letter by post to yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 11&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Tickled&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Robbed / Vandalized&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been cheated on&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 36&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 12&lt;br /&gt;(x) Won A Contest&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Suspended From School&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had Detention&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been In A Car / Motorcycle Accident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 39&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 13&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had / Have Braces&lt;br /&gt;( ) Eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night&lt;br /&gt;(x) Danced in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 41&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 14&lt;br /&gt;(x) Hated The Way You Look&lt;br /&gt;(x) Witnessed A Crime&lt;br /&gt;(x) Pole Danced&lt;br /&gt;(x) Questioned Your Heart&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been obsessed with post-it-notes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 45&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 15&lt;br /&gt;(x) Squished Barefoot Through The Mud&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Lost&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been To The Opposite Side Of The World&lt;br /&gt;(x) Swam In The Ocean&lt;br /&gt;(x) Felt Like You Were Dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 49&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 16&lt;br /&gt;(x) Cried Yourself To Sleep&lt;br /&gt;(x) Played Cops And Robbers&lt;br /&gt;(x) Recently Colored With Crayons / Colored Pencils / Markers&lt;br /&gt;(x) Sang Karaoke&lt;br /&gt;(x) Paid For A Meal With Only Coins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 54&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 17&lt;br /&gt;(x) Done Something You Told Yourself You Wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;(x) Made Prank Phone Calls&lt;br /&gt;(x) Laughed Until Some Kind Of Beverage Came Out Of Your Nose&lt;br /&gt;( ) Kissed In The Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 57&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 18&lt;br /&gt;(x) Written A Letter To Father Christmas&lt;br /&gt;(x) Watched The Sun Set/ sun rise With Someone You Care/Cared About&lt;br /&gt;(x) Blown Bubbles&lt;br /&gt;(x) Made A Bonfire On The Beach or anywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 62&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 19&lt;br /&gt;(x) Crashed A Party&lt;br /&gt;(x) Have Travelled More Than 5 Days With A Car Full Of People&lt;br /&gt;(x) Gone Rollerskating / Blading&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had A Wish Come True&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Humped By A Monkey(?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 66&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 20&lt;br /&gt;(x) Worn Pearls (pearl necklace count)&lt;br /&gt;() Jumped Off A Bridge&lt;br /&gt;( x) Screamed "Penis" or "Vagina"&lt;br /&gt;(x) Ridden an elephant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 69&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 22&lt;br /&gt;( ) Got Your Tongue Stuck To A Pole/Freezer/ice Cube&lt;br /&gt;( ) Kissed A Fish&lt;br /&gt;(x) Worn The Opposite Sex's Clothes&lt;br /&gt;(x) Sat On A Roof Top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 71&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 23&lt;br /&gt;(x) Screamed At The Top Of Your Lungs&lt;br /&gt;(x) Done / Attempted A One-Handed Cartwheel&lt;br /&gt;( ) Talked On The Phone For More Than 6 Hours&lt;br /&gt;(x) Recently stayed Up for a while talking to someone you care about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 74&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 24&lt;br /&gt;(x) Picked And Ate An Apple Right Off The Tree&lt;br /&gt;(x) Climbed A Tree&lt;br /&gt;( ) Had/Been In A Tree House&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been scared To Watch Scary Movies Alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 76&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 25&lt;br /&gt;(x) Believed In Ghosts&lt;br /&gt;(x) Have had More Then 30 Pairs Of Shoes&lt;br /&gt;(x) Gone Streaking&lt;br /&gt;( ) Visited Jail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 79&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 26&lt;br /&gt;(x) Played Chicken&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Pushed into a pool with all your clothes on&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Told You're Hot By A Complete Stranger&lt;br /&gt;(x) Broken A Bone&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Easily Amused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 84&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 27&lt;br /&gt;(x) Caught A Fish Then Ate It Later&lt;br /&gt;( ) Made A Porn Video&lt;br /&gt;(x) Caught A Butterfly&lt;br /&gt;(x) Laughed So Hard You Cried&lt;br /&gt;(x) Cried So Hard You Laughed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 88&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 28&lt;br /&gt;(x) Mooned/Flashed Someone&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had Someone Moon/Flash You&lt;br /&gt;(x) Cheated On A Test&lt;br /&gt;(x) Forgotten Someone's Name&lt;br /&gt;(x) French Braided Someone's Hair&lt;br /&gt;(x) Gone Skinny Dipping&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Kicked Out Of Your House&lt;br /&gt;( ) Tried to hurt yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 94&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 29&lt;br /&gt;(x) Rode A Roller Coaster&lt;br /&gt;(x) Went Scuba-Diving/Snorkeling&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had A Cavity&lt;br /&gt;( ) Black-Mailed Someone&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Black Mailed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 97&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 31&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Used&lt;br /&gt;(x) Fell Going Up The Stairs&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Licked By A Cat&lt;br /&gt;(x) Bitten Someone&lt;br /&gt;(x) Licked Someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 102&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 106&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been shot at/or at gunpoint&lt;br /&gt;( ) Had sex in the rain&lt;br /&gt;( ) Flattened someones tyres&lt;br /&gt;( ) Rode your car/truck until the fuel light came on&lt;br /&gt;( ) Got five quid or less worth of fuel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 102&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-7940932703673972611?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/7940932703673972611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-949097323663222427</id><published>2007-01-29T23:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-29T23:16:12.299Z</updated><title type='text'>Sean.</title><content type='html'>this is a post about sean. and the immense love that i have for sean. he is by far the nicest guy i have ever met, athough that doesnt mean much really since i tend to meet complete wankers. other than sean. um. he has very pretty hair and a nice sexy man body. and he is very very good at cuddles. although it is annoying when one wants cuddles and sean is naked. for as one is seans best friend one feels that hugging sean while he is naked is stepping over the boundaries a little. but never the less the cuddles are very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sean is my rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do not know what i would do without my sean, well i do but i'd rather not think about it as it is too terrible to contemplate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NOW!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-949097323663222427?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/949097323663222427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=949097323663222427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/949097323663222427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/949097323663222427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2007/01/sean.html' title='Sean.'/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-7074034567674989558</id><published>2007-01-29T11:19:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-01-29T11:19:56.741Z</updated><title type='text'>Rough Sex Facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Send this right after u read it, something good will happen at 2:25 tomorrow. Get ready for the biggest shock in your life!!&lt;br /&gt;Whoever breaks this chain will be cursed w/ relationship problems 4-10 years.&lt;br /&gt;If you send this in 15 mins. your safe. Something good will happen tonight at 11:11pm.&lt;br /&gt;This is not a joke...someone will either call you or will talk to you online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving .........head....... massages the jaw....while burning 32 calories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swallowing foreign body juices is actually like taking vitamins and it whitens your teeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The American Dental Association says that semen cuts plaque better than mouth wash, so suck a dick and save a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having nice sex burns 358 calories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having rough sex [make it hurt] burns 543 calories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take off her clothes&lt;br /&gt;with her consent.........................12 cal&lt;br /&gt;without......................187 cal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him Take off your Bra&lt;br /&gt;With two hands..........................8 cal&lt;br /&gt;With one hand.........................12 cal&lt;br /&gt;With mouth.............................85 cal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put on Protection&lt;br /&gt;hard ........................... 6 cal&lt;br /&gt;soft..........................315 cal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foreplay&lt;br /&gt;Looking for target...................8 cal&lt;br /&gt;Finding G spot ......................92 cal&lt;br /&gt;I don't F***ing care.....................0 cal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entry&lt;br /&gt;on top..................12 cal&lt;br /&gt;On the floor.................8 cal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Different Position&lt;br /&gt;Missionary..........................358 cal&lt;br /&gt;Doggy...........................316 cal&lt;br /&gt;69 lying...............................286 cal&lt;br /&gt;69 standing.............................512 cal&lt;br /&gt;Italian hanger.........................912 cal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orgasm&lt;br /&gt;Real................................112 cal&lt;br /&gt;Faking................................315 cal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After "O"&lt;br /&gt;Lying in Bed............................18 cal&lt;br /&gt;Hop off the bed............................36 cal&lt;br /&gt;Wondering why he left pissed off...........816 cal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get dressed&lt;br /&gt;Quiet and calm...........................32 cal&lt;br /&gt;Rushing.........................98 cal&lt;br /&gt;Heard his girlfriend opening the door.............1218 cal&lt;br /&gt;Heard his mum at the door.............1942 cal&lt;br /&gt;His dad walking in..............................Priceless!!!LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU BREAK THIS YOU WILL HAVE THE WORST DAY OF YOUR LIFE TOMORROW AND AWFUL SEX FOR A YEAR! REPOST THIS AND YOU WILL FIND AMAZING SEX WITHIN ONE MONTH ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPOST THIS WITH THE TITLE: Rough Sex facts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-7074034567674989558?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/7074034567674989558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=7074034567674989558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/7074034567674989558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/7074034567674989558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2007/01/rough-sex-facts.html' title='Rough Sex Facts'/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-666137706023792599</id><published>2007-01-27T14:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-27T14:09:41.741Z</updated><title type='text'>only the clearest and best quality of my murals EVER!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OFwfmKApTZc/RbtcQkbnZcI/AAAAAAAAAAk/g_D7-0ukv_U/s1600-h/December.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OFwfmKApTZc/RbtcQkbnZcI/AAAAAAAAAAk/g_D7-0ukv_U/s400/December.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024711248989087170" 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/585149682682610914-666137706023792599?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/666137706023792599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=666137706023792599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/666137706023792599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/666137706023792599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2007/01/only-clearest-and-best-quality-of-my.html' title='only the clearest and best quality of my murals EVER!!!!'/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OFwfmKApTZc/RbtcQkbnZcI/AAAAAAAAAAk/g_D7-0ukv_U/s72-c/December.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-5804796841436503691</id><published>2007-01-27T12:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-27T12:58:31.750Z</updated><title type='text'>so....</title><content type='html'>i do apologeise for my lack of posting, actually no i dont ive been busy! spent lke 10 hours on trains on tues and weds, and got stuck in liverpool street which sucked lol anyway..&lt;br /&gt;i had my colposcopy last week (look it up i aint gonna explain it lol) and i still have abnormal cells :( gotta wait for the test results tho befor ei find out if they're worse or not tho so watch this space :S nah ill be fine i hope well i better be else frenchie will hurt me lol.&lt;br /&gt;the shit hath hiteth the fan-eth with luctretia, between me n claire we have the entire set to paint! it gonna take at least 2 days barring mistakes with the spackling, and i have to do the lighting design, i have some ideas but nothig concrete yet, i jus need to sit down for an hour or so and go through it but i dont seem to have the time! and we have to make the plaques, and the sign which has to be punched and shatter without hurting Oli's hand!!!&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note i've come up with a nice political spin for my directing piece, its from The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood so therefore its a very feminist piece, about powerlessness and the like, so im gonna find some symbol of Burma (Myanmar) and the plight of their leader&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/asia-pacific/1950505.stm"&gt; Aung Sang Su Kyi.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome but :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-5804796841436503691?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/5804796841436503691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=5804796841436503691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/5804796841436503691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/5804796841436503691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2007/01/so.html' title='so....'/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-6669743122991196146</id><published>2007-01-20T16:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-20T16:20:35.314Z</updated><title type='text'>fantabulous new book</title><content type='html'>yes yes i know its been a while, but iv had loads of work to do! although now iv finished it, 4 modules done! aaaarrrrrgggghhhh hehe. not i get to work my arse off on Lucretia Borgia for the next 3 weeks, but that will be fun i reckon if hard work, i shud really re-read the script at some point and make some notes lol, ill do it on the train home on tues nod. anyway the main reason for this post is cos i have a fantabulous new book by the author of all authors, oh she of the amazing writing skills Tamora Pierce (i like her a little bit :)) its called Beka Cooper: Terrier, and its set 200 years before the Lioness books are set, so thers all these wonderful bits of history i recognise from those books (which are my ultimate favourite books no question about that since iv read them about 20 times over the last 7 years) anyway its written in the style of a diary, Beka's diary of her first few weeks as a Puppy in the Provosts Dogs, BUT finally i get to the point, this diary entry really reminded me of someone i knows blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Saturday April 11, 246&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate pidgeons with nothing new.&lt;br /&gt;        I hate the Cesspool.&lt;br /&gt;        I hate festering, ranky, puling, gob-clogging, sarden colds.&lt;br /&gt;        I hate dragging my sorry sniffling hacking bum through duty.&lt;br /&gt;        I love my warm soft cat.&lt;br /&gt;        I have good friends who bring me things.&lt;br /&gt;        I love my bed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds like my darling sister :) oh and teh cat she refers too is the previous incarnation of Faithful, Alanna's cat in the Lioness books, who dies at the end and a new constellation is seen by the foot of the constellation known as "The Goddess" which was called "The Cat" well in this previous incarnation of faithful he is called Pounce, a name Raoul suggests for him when he first appears in Alanna, and one of Bekas friends points out that he may not be an ordinary cat as one of the "wandering" constellations known as "The Cat" has been invisible in the sky for the last 4 years (since Beka got him) coincedence ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THE WAY HER BOOKS ALL TIE INTO EAHCOTHER !!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-6669743122991196146?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/6669743122991196146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=6669743122991196146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/6669743122991196146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/6669743122991196146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2007/01/fantabulous-new-book.html' title='fantabulous new book'/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-6422323678463317826</id><published>2007-01-11T22:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-11T22:40:34.809Z</updated><title type='text'>provided by my lush sister</title><content type='html'>1. What did you do in 2006 that you’d never done before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um i dunno lol teched my first show i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you keep your new years’ resolutions, and will you make more for next year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope, to be honest i don't think i made any, i expect one was quit smoking tho so no lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Did anyone close to you give birth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Did anyone close to you die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uncle eric did but i never really knew him, was still sad tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What countries did you visit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wales, Scotland n England (the most restricted iv been in a while!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What would you like to have in 2007 that you lacked in 2006?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What date from 2006 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my 21st, and reading with padge was an awesome experience, that day in feb when i realised i was losing myself again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um i dunno gaining seans love i guess lol um getting 76% on a performance was pretty awesome too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What was your biggest failure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd say i failed myself with the whole andy thing and the break down of my friendship with you know who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Did you suffer illness or injury?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol let me count... dysklary-whatsit, neck spasms-thus migranes and back aches, most recently a broken foot (which pip wants to take a tuning fork to.) oh and i had concussion a couple of times and my knee was a bit gay in april. oh yeah and theres the fun of IBS and my new physical reactions to stress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What was the best thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno lol probly my shuffle,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Whose behavior merited celebration?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sister of the big variety (she is much stronger than she appears :)) my dad - tho he may not have turned it around at least hes now coherent. sean for putting up with me and pip for just being amazing. and sarah french, for knowing me better than i know myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucking phoenix!!!!!!!!!!!!! some others but i wont name them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Where did most of your money go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoes. and dvds. and gigs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not much really, seeing the goos in june was amazing tho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What song will always remind you of 2006?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your asking me to pick a song?! ONE SONG!? um Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have With Her Clothes On - Panic at the Disco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Compared to this time last year, are you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happier or sadder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinner or fatter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinner, not good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;richer or poorer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so so much poorer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What do you wish you’d done more of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singing and being happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What do you wish you’d done less of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stressing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What was your favorite TV program?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost id say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you dislike anyone now that you didn’t dislike this time last year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See no.13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What was the best book you read?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Wicked and Son of a Witch by Gregory Macguire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What was your greatest musical discovery?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooo thats a toss up between Panic at the Disco and The Feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What did you want and get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recognition for my talents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What did you want and not get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What was your favorite film of this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably between V for Vendetta and Pirates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i turned 21 and went out with my close mates at uni and got slaughtered (sean carried me home) and then 2 days later (my official birthday celebration) went out as a mechanic with some of my favourite friends from home and my favourite friends from uni glam (emma n beam r included in that even tho they didnt make it out cos they were dying of food poisoning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i'd managed to track down mr Bellamy at Reading festival and forced him to become my love slave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2006?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rock chic (emily style)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What kept you sane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean, Pip, Frenchie, SarahG,  my sister, Paulo and Padge. and of course and with my hat doffed my guiding light....Music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hrrrrrrmmmmm come close between David Tennant (when cockney) and John Barrowman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What political issue stirred you the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not much really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Who did you miss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andy, but thankfully only in the summer, george and my grandad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Who was the best new person you met?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yikes no idea probly Lucy, dont think i met her til after christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2006?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is balance, if something is bad its because something good is either coming or has already occured&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lostprophets:- Can't Catch Tomorrow (Good Shoes Won't Save You This Time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, two,&lt;br /&gt;One, two, three, four...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I've seen this look before&lt;br /&gt;Done a thousand times and a million more&lt;br /&gt;How many lies did he tell this time?&lt;br /&gt;How many times did he cross the line?&lt;br /&gt;It won't help me but I have to ask&lt;br /&gt;Is there something real that's behind the mask?&lt;br /&gt;Something true we don't know about?&lt;br /&gt;A little faith in amongst the doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe someday you will grow&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someday you will know&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someday you will end these tears and go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little piece of me grows old&lt;br /&gt;I keep on walking down this road&lt;br /&gt;I've seen a million people change&lt;br /&gt;but I will stay the same&lt;br /&gt;And I know you, (Know you, know you)&lt;br /&gt;always steal and borrow&lt;br /&gt;And I know you, (Know you, know you)&lt;br /&gt;Never catch, you're never gonna catch tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I've played this scene before&lt;br /&gt;I've seen this room and I've walked this floor&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I used to hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;Did I hurt you?&lt;br /&gt;All this attitude with no history&lt;br /&gt;All this anger when you're attacking me&lt;br /&gt;Got a lot to learn and you need to know&lt;br /&gt;That your time is up kid, let it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someday you will grow&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someday you will know&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someday you will end these tears and go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little piece of me grows old&lt;br /&gt;I keep on walking down this road&lt;br /&gt;I've seen a million people change&lt;br /&gt;but I will stay the same&lt;br /&gt;And I know you, (Know you, know you)&lt;br /&gt;always steal and borrow&lt;br /&gt;And I know you, (Know you, know you)&lt;br /&gt;Never catch, you're never gonna catch tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna catch tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little piece of me grows old&lt;br /&gt;I keep on walking down this road&lt;br /&gt;I've seen a million people change&lt;br /&gt;but I will stay the same&lt;br /&gt;And I know you, (Know you, know you)&lt;br /&gt;always steal and borrow&lt;br /&gt;And I know you, (Know you, know you)&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna catch tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah the haircut's hot&lt;br /&gt;But this has gotta stop&lt;br /&gt;Good shoes won't save you this time&lt;br /&gt;I think you're gonna find&lt;br /&gt;With everything combined&lt;br /&gt;that the time's running out of this line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know you, (Know you, know you)&lt;br /&gt;always steal and borrow&lt;br /&gt;And I know you, (Know you, know you)&lt;br /&gt;Never catch, you're never gonna catch tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-6422323678463317826?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/6422323678463317826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=6422323678463317826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/6422323678463317826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/6422323678463317826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2007/01/provided-by-my-lush-sister.html' title='provided by my lush sister'/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-8250005758517768299</id><published>2007-01-11T11:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-11T11:24:02.850Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YOU KNOW YOU'VE BEEN IN UNIVERSITY TOO LONG WHEN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You actually like doing laundry at home where the washing&lt;br /&gt;machines work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two miles is not too far to walk for a party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd rather clean than study especially if an essay is due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh shit how did it get so late!" comes out of your mouth at&lt;br /&gt;least once a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents' cooking becomes something you desire, not avoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You schedule your classes around sleep habits and soap operas&lt;br /&gt;especially neighbours and Hollyoaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the pizza boy by name and don't even need to read the&lt;br /&gt;menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go to sleep when it's light and get up when it's dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You live for getting mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking out the window is a form of entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prank phone calls become funny again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You start thinking and sounding like your friends and your&lt;br /&gt;accent becomes a hybrid of West Country, Surrey and general&lt;br /&gt;Northern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlighters are the coolest things on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rearranging your room is your favourite pastime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rubbish cheap £1 shops are so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend lasts from Thursday to Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE I CAME TO UNIVERSITY, I WISH I HAD KNOWN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That it didn't matter how late my first lecture was, I'd still sleep&lt;br /&gt;through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I could change so much and barely realize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you can love a lot of people in a lot of different ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how 'cool' you were in school, no one here cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That if you wear polyester everyone will ask why you are so&lt;br /&gt;dressed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That every clock on campus shows a different time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That if you got good a-levels, so what? It doesn't matter here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I would go to a party the night before an exam or essay&lt;br /&gt;due-date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you can know everything and fail a test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you can know nothing and ace a test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I could get used to almost anything found out about my&lt;br /&gt;friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That most of my education would be obtained outside of lectures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That friendship is more than getting drunk together but that's&lt;br /&gt;still funny......!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Sunday is a figment of the world's imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Psychology is really Biology, that Biology is really&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry, that Chemistry is really Physics and that Physics is&lt;br /&gt;really Maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That my parents would become so much smarter in the last few&lt;br /&gt;years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That it's possible to be alone even when you are surrounded by&lt;br /&gt;friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be dismayed at good-byes, a farewell is necessary before&lt;br /&gt;we can meet again, and meeting again, after moments or a&lt;br /&gt;lifetime, is certain for those who are friends.&lt;br /&gt;TOP 10 REASONS THAT UNIVERSITY IS LIKE PRIMARY SCHOOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You cry for your mother.&lt;br /&gt;9. You cross the street without looking for cars.&lt;br /&gt;8. Snack time is a necessity.&lt;br /&gt;7. You bundle up for the outdoors without caring what you look&lt;br /&gt;like (because everyone else looks as stupid as you do).&lt;br /&gt;6. You stay at home and play games with your friends.&lt;br /&gt;5. You wear your backpack on both shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;4. You wear big mittens.&lt;br /&gt;3. Playing in the snow is a legitimate activity.&lt;br /&gt;2. You take naps.&lt;br /&gt;1. You look forward to cheese toasties.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-8250005758517768299?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/8250005758517768299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=8250005758517768299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/8250005758517768299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/8250005758517768299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2007/01/you-know-youve-been-in-university-too.html' title=''/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-876949983155348327</id><published>2007-01-08T12:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-08T12:21:56.710Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>urrrrm an update on me i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas hols were a lot of fun and i'm now back in the Valleys! went to Daves for new years with frenchie and drank a lot of wine then spent the three days before i came back to uni watchin desperate housewives lol gotta love azureus u can download anythin!&lt;br /&gt;so our house was bloody freezin for the first few days i was here and its been a mixed time of hard work and chillin in front of the tele with pip, i've really enjoyed jus loungin about with her drinking when tony montana says "fuck" or when a person dies/evidence is found on CSI tho i must say 3 hours of CSI nearly had me climbing the walls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;design work is all done and shiny in a sketchbook with black pages and white writing! (oh how alternative) just the Themes essay to finish for this week then its all about the Photography work as i still have 2 pics and a portfolio to produce for next week! woo woooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um i dunno um yeh im very boring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tara for now, hopefully somethin interestin will happen soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-876949983155348327?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/876949983155348327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=876949983155348327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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up perfectly as no one else ever has lol&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;i know your a dork who just parties harder than anyone else i know, is loud and obnocious some times but is just so sweet and kind hearted that it makes puppies and ice cream look hard as nails. plus your a really tops at cuddles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooo i feel all warm and fuzzy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-1653110432773483100?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/1653110432773483100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=1653110432773483100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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href="http://www.myheritage.com" title="MyHeritage Celebrity Collage" alt="MyHeritage Celebrity Collage" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/H/storage/site1/files/50/40/70/504070_01690964aba954lmf8tu18.JPG" width="500" height="574" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe John wright was right about delta all those years ago, i wonder where he is, and if hes grown a bit lol&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-7469804185766726924?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/7469804185766726924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=7469804185766726924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.boreme.com/boreme/funny-2006/us-whatever-p1.php"&gt;My United States of Whatever&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URRRRM not much goin on got drunk with the girls on thurs and have been watchin copious amounts of desperate housewives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on the mention of Paganism gaby said "come on its isn't a real religion is it" u can imagine my face.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;*%£&amp;amp;*)^&amp;amp;%^%((@:~:?&gt;~}{??????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-1322350077260520149?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/1322350077260520149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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with my new camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos its beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OFwfmKApTZc/RZAxI53b-NI/AAAAAAAAAAY/stcye4s3NpU/s1600-h/DSC03436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OFwfmKApTZc/RZAxI53b-NI/AAAAAAAAAAY/stcye4s3NpU/s320/DSC03436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012560414305417426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and i get to see my sister tomoro :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-4182829168968863536?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/4182829168968863536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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andy rees's girlfriend n so her boyf punches andy rees. basically the result is a split lip and a chunk out of my gum for me and her being banned for life :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s'all fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and it was longest day last night and i got WRECKED and pulled a hottie to cheesy christmas music lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-4557320034983366045?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/4557320034983366045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=4557320034983366045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-8713796917409464004</id><published>2006-12-11T22:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-11T22:11:17.964Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finish the sentences:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I've come to realize that my ex...is no longer an issue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am listening to... Red Is The New Black  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Funeral For a Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I talk...too much about stuff other people don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I love...music (nothing matters but the music!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My best friends...are my scaffolding as i am theirs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I lost... my orient teddy in greece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I hate it when people...make you feel bad for their lack of something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Love is...unknowable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Marriage is....out-dated and far too christian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Somewhere, someone is thinking...why them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I'll always be…able to surprise myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I have a crush on...no-one (very weird feeling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. The last time I cried was because... i felt that i couldn't handle another knock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. My cell phone...is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. When I wake up in the morning....i press snooze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Before I go to sleep at night.... i wonder if i'll wake up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Right now I am thinking about.... my evil neck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Babies are...not something i like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I get on myspace...after i get on kates blog, flickr and hotmail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Today I....attempted not to punch people i am growing to dislike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Tonight I will....not think about my bank balance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Tomorrow I will....make myself feel good by helping out the 1st years on their directing pracs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I really want...a quiet life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. The person who most likely to repost this is... no one as im posting it on my blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-8713796917409464004?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/8713796917409464004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=8713796917409464004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/8713796917409464004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/8713796917409464004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2006/12/finish-sentences-1.html' title=''/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-6699061663973826740</id><published>2006-12-10T13:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-10T14:05:14.321Z</updated><title type='text'>uuuuuurrrrrrrrrmmmmmmmmm</title><content type='html'>well terms almost over! i won't be sad to see this one go tho believe me lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically spent the week drinking and recovering from drinking Chiro party on weds was awesome wrecked by 8:30pm dressed as a cavegirl (again) don't really remember much other than pip giving the taxi driver lifestyle and health advice on the way back (we left early due to tiredness) but it was a lot of fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then friday we went out for seans birthday (even tho its not til the 20th) and that wasa fun night with all the peeps i lived with last year, everything got a bit on top of me that day tho was having serious problems seeing any good in myself and the occurances of the term so obviously at the end of the night i got ancy at sean for not being with me all the time lol i'm jus annoyed with myself for makin people feel stupid cos i know too much random shit and for spending the entire term moaning about whatever terrible thing had happened to me in the last 24hrs! but i love my sean and i know he'll be there for me whatever however hard that is for me to believe (yes i know i'm insane but i'm absolutly petrified i'd do something to cause a rift between us even tho i'm pretty sure i never could) yeeeeeeeeech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then last night Sazzle, Pol n Lucy had a house party which was very awesome got to hang out with some cool people i hadn't met before (LOVE YOU TRISTAN) and basically rocked it up all night. went a bit mental at some randomer that wasn't invited to the party n was being a dick to pol n luce about them askin him to leave, apparently i was scary heh. then stayed over at Lukes as we had a lot of shit to sort out he doesn't want a relationship and i don't think i do either we jus needed to make that clear to eachother as i was finding it hard to be normal around him n he noticed lol. god i jus made myself sound like a psycho obsessive but i'm not! he's a good mate n nothing else nod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i do sound like a psycho so i'm gonna stop now lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and the McFijan is back with his ex who apparently is short ginger n not overly attractive boooooo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-6699061663973826740?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/6699061663973826740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=6699061663973826740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/6699061663973826740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/6699061663973826740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2006/12/uuuuuurrrrrrrrrmmmmmmmmm.html' title='uuuuuurrrrrrrrrmmmmmmmmm'/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-3136148827628340932</id><published>2006-12-04T11:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-04T11:16:12.587Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well my sisters posted more than me in the last few weeks so i feel bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home for the weekend which was cool altho my leaving did seem to spark a certain person into revealing how she thinks of me which was nice, well not nice it gave me a very unpleasant trainride home but im sure she thought about that before she did it.  sigh. anyway went out with paulo n SarahG  on friday night, and all the redstars  pretty much turned up so that was fun :) even with the hour walk  home so we could all be walked home lol, then i went to watch arsenal spurs with harley n co (padge louis kat austin n sam) which sucked cos spurs lost n since theyr all spurs fans it was gay for them luckily i support the infamous O's who only drew :) then off to see New Found Glory in the evening where i was not expecting to seee a Miss Laura Snowling resident of '420' charleston residence Lake Louise 04-05 she was jus stood infront of me with her boyfriend steve i offered her some camera advice and when she turned round i realised it was her! freaky eh? awesome but a little scary she's jus finished her 2nd season out ther n this time Steve was with her which must have been awesome as the first season they did this whole crazy long distance thing. any way NFG were amazingly amazing i think iv only seen them once before so it was almost like a first time! urrrrm padge failed to get a t-shirt for a 5ver which has never happend before so thats a new one, next day(sunday) i woke up i watched a film called The Sundowners with Deborah Kerr trying to be aussie n coming out south american/texan but it was good if a bit long. then i traveled back on a very very packed train altho a nice man actually carryed my suitcase off at cardiff for me! i mean AMAZING!!! that never happens rejoice that ther r nice people in the world still!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-3136148827628340932?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/3136148827628340932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=3136148827628340932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/3136148827628340932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/3136148827628340932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2006/12/well-my-sisters-posted-more-than-me-in.html' title=''/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585149682682610914.post-602000091987874286</id><published>2006-11-24T00:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-24T00:17:17.308Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im like bored... everyone seems to be going home this weekend well everyone being the gals i live with and sean lol. so i shall have a very empty house all weekend and nothing to do well othe rthan an essay on ealing comedy which i enjoy tho its gettin the essay started thats the problem n i shud probly come up with some design ideas as well as we're now in a larger group n the people me n claire have joined with dont really have much we can work with, well as in to combine our 2 designs tho im sure we'll work soemthin out its still very urrrrrgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um i dunno i went to the taste of chaos tour o n tues with padge and that was awesome i appear to have bruised my knuckle in the mosh which would havebeen more impressive if i hadnt been moshing with like 16 year olds, we felt very old, ther was like never a que at the bar cos they asked everyone for id so non of the kiddies could get the smirnoff ice they so craved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got an email from Paul which was wicked as i havnt heard from him in like 8 months hes good living it up in teeside liek thers no tomoro! oh and Andy got mugged by a couple of chavs on sat night which is a bit shit his face is a total mess altho i dont think they broke his jaw which jus goes to show i cud have punched him when we broke up lol the only reason i didnt was cos i was worried id re-break his glass jaw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585149682682610914-602000091987874286?l=emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/feeds/602000091987874286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585149682682610914&amp;postID=602000091987874286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/602000091987874286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585149682682610914/posts/default/602000091987874286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-like-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>EmLah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03881621095276327316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uVevzxIpDc/TagBs5pEarI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JoLN0_89HkU/s220/15747_507465441427_339600080_309460_1732394_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
