<?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-6568467</id><updated>2011-08-05T14:02:23.987+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Munchkins and Rouge Bomadas</title><subtitle type='html'>this is my blog. Please dont aske me to explain the name, it was something random roma said once.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/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>329</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568467.post-115730838714030346</id><published>2006-09-03T19:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T19:33:07.203+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sup the world i have decided to abandon this wondeful example of bloggage for a shiny new blog all empty and without any rants. well without any rants yet. plus as itll be newer n emptier i may even get to post pictures on ther! ooo so without any further ado i hand over to mynew page............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.emlahsalwaysright.blogspot.com"&gt;Emlah's Always Right&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been fun old page of mine :'(&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/6568467-115730838714030346?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/115730838714030346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=115730838714030346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/115730838714030346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/115730838714030346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2006/09/sup-world-i-have-decided-to-abandon.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-6568467.post-115730356347937946</id><published>2006-09-03T18:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T18:12:43.500+01:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmmmmmmm</title><content type='html'>i think i'm gonna start up a new blog. i mean i have had this one a very very long time lol. i've just got a real urge to do it, and plus me not having been able to switch to beta with this account is probly a pretty obvious sign i shud retire this blog and start a new one! i probably should have done it  last year before uni but i dunno lol i really wanna start up a new one just so its fresh lol. ill post the website addy on here and make sure theres links n bits too it. plus i think it was martin n jodie coming up with the idea my webite shud be called Emilys Always Right.com that was the final poke in the eye. so here i go again on my ooowwwooowwwoooooownn&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/6568467-115730356347937946?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/115730356347937946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=115730356347937946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/115730356347937946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/115730356347937946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2006/09/hmmmmmmmm.html' title='hmmmmmmmm'/><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-6568467.post-115714492532157703</id><published>2006-09-01T21:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T22:08:45.350+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IIIIIIIIIM BAAAAAAAAAAACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol after much whinging and hoping and more whinging.. blogger switched my account back so now i can update  only now i cant think of anything to write&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im finally gettin a bit bored with guild wars no one seems to want to attempt the mission im on and im gettin frustrated with annoying monsters that are getting in my way! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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. martin was at frst shocked then delighted by my antics dont think i was what he was expecting! and me n jo had an awesome time dancing to the kooks and to boy kill boy and her mates were wicked too all about late 20s and much better at gettin drunk in the afternoon than in the evening but that was fun much fun and drinking games ensued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;top moments each day::::panic at the disco on friday fuckin eh dude proving that u can be popular and be incredibly musically talented AND THEY DIDNT RUN AWAY WHEN THE SINGER GOT KNOCKED OUT WITH A BOTTLE TAKE THAT FIDDY!!!!and me padge charmin n martin jumping around in the rain seriously crazy dancing to franz ferdinand!&lt;br /&gt; saturday it was the awesome automatic with their cover of Goldigga yes i phoned sean and WHATS THAT COMING OVER THE HILL IS IT A BUSSTOP IS IT A BUSSTOOOOOOP!! and the obviously muse were amazing so very very very very amazing :) arctic monkeys sucked tho&lt;br /&gt;and on sunday taking back sunday were good less than jake were immense mainly cos i sat on padges shoulders and we ran at other sets of people doing the same! then we randomly spotted boy kill boy doing an acoustic version of susie (imagine my face) and then maximo park were the last n one of the bests bands we saw :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lil shits in the tents next door will probly b grounded right now for their appearance on returning home and the guy who reckoned his pee could melt plastic has probly realised by now thats why his dicks fallen off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andy visiting the week before was really cool too. he liked my dad met my mum for a total of 5 mins (for the best really) and met paulo padge n sarahg. he was a hit and even tho we jus sat around watching abc1 for 2 days it was still really good :) and for once my sister wasnt the first person to christen one of our beds! I WAS WOOOOOOOOOOO lol. not that she needed to know that :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok thats enough for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 working days left til i can go back to uni wooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-115714492532157703?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/115714492532157703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=115714492532157703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/115714492532157703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/115714492532157703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2006/09/iiiiiiiiim-baaaaaaaaaaack-lol-after.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-6568467.post-115533815132701741</id><published>2006-08-12T00:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T00:15:51.350+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm a Model lol like really this is my comp card! heh :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7250/360/1600/EmilyHolmden_Front.JPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7250/360/320/EmilyHolmden_Front.JPG.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7250/360/1600/EmilyHolmden_Back_3images.JPG.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7250/360/320/EmilyHolmden_Back_3images.JPG.0.jpg" alt="" 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/6568467-115533815132701741?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/115533815132701741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=115533815132701741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/115533815132701741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/115533815132701741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-model-lol-like-really-this-is-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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568467.post-115524242618471923</id><published>2006-08-10T21:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T21:40:26.220+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stolen from my sister...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;150 Questions&lt;br /&gt;The Bold Ones Are The Ones I Have Done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. &lt;b&gt;Dyed your hair&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Been a DJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Climbed a mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Been arrested &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(yes ok im a bad person)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. &lt;b&gt;Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. Held a tarantula &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(fuck off no chance!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. &lt;b&gt;Taken a candlelit bath with someone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. &lt;b&gt;Said "I love you" and meant it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taught yourself an art from scratch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(snowboarding pretty much lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;b&gt;Done a striptease&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;12. Had a booth at a street fair&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;b&gt;Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;b&gt;Stayed up all night long, and watched the sun rise&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seen the Northern Lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;b&gt;Gone to a huge sports game&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Walked the stairs to the top of the Leaning Tower of Pisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Grown and eaten your own vegetables&lt;br /&gt;19. Touched an iceberg&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;b&gt;Slept under the stars&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Changed a baby's diaper&lt;br /&gt;22. Taken a trip in a hot air balloon&lt;br /&gt;23. &lt;b&gt;Watched a meteor shower&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Had to put someone you love into hospice care&lt;br /&gt;25. Had a body part of yours below the neck pierced&lt;br /&gt;26. Driven any land vehicle at a speed of greater than 100 mph&lt;br /&gt;27. &lt;b&gt;Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. &lt;b&gt;Had a food fight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Built your own PC from parts&lt;br /&gt;30. Taken a sick day when you're not ill &lt;i&gt;(rarely even taken one when i have been ill!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. &lt;b&gt;Asked out a stranger&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. &lt;b&gt;Had a snowball fight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Photocopied your bottom on the office photocopier&lt;br /&gt;34. &lt;b&gt;Screamed as loudly as you possibly can&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. &lt;b&gt;Picked up and moved to another city to just start over&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. &lt;b&gt;Enacted a favorite fantasy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Taken a midnight skinny dip&lt;br /&gt;38. Taken an ice cold bath &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(um why the fuck?!?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. &lt;b&gt;Had a meaningful conversation with a beggar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. &lt;b&gt;Seen a total eclipse&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;(France, summer of 1999)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. &lt;b&gt;Rode on a roller coaster&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hit a home run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Rode on a motorcycle &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(i wannnnnaaaaa!!!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. &lt;b&gt;Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. &lt;b&gt;Adopted an accent for an entire day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. &lt;b&gt;Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;(Leyton counts right?)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. &lt;b&gt;Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. &lt;b&gt;Rode a horse&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Had major surgery&lt;br /&gt;50. &lt;b&gt;Loved your job for all accounts&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. &lt;b&gt;Taken care of someone who was shit faced&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. &lt;b&gt;Had amazing friends&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(theyr the family you choose :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;br /&gt;55. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apologized to someone years after inflicting the hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. &lt;b&gt;Stolen a sign&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Backpacked in Europe&lt;br /&gt;58. &lt;b&gt;Taken a road-trip&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. &lt;b&gt;Rock climbing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Selected one "important" author who you missed in school, and read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. &lt;b&gt;Midnight walk on the beach&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Sky diving&lt;br /&gt;63. &lt;b&gt;Changed your name&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Been heartbroken longer then you were actually in love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(lol um yeh pretty much every time tis another contributer to my insania)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. In a restaurant, sat at a stranger's table and had a meal with them&lt;br /&gt;66. &lt;b&gt;Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Benchpressed your own weight&lt;br /&gt;68. &lt;b&gt;Milked a cow&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. &lt;b&gt;Alphabetized your records&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. &lt;b&gt;Pretended to be a superhero&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;(I'm Xena :))&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. &lt;b&gt;Sung karaoke&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. &lt;b&gt;Lounged around in bed all day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Posed nude in front of strangers&lt;br /&gt;74. Scuba diving&lt;br /&gt;75. Got it on to Let's Get It On" by Marvin Gaye&lt;br /&gt;76. &lt;b&gt;Kissed in the rain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. &lt;b&gt;Played in the mud&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. &lt;b&gt;Played in the rain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;br /&gt;80. &lt;b&gt;Done something you should regret, but don't regret it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Parasailed&lt;br /&gt;82. &lt;b&gt;Discovered that someone who's not supposed to have known about your blog has discovered your blog&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Skipped all your school reunions&lt;br /&gt;84. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Started a business &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(i sold thunderbirds hats made out of paper)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. &lt;b&gt;Dined in a restaurant and stolen silverware, plates, cups because your apartment needed them&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. ...and gotten 86'ed from the restaurant because you did it so many times, they figured out it was you&lt;br /&gt;87. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taken a martial arts class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Swordfought for the honor of a woman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(yup ME!!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Written your own computer language&lt;br /&gt;90. Gotten married&lt;br /&gt;91. Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;92. &lt;b&gt;Crashed a party&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. &lt;b&gt;Loved someone you shouldn't have&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. &lt;b&gt;Kissed someone so passionately it made you dizzy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Gotten divorced&lt;br /&gt;96. Had sex at the office&lt;br /&gt;97. Gone without food for 5 days &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(WHAT ARE U MAD!? fooooooood)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. &lt;b&gt;Made cookies from scratch&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. Won first prize in a costume contest&lt;br /&gt;100. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rode a gondola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101. &lt;b&gt;Gotten a tattoo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;102. &lt;b&gt;Found that the texture of some materials can turn you on&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;103. Rafted the Snake River&lt;br /&gt;104. Found out someone was going to dump you via Blogger&lt;br /&gt;105. &lt;b&gt;Got flowers for no reason&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;106. Masturbated in a public place&lt;br /&gt;107. &lt;b&gt;Got so drunk you don't remember anything&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;108. Gone back to school&lt;br /&gt;109. &lt;b&gt;Performed on stage&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;110. Been to Las Vegas&lt;br /&gt;111. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Recorded music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;112. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eaten shark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;113. &lt;b&gt;Had a one-night stand&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;114. Gotten someone fired for their actions&lt;br /&gt;115. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Changed someone's mind about something you care deeply about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;116. Bought a house&lt;br /&gt;117. Been in a combat zone&lt;br /&gt;118. Buried one/both of your parents&lt;br /&gt;119. &lt;b&gt;Shaved or waxed your pubic hair off&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;120. Been on a cruise ship&lt;br /&gt;121. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spoken more than one language fluently &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( i reckon i had german fluently for about 2 months at one point lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;122. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gotten into a fight while attempting to defend someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;123. Bounced a check&lt;br /&gt;124. &lt;b&gt;Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;125. &lt;b&gt;Read - and understood - your credit report&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;126. Raised children&lt;br /&gt;127. &lt;b&gt;Recently bought and played with a favorite childhood toy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;128. Eaten kangaroo meat&lt;br /&gt;129. Been a sperm or egg donor&lt;br /&gt;130. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eaten sushi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;131. &lt;b&gt;Found out something significant that your ancestors did&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;132. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Called or written your Congress person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;133. Slept through an entire flight: takeoff, flight, and landing (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this is me. so no. fucking planes shudder)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;134. &lt;b&gt;Slept for more than 30 hours over the course of 48 hours&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;135. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge&lt;br /&gt;136. &lt;b&gt;Sang loudly in the car, and didn't stop when you knew someone was looking&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;137. Had plastic surgery&lt;br /&gt;138. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Survived an accident that you shouldn't have survived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;139. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wrote articles for a large publication &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(i had a poem published in a kids poetry book. twas about a snail ;))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;140. Lost over 100 pounds at one time&lt;br /&gt;141. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;142. Piloted an airplane&lt;br /&gt;143. P&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;etted a stingray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;144. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Broken someone's heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;145. Helped an animal give birth&lt;br /&gt;146. &lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt;een fired or laid off from a job&lt;br /&gt;147. Won money on a T.V. game show&lt;br /&gt;148. &lt;b&gt;Broken a bone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;149. Had sex on a moving train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta daaaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-115524242618471923?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/115524242618471923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=115524242618471923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/115524242618471923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/115524242618471923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2006/08/stolen-from-my-sister.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-6568467.post-115480478687145368</id><published>2006-08-05T19:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T20:06:28.416+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this week felt really really long lol&lt;br /&gt;i think mainly cos on tuesday i worked myself up into such a state over what i thought was really bad hayfever or asthma that i had an anxiety attack at work, well they weren't the only contributers to it there was also the fact i don't particularly like/get on with my mumso she spends the entire rideto work trying to converse with me when i really dont ahve anythin to talk to her about, so she'll then start bitching about dad for the rest of the journey she doesn't understand that even tho i hate what he's done to us as a family i dont hate him, i  dislike him a lot at times but i don't like listen to her bitch about him for 40 minutes EVERYDAY! then of course theres  dad himself his drinking is driving me insane he's got about 2 hours worth of  personality left a week or that show it seems  cos most of the time hes  totally oblivious of EVERYTHING . and then of course there's not seeing Andy ever! and quitting smoking. so this basically led to a mini nervous breakdown.  which was an experience.  i just wish mum would realise that maybe if she cud react to silence or some comments with something other than a noise i wud make to someone without any brain power or  perhaps not taking everything i say as a dig as opposed to constructive critiscism or even me just repeating soemone elses words then i mite just be able to live with her! lol&lt;br /&gt;i have a total of 15 days til i see andy about 18 til reading and then about 20 odd days after that til i go back to uni. i just hope i can last that long else i may start climbing walls!&lt;br /&gt;so if mum wud just lose the martyr complex (EVERYTHING SHE HAS DONE SHE HAS CHOSEN TOO) and dad would just stop drinking (BUT HE NEVER WILL EVEN THO IT GAVE ME AN ANXIETY ATTACK) and Andy wud  move down here (but he can't cos of cricket and being tractor driver 2 and all. my summer wud definately improve. i think the thing mum doesnt realise is with the addition of the 1 hour journey to and from work i actaulyl talk to her more than i have in the last 5 years. or maybe even ever! ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i did land a modeling contract with StandOut Model Management so thats a good thing ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-115480478687145368?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/115480478687145368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=115480478687145368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/115480478687145368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/115480478687145368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-week-felt-really-really-long-lol.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-6568467.post-115473093379625863</id><published>2006-08-04T23:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T23:35:33.803+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Guido, he fix....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/5_ToNIzhzGA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/5_ToNIzhzGA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;my wife...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-115473093379625863?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/115473093379625863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=115473093379625863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/115473093379625863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/115473093379625863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2006/08/guido-he-fix.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-6568467.post-115473087382061994</id><published>2006-08-04T23:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T23:34:34.960+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Luigi  follow only the Ferraris....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/4a3-BIRPRPg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/4a3-BIRPRPg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;he really does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-115473087382061994?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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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-6568467.post-115419302894382149</id><published>2006-07-29T18:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T18:10:28.956+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Undead Monkey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/4UIoQv4OR9s"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/4UIoQv4OR9s" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;best best bit. i am in lvoe with this bit! xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-115419302894382149?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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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-6568467.post-115419283737062251</id><published>2006-07-29T18:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T18:07:17.410+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>an update an update WOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey evrybody! my life is so boring it aint worth talkin about lol. i got my drink spiked last week which was let me say an experience. i have several people riled up and ready to kill the bastard that did it :)&lt;br /&gt;um i've been at work and working thats about it lol. jus went to see pirates of the caribean 2 again. i love johnny depp he has such an amazing acting style. i love it! its like when he becomes focussed o something any humour u feel at his appearance or actions is wiped away and u know how serious it is! I mean thers about 5 actors ever that can do that! Marlon Brando, Johnny Depp, Kevin Spacey, Al Pacino and a little know immense actor called Lennie James.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i definately love films too much far too much. and my knowledge of angles and lighting and stuff makes me able to appreciate them more. i watched Apocalypse Now yesterday and spent the entire film in awe of Coppolas style. BASTARD I WANT IT 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/6568467-115419283737062251?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/115419283737062251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=115419283737062251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/115419283737062251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/115419283737062251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2006/07/update-update-wow-hey-evrybody-my-life.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-6568467.post-115326368739912638</id><published>2006-07-19T00:01:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T00:01:27.433+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>current theme:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Can't Stop, Gotta Date With Hate"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes are open like a book&lt;br /&gt;Her fingers stroke her hair to look&lt;br /&gt;A moment feels so out of place&lt;br /&gt;This will left standing in disgrace&lt;br /&gt;Paint your fingernails at night&lt;br /&gt;Style you hair in the bathroom light&lt;br /&gt;Hatred never looked this good&lt;br /&gt;Whoever thought it could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna wait or leave it up to fate&lt;br /&gt;'cause I just wanna watch you all night&lt;br /&gt;Screaming&lt;br /&gt;Andie, you goonie&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wake me up, I don't want this dream to...&lt;br /&gt;Andie, you goonie&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wake me up, I don't want this dream to...&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One kiss those lips could never lie&lt;br /&gt;But I know something isn't right&lt;br /&gt;Don't be fooled my friends aside&lt;br /&gt;'cause I see nothing in those eyes&lt;br /&gt;All said and done&lt;br /&gt;This won't be fun&lt;br /&gt;Make no mistake&lt;br /&gt;Those smiles are fake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna wait or leave it up to fate&lt;br /&gt;'cause I just wanna watch you all night&lt;br /&gt;Screaming&lt;br /&gt;Andie, you goonie&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wake me up, I don't want this dream to...&lt;br /&gt;Andie, you goonie,&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wake me up, I don't want this dream to...&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But believe me, I know it will always be moving&lt;br /&gt;I know we could find a key&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andie, you goonie&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wake me up, I don't want this dream to...&lt;br /&gt;Andie, you goonie&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wake me up, I don't want this dream to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the times that we suffered this before&lt;br /&gt;Never once did you ever close that door&lt;br /&gt;All the make up cannot hide the fact&lt;br /&gt;That you're gone and you're never coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love u prophets!&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/6568467-115326368739912638?l=biffysbabe.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-6568467.post-115317353228204635</id><published>2006-07-17T22:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T08:57:10.063+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sup the creeeeeeew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've just discovered that the pill im on causes depression! wahoooo lol. even tho im actually quite happy just been up to edinburgh to see andy and that was wicked. i always manage to make myself forget how un-romantic he is lol. i think maybe when i have aperiod of time with him longer than 2 days  i may have to tell him how annoying it is to feel like i'm the one maintaining our  relationship.  i know how much he cares but hes just so unused to being in this kind of thing he waits for me to come to him all the time and its just frustrating. i need to know he wants me in mreo than words i know how he feels i can see it but it would be nice if he was to express it! lol. i'm just having a down day so i'm gonna stop myself reading into it as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;i texted him earlier explaining why i may get jealous, or why i have before. we aren't talking bunny boiler jaelous here just u know, oh hes talking to them and having a good time. hmph i wish i was having that good time with him lol. i explained it as being when i can see he enjoys and aspect about a person or activity that i dont have or dont have an interest in. being me i want to provide all the entertainment he would ever need, but if that was so then we would be exactly the same n that wud hack me off within 2 minutes lol. i'm just too much of a perfectionist when it comes to things i enjoy, like andy or lighting or an idea or thought, i have to go through every angle it can be approached and then decide on which one benefits me or the other person inolved. it would be so much easier if i could see him all the time. but i cant so im gonna grin n bare it and stop gettin pissed off if he doesnt text me first!&lt;br /&gt;this is slipping into the place i was in with scott and i don't want that. argh why r the guys i like so withdrawn romantically? raa raaaa raaaaaaaaa. i refuse to be this person but having only mum n dad to actually see in the evenings is proving to be difficult. and i guess not smoking is a big issue too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats this weeks rant from the pill affected EmLah&lt;br /&gt;peace xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9:00 im calmer now, and even tho iv heard nothin back from him i know he'll have looked at the text gone "huh? what is she on about?" shaken his headand put his phone away lol. off to work for me. i wonder what philosophical musings i'll have today ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-115317353228204635?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/115317353228204635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=115317353228204635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/115317353228204635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/115317353228204635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2006/07/sup-creeeeeeew.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' 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What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;the big brother eviction show lol, but last song was.... New Transmission by lostprophets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What song makes you sad?&lt;br /&gt;  i'll be watching you, by whoever its by. (and galapogas is an AWESOME song Dan)&lt;br /&gt;  1979 by the Smashing Pumpkins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is the most annoying song in the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;    i dunno! shit! um maybe... um... nope no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your all time favorite band?&lt;br /&gt;  propably a draw between lostprophets muse and hundred reasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Your newly discovered band is?&lt;br /&gt;  The Fratellis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Best female voice?&lt;br /&gt;  Ella Fitzgerald&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Best male voice?&lt;br /&gt;  Colin from Hundred Reasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Music type you find yourself listening to most?&lt;br /&gt;  Metal and Ska-Punk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What do you listen to to hype you up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    The Progidy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What do you listen to to calm down?&lt;br /&gt;  Dashboard Confessional or Goo goo Dolls oh And South&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Last gig/concert you went to?&lt;br /&gt;  GOO GOO DOLLS!!!!!!!! (but im goin to lps tonight :&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Band you find yourself listening to the most right now?&lt;br /&gt;  Panic at the Disco and The Kooks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Most hated band?&lt;br /&gt;  um probably the Darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Song that makes you think?&lt;br /&gt;  anything where you can understand the lyrics and they aren't about "puching up my buttonz babe uh-huh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Band that you think the world should love as much as you do?&lt;br /&gt;  Hundred Reasons! everyones forgoten about my babys :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Coolest music video?&lt;br /&gt;  um i dunno the lostprophets one im in i guess ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Music video with the most babe watch?&lt;br /&gt;i don't care! um the lostprophets one Burn Burn cos im in it :&gt;:&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What "do you play/would you play" in the bedroom to spice things up?&lt;br /&gt;  uh i dunno lol foo fighters i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Can you play a musical instrument?&lt;br /&gt;   yessss cello, piano did play double bass once and my voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Ever been in a mosh pit?&lt;br /&gt;  moshing is the spice of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Are you in a band?&lt;br /&gt;  lol no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. If yes, what kind of music does your band play?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Ever dated a musician?&lt;br /&gt;  dont think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. If yes, what kind of music did he/she/they play?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. If no, would you consider?&lt;br /&gt;  yeh alll tho they tend to b temperamental&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you wish yourself that you were a musician?&lt;br /&gt;  i am a musician lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Best chick band you know of?&lt;br /&gt;  Distillers and yes they only have a chick frontwoman but what a woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Best guy band you know of?&lt;br /&gt;  blink 182 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Last song that you heard on the radio/cd...etc...?&lt;br /&gt;  um the BB theme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What do you think of Classical music?&lt;br /&gt;  i love classical music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What do you think of Country music?&lt;br /&gt;  i dunno what can be classified as country is dolly parton then i dont like it lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What do you think of Death metal?&lt;br /&gt;  great to watch and take the piss out of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Last BIG band that you saw live?&lt;br /&gt;  Goo Goo Dolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Are you a groupie?&lt;br /&gt;  i have been lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Do you listen to music in foreign languages?&lt;br /&gt;  have done in deutschland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. What famous musician do you find sexy?&lt;br /&gt;  BELLAMY BELLAMY BELLAMY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Funny Concert moment?&lt;br /&gt;  tom sprinting into one of the bars in the middle of brixton cos he didnt see it in the dark, he did a full somersalt :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Sad Concert moment?&lt;br /&gt;  um the last smashing pumpkins gig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Best local act you can think of?&lt;br /&gt;  Amberblacks, Join the AA today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. If you were a musical instrument what would you be?&lt;br /&gt;  probly a synthesiser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Do you listen to the radio?&lt;br /&gt;  yeh XFM rocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Do you watch music TV?&lt;br /&gt;  sometimes watch TMF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Do you follow the music charts, like the top 40?&lt;br /&gt;  naaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Have you met any famous musicians?&lt;br /&gt;  yup matt bellamy and muse, lostprophets several times. the Amberblacks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Are any of your friends/family etc musicians?&lt;br /&gt;  lol um Dan is and very good too,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Song that best describes your feelings right now?&lt;br /&gt;  the song on the new lps album that goes.. ANDY YOU GOOOONIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Song that describes your life?&lt;br /&gt;  Black Balloon Goo Goo Dolls or Oratario Hundred Reasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Do you know the names of all the band members that you listen to?&lt;br /&gt;  no i listen to far too many bands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Does a musicians physical attractiveness play a role in the music that you listen to?&lt;br /&gt;  lol no not at all, im just lucky with my taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. What famous musician do you want to marry?&lt;br /&gt;  MATT BELLAMY AND IAN WATKINS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Favourite movie sound track?&lt;br /&gt;  um MI2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Any musician pet hates?&lt;br /&gt;  Justin from the darkness sums them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. What do your parents listen to?&lt;br /&gt;  god lots of stuff dad mainly neil young and CSN and mum i think of as Queen and Billy Joel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. What are you listening to right NOW?&lt;br /&gt;  Nikki on BB being a nob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Do you wear band etc T-shirts?&lt;br /&gt;  have done, i do still in bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. What do you think of people who do?&lt;br /&gt;  i dont mind them so long as they actually listen to the band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. What music sub-culture do you feel like you belong to?&lt;br /&gt;  lol probly good old Greebo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. What song is stuck in your head right now?&lt;br /&gt;  Voodoo People the Pendulum Remix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Do you sing in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;  noooope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. If so, what? If not, why not?&lt;br /&gt;  i prefer to listen to the music im playing loudly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Would you rather marry a musician or be one yourself?&lt;br /&gt;  be one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. What is in your walkman/discman right now?&lt;br /&gt;  my MD has about 10 different albums on, and my Shuffle has lots of random stuff inc. take that and starlight express&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. How important is your partners taste in music to you?&lt;br /&gt;  rather important, i figure u can judge someones mental capabilities by their music tase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Hanson moves in next door to you, do you go introduce?&lt;br /&gt;  hell yes theyr so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Sex, Drugs and Rock n Roll, you dig?&lt;br /&gt;  everythin bu tthe drugs bit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Do you cook to music?&lt;br /&gt;  oh yes, the pancake mix is legendary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Do you sing on the toilet?&lt;br /&gt;  lol no that would be weird&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/6568467-115235891553574027?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/115235891553574027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=115235891553574027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/115235891553574027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/115235891553574027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2006/07/1.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-6568467.post-115221273931636898</id><published>2006-07-06T19:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T18:34:15.546+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok this is kates fault. but its fun!! plus im curious to see what comes up lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  everybody look at me, meee - nelly FURtado: ManEater (matty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. yeah no mama you lookin' gooood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i cannot think she sed it wasn't really true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. so much more about you that you never let me see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. sister im not much to talk to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. till the sun climbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. wait and die, its over my saviour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. unless you can see inside my head, you couldn't possibley understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. waaaahoooooo-ooooo-ooo-ooo-oooo mmmm-mmm-mmmmm you glowing light iiiiiit feeds my world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  daylight burns your sleepy eyes and its hard to see your dreaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  starlight expreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. the stars will cry, their blackest tears tonight Story Of The Year:Anthem of Our Dying Day - Matty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. you are not an open book, i cant do nothin bout that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. so the story begins... - Blur: Country House (kate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. i hear you screaming but i know that yu dont mean it and its&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. driving home in my car nearly midnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. oh i've been working all week i'm tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. did you see the way she looked at me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. in my hands good fortune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. sing this with me now, try to harmonise this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. its funny how i find myself in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. joke means something awful just like kisses on the necks of best friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. here comes the diesel train with a steel refrain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. coming out of my cage and ill be doin jus fine - The Killers: Mr Brightside (Kate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. everyday it comes to this, catch the things you might have missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get guessing peeps :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-115221273931636898?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/115221273931636898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=115221273931636898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/115221273931636898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/115221273931636898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2006/07/ok-this-is-kates-fault.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-6568467.post-115212591584122704</id><published>2006-07-05T19:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T19:59:07.790+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for those that care...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I PASSED heres my grades... (above 70 is a first NO ONE ever gets over 80 in first year even tho its out of 100)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popular Theatre:    69&lt;br /&gt;   attendence    60&lt;br /&gt;  essay    67&lt;br /&gt;  performance    75&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technical Studies    72&lt;br /&gt;  coursework    72&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directing 1    54&lt;br /&gt;  practical examination 1    55&lt;br /&gt;  practical examination 2    49    (which is not fair everyone has sed so and he sed he liked my piece!)&lt;br /&gt;  attendance    58    (which is not fair cos i missed one lesson all year)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theatre Scriptwriting     63&lt;br /&gt;  portfolio    63&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19th Century European Drama     56&lt;br /&gt;  attendance    54&lt;br /&gt;  essay 1    57&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intro to Drama    65&lt;br /&gt;  essay 2    65&lt;br /&gt;  essay 3 65&lt;br /&gt;  attendance    63&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photography Practical    69&lt;br /&gt;  coursework 1   68&lt;br /&gt;  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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-6568467.post-115184612251743132</id><published>2006-07-02T14:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T14:15:22.536+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lets all kill ronaldo let all kill ronaldo na na na na, da na na na. lets all kill ronaldo let all kill ronaldo na na na na, da na na na. lets all kill ronaldo let all kill ronaldo na na na na, da na na na. lets all kill ronaldo let all kill ronaldo na na na na, da na na na. lets all kill ronaldo let all kill ronaldo na na na na, da na na na. lets all kill ronaldo let all kill ronaldo 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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-6568467.post-115168793822707901</id><published>2006-06-30T18:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T18:18:58.243+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>right everyone. you all have to read all the books by Tamora Pierce. and no this isnt a random request lol. i've just finished re reading all of her books that are set in Tortall and i think everyone should have to joy i have from these fantastic tales. so do it! i dont expect u to read all 14 at once, start with the song of the lioness quartet and then move on. DO IT DO IT&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/6568467-115168793822707901?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/115168793822707901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=115168793822707901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/115168793822707901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/115168793822707901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2006/06/right-everyone.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-6568467.post-115140846231359162</id><published>2006-06-27T12:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T12:41:02.340+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>helllooooo&lt;br /&gt; sorry about the rage but i really do loathe the damned fouton. im very disappointed in my lostprophets boys, if only because i love them and the new album is another mainstream  sounding  contribution. i mean its not bad i like most of the songs, but i can predict the lyrics lol and the sound isn't as layered as it used to be! i can listen to a fake sound of progress song and still notice a bass line i hadn't realised was ther before, but the new one is very very shallow lol. i think its good but the songs are no shinobi or kobraiki, i reckon they shud return to the welsh valleys n record one in a shed again 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/6568467-115140846231359162?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/115140846231359162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=115140846231359162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/115140846231359162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/115140846231359162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2006/06/helllooooo-sorry-about-rage-but-i.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-6568467.post-115134710726131251</id><published>2006-06-26T19:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T19:38:27.276+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i need to break something human!!!!!! raaaaa im so fucked off with the fucking kit fucking fouton you would not believe. my left hand has now stopped working and i cant feel my thumb because its actually impossible to use the "wrench" thing that came with the kit to tighten the nuts n bolts properly. im gonna fuckin strangle one of the useless people in this house i swear!!!!!1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-115134710726131251?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/115134710726131251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=115134710726131251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/115134710726131251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/115134710726131251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-need-to-break-something-human-raaaaa.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-6568467.post-115048620694447873</id><published>2006-06-16T20:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T20:30:06.970+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sup tha creeeeew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not much happening really. been getting drunk a bit mainly to england matches lol. i now have more new shelves and they are BEAUTIFUL pics on flickr! i really dont have very much to tak about lol. i've been playing neopets mre again and i shud hopefully get my new game tomoro, is called Guilds and is like world of warcraft but free lol. seem more suited to me tho cos it isnt jus fighting skilss n stuff its areas of knowledge too. and we all kno i love that too much lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and got all indignant last nite cos padge n everyone let me walk home alone lol. what a sweetie eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok time to see if grace gets chucked out...&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/6568467-115048620694447873?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/115048620694447873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=115048620694447873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/115048620694447873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/115048620694447873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2006/06/sup-tha-creeeeew-not-much-happening.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-6568467.post-115005321917461970</id><published>2006-06-11T20:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T20:13:39.190+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>soooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not much going on here. went up to wolves to see kate n then down to birmingham to see andy. the first was fun the second more so. i had no idea nam had that many shops! we basically spent 2 days shopping lol. and even tho he was half asleep the entire time it was good to see my grumpy piece of manflesh.  altho it went by far too fast for my liking.&lt;br /&gt;im actually tempted to buy world of warcraft since kate got me started on it. i forgot how much i like adventure quest type games maybe if i can find one for under a  tenner ill invest..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmmmmm play.com i think.&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/6568467-115005321917461970?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/115005321917461970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=115005321917461970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/115005321917461970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/115005321917461970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2006/06/soooooooo-not-much-going-on-here.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-6568467.post-114950705313347956</id><published>2006-06-05T12:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T12:30:53.156+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh my god. they were so amazing. so so so so amazing!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant reproduce in words how good they were. but they had me in tears from happiness twice!!! i mean twice!!!!! lostprophets and funeral for a friend have managed it once each but i swear for the first half hour i was fighting tears the entire time cos they were so amazing!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&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/6568467-114950705313347956?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/114950705313347956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=114950705313347956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/114950705313347956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/114950705313347956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2006/06/oh-my-god.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-6568467.post-114943049446495959</id><published>2006-06-04T15:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T15:14:54.480+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i like sundays....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new lostprophets song on the radio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really amazing motogp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND IM GOING TO SEE GOO GOO DOLLS TONIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i just need andy to suddenly re-appear from kos...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i sorted through a load of old stuff filled a blackbag with stuff i dont need anymore. i hate getting rid of stuff but if i dont use it, don't need it and im just keeping it for  old times sake whats the point eh? lifes too short! and kate i found you one hundred dollar bill moneybox. do u want it!?&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/6568467-114943049446495959?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/114943049446495959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=114943049446495959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/114943049446495959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/114943049446495959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-like-sundays.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-6568467.post-114934058133016466</id><published>2006-06-03T14:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T14:16:21.353+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sup tha crew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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. i swear its so boring. and i have to do it for 2 months. ugh. i mean i owke up at 1 today and was like i'd have eaten my lunch by now and b just about to go for my 30min break....yikes. poor seans been beaten up! just shows u that the north is dangerous lol. nah hes not too bad jus got a broken nose. bastard who headbutted him better watch out tho. no one touches my bitch n gets away with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna get a german cd n start re-learning the language. cos i bloody love it and it ISNT ugly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched the last 3 episodes of series 5 of scrubs and now i want more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched the end of season 2 of lost last week n now i want more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im chattin away to Mattie on MSN so its basically last summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am so gonna get a bloody tan this year!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&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/6568467-114934058133016466?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/114934058133016466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=114934058133016466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/114934058133016466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/114934058133016466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2006/06/sup-tha-crew-sorry-its-essex.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-6568467.post-114892361796881763</id><published>2006-05-29T18:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T18:26:57.993+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how can u tell im done at uni and have nothing much to do... oh right this is me posting 2 days running. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my room has been re-vamped, heres the pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; well theyr on flickr. and don't worry the posters r still on the ceiling im scared to take them down cos of what cud b behind them 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/6568467-114892361796881763?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/114892361796881763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=114892361796881763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/114892361796881763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/114892361796881763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2006/05/how-can-u-tell-im-done-at-uni-and-have.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-6568467.post-114885763494673047</id><published>2006-05-28T23:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T00:07:14.966+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well i have returned to the land of the chav. hmmm. so far i have tried to ignore my mums "stupid people dont understand me" voice, which she has to use for work so as to make herself understood by the stupid people, but she seems to have forgotten how to turn it off dammit!! and seen 54 laps of the monoco gp so i shall b watchin the rest of it tomoro. also i just went n saw X3 n i bloody love it! lol immense film, n im goin to see poseidon on thursday so that'll b wicked too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pub golf was great!  thats last thursday (the 25th) i went to Southampton for Harleys birthday even tho his bday had been a week earlier. n we played pub golf. teed off at 3:30pm and iv never drunk that much in my life, i think my  digestive system is still suffering cos i didnt have a few days off drinkin as was last few nights at uni. but ill post the videos on here, mainly cos they is HILARIOUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it sucks that uni is over, i've made some fab friends who i shud b seeing over the summer, done a hell of a lot of interesting work, n gained an Andy. thats probly the most sucky bit, the one person im gonna miss the most, apart from maybe beky sean n emma is the furthest away with the least amount of free time. i know this gap will make or break us but id so rather just see him as often as other people get to see their beaus. i guess its just one of my lucky quirks, when i do get a man i cant actually b around him. grrrr. still ill see him when he gets back from holiday on the 8th i think. so that'll b good. then ill just have to grit my teeth n get more free minutes on my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life eh?&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/6568467-114885763494673047?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/114885763494673047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=114885763494673047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/114885763494673047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/114885763494673047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2006/05/well-i-have-returned-to-land-of-chav.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-6568467.post-114805385988233279</id><published>2006-05-19T16:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T16:50:59.900+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its been an interesting week, my final directing piece was super even if i do so say myself :)  the end of the day and everyones final pieces merited the entire drama course (pretty much) getting slaughtered at the the Otley n then on to Jumpin Jaks in cardiff. i have little memory of anything after 7 o'clock and i was still drunk for most of wednesday. it was a good night lol. now i just have my directing commentary to do before i can relax with me scotsman for a week before we head to opposite ends of the UK, well i go to essex he goes to Kos for a week then back to scotland. still i supose it will make the summer interesting.&lt;br /&gt;iv just dne a beautiful design for my next tattoo, which (finally) is a line drawing of a phoenix cos i no longer have to feel dodgy for having a tattoo of my brother in laws name lol, it basically looks like a landing bird with, you guessed it! a triskele worked into the lines of its tail, maybe ill make it more subtle but hey? why should i!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7250/360/1600/DSC02090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7250/360/320/DSC02090.jpg" alt="" 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/6568467-114805385988233279?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/114805385988233279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=114805385988233279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/114805385988233279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/114805385988233279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-been-interesting-week-my-final.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-6568467.post-114743219402162670</id><published>2006-05-12T12:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T12:09:54.036+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we went out to Walkabout last night for Kellys birthday (the 4th member of our house next year) and as its an aussie bar its full of drunken people. unfortunatly no hot ones, yes i know but im allowed to look dammit! heh. i made a serious error earlier in the day by telling beky the only bit of me that doesnt need a chiro is my feet. silly me. a girl trod on my foot in stilletos it very much hurts ery very very much. but here are the banners from the club...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7250/360/1600/DSC02026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7250/360/400/DSC02026.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;they wish eh hehehheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7250/360/1600/DSC02025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7250/360/400/DSC02025.jpg" alt="" 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/6568467-114743219402162670?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/114743219402162670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=114743219402162670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/114743219402162670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/114743219402162670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2006/05/we-went-out-to-walkabout-last-night.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-6568467.post-114736132432052398</id><published>2006-05-11T16:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T16:28:44.340+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey guys, sorry busy acting and directing and writing and what not. but i have had time to post my script on a new blog! so check it out the links on my sidebar :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-114736132432052398?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/114736132432052398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=114736132432052398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/114736132432052398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/114736132432052398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2006/05/hey-guys-sorry-busy-acting-and.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-6568467.post-114677002984297724</id><published>2006-05-04T20:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T20:13:49.856+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7250/360/1600/Emily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7250/360/320/Emily.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my roomie sarah took this pic today whilst i was out basking in the welsh wind. mmmmmmmm roooooooots&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-114677002984297724?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/114677002984297724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=114677002984297724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/114677002984297724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/114677002984297724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-roomie-sarah-took-this-pic-today.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-6568467.post-114667233514018641</id><published>2006-05-03T17:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T17:05:35.156+01:00</updated><title type='text'>so.................</title><content type='html'>i just thought id better post cos ive been a lazy cow lol. weeeell what has happened recently&lt;br /&gt;only like blokes realising they want me left right n centre lol. i was all set up to get it on with Matt n then out of the blue.... Andy turns round n says oh so is ther no hope for me then? i was like YOU ARE LIKE 7 MONTHS LATE AAAAHHHH but he said he was just scared cos he could never see an ending point with us, u know like me ging home from canada or the like so hopeless romantic that i am i promptly informed matt of andys pitiful timing and jumped on him. now this is Andy the scot not Andy Rio my ex hall mate who is also from essex. scottish andy has been on my photogrphay module and wednesday drinkin buddy all year. well now hes more than a buddy lol. tis weird tho, cant help thinkin its gonna go wrong if only cos its me and if u look at my past men a bit of a disastrous pattern is emerging so we'll have to wiat and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and I FINISHED ALL THOSE STUPID ESSAYS WAHOOOOOOOOOOOOO.&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/6568467-114667233514018641?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/114667233514018641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=114667233514018641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/114667233514018641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/114667233514018641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2006/05/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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568467.post-114634059611917400</id><published>2006-04-29T20:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T20:56:36.136+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well u all know i had my camera debut last week. check out my sexy pics!!! hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-114634059611917400?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/114634059611917400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=114634059611917400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/114634059611917400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/114634059611917400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2006/04/well-u-all-know-i-had-my-camera-debut.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-6568467.post-114617765551803091</id><published>2006-04-27T23:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T23:40:55.533+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS I LOVE STARLIGHT EXPRESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was like coming home.&lt;div 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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-6568467.post-114579959555193030</id><published>2006-04-23T14:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T14:39:55.563+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Quote....</title><content type='html'>What a Quote....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've achieved success in your field when you don't know whether what you're doing is work or play.&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/Warren_Beatty"&gt;Warren Beatty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor kimi. but what a good night out drinkin cosmos and punching bozos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-114579959555193030?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/114579959555193030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=114579959555193030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/114579959555193030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/114579959555193030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-quote.html' title='What a Quote....'/><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-6568467.post-114572001960710265</id><published>2006-04-22T16:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T16:36:12.853+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after much waiting and hoping and thinking and doing and here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7250/360/1600/March.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7250/360/400/March.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...is the March mural, i had a lot to squeeze in and i still missed people! how did i get so many photos when i was so busy i didnt stop for 2 weeks HOW???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmm i am thinking of a new blog layout. watch this space :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-114572001960710265?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/114572001960710265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=114572001960710265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/114572001960710265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/114572001960710265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2006/04/after-much-waiting-and-hoping-and.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-6568467.post-114564139668893199</id><published>2006-04-21T18:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T18:43:46.860+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>checkout my cool lil flickr flash badge! at the bottom of the side bar!&lt;br /&gt;im lovin it lol. i just got back to uni and i have everything i need in my nice room which isnt full of stuff i cant bear to chuck, whihc is full of all my favourite stuff and stuff i need lol. and lots of dvds and indiana beaver and alfred the winter rose who hasnt flowered at all and the £100 worth of food mum bought me. now do we think i can eat it in one day!? i may try :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep cool kiddies&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/6568467-114564139668893199?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/114564139668893199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=114564139668893199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/114564139668893199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/114564139668893199'/><link 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all of us &lt;br /&gt;Just the same you know I like the rain &lt;br /&gt;That ain't so obvious&lt;br /&gt;It's a beautiful sight I guess everybody's right &lt;br /&gt;This day belongs to all of us &lt;br /&gt;Even still I like with a chill &lt;br /&gt;That ain't so obvious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the normal &lt;br /&gt;We live and we die &lt;br /&gt;With no reason why &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a beautiful life and I've got it in my sights &lt;br /&gt;And that ain't for all of us &lt;br /&gt;It's a beautiful sound &lt;br /&gt;My life comes crashing down &lt;br /&gt;That ain't so obvious &lt;br /&gt;It's a beautiful sin and I'm doing it again &lt;br /&gt;And that ain't for all of us &lt;br /&gt;It's a beautiful life and I've got it in my sights &lt;br /&gt;Ain't that so obvious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the normal &lt;br /&gt;We live and we die &lt;br /&gt;With no reason why&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-114545527153007154?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/114545527153007154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=114545527153007154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/114545527153007154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/114545527153007154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-love-goo-goo-dolls-lol.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-6568467.post-114531499435894885</id><published>2006-04-17T23:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T10:27:30.356+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heylo world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just thought i shud make an effort and post lol. i went to wolves at the weekend it was pretty cool. the journey seems very short compared to cardiff lol. yeh i got that one to look forward too on friday wahoooo back to a worl of work and alchiemahol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out on saturday night with some people from kate's work and i must've spent about 10 mins staring at her mate Matt and saying "oh my god he's a dark haired Paul" he honestly is the split of Paul my Canada Buddy was very very scary and weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm also slightly in sock that me n Matt r still having releativly interesting conversations when the most time ive spent with him in the flesh is about 2 hours so hey thats hopeful lol, maybe i shud have gone for men wih shaved heads before now and saved all the hastle lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a nob lol. dont know where the stuff i wrote on here came from last nite. was very random especially seeing as im really not annoyed with them at all, things just tend to come out of nowhere when i type so im sorry my loveys! life wouldnt be the same without u!! xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wasn't supposed to be a rant folks but its the 17th and your lucky i'm not curled around a bottle of something with an empty pack of fags at my feet lol.&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/6568467-114531499435894885?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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-6568467.post-114527164948942696</id><published>2006-04-17T11:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T12:00:49.500+01:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Years</title><content type='html'>3 years gone.those of you who know me will know what i mean. everything is not forgotten and they are still remembered.&lt;br /&gt;longest 3 years of my life.&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/6568467-114527164948942696?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/114527164948942696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=114527164948942696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/114527164948942696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/114527164948942696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2006/04/3-years.html' title='3 Years'/><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-6568467.post-114460302015359523</id><published>2006-04-09T18:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T18:17:00.173+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VXcHWBp27jE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VXcHWBp27jE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-114460302015359523?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/114460302015359523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=114460302015359523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/114460302015359523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/114460302015359523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.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-6568467.post-114457861156519124</id><published>2006-04-09T11:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T11:30:11.576+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love my sister hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate: Kick-ass chick! says:&lt;br /&gt;what gig?&lt;br /&gt;Kate: Kick-ass chick! says:&lt;br /&gt;I a mso pisssed&lt;br /&gt;Kate: Kick-ass chick! says:&lt;br /&gt;7888888888888888888=yuuuuuuuuuu&lt;br /&gt;Kate: Kick-ass chick! says:&lt;br /&gt;cat!&lt;br /&gt;Kate: Kick-ass chick! says:&lt;br /&gt;lloooooovee yyyyyooou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ther u go matty it aint just u&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-114457861156519124?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/114457861156519124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=114457861156519124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/114457861156519124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/114457861156519124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-love-my-sister-hehe-kate-kick-ass.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-6568467.post-114410671547088553</id><published>2006-04-04T00:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T00:25:15.483+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok scrap that. I GOT TICKETS BABY YEEEAAAAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having spoken to my friend Robbie i eventually decided (about 3 hours after i sed naaaah i wont do that) to have a look at the coach and weekend tickets. and now i am the proud owner of 2 Chelmsford to Reading and weekend passes to the Reading festival. oh yes oh yes. fantasmic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU ROBBIE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-114410671547088553?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/114410671547088553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=114410671547088553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/114410671547088553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/114410671547088553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2006/04/ok-scrap-that.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-6568467.post-114409679763437198</id><published>2006-04-03T21:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T21:39:57.646+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am very unhappy. i sat here for 2 hours refreshing a stupid webpage trying to get my Reading tickets. now theyr sold out and ill have to et them off ebay for loads of money. that hardest thing is tho that i know theyr gonna be extra expensive right now cos its only just sold out. but i need to know i have reading to look forward too&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/6568467-114409679763437198?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/114409679763437198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=114409679763437198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/114409679763437198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/114409679763437198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-am-very-unhappy.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-6568467.post-114381993671202287</id><published>2006-03-31T16:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T16:45:36.806+01:00</updated><title type='text'>So Thats That</title><content type='html'>3rd year pracs done!!!! they all went really well and were so much fun to do and organise and light and sound n stuff :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mind you these last few weeks have been seriously intense. its 3 weeks 3 big things increased 3 fold. once more im thinking that that number, idea, symbol, image really is my main guide in life lol. work: all the tech stuff for the third years we were rehearsing our arses off, also our popular theatre performance needed to be done and went amazingly also although i could not keep a straight face, me! all my essays have now been given to me, have module choices to make and so on and so on. men: well they are being themselves but in an extreme way lol really they are! friends: i have been spendin so much more time with the people on my course and im loving it! like seriously so so much i'm kicking myself that i never used to see them that first term but oh my god its so much fun and immense being able to just chat about productions n lessons n ideas n stuff that would have to be explained to all but my closest peeps and these guys get straight away :).&lt;br /&gt;but of course witht he good comes the bad, this girl mel has turned into a complete bitch to me, sure i had a moan about her lecture/rehearsal ethics so i didnt mind that she had a go about it cos it wasnt exactly fair on my part, but to turn round and say im up myself and immature was harsh and then on top of that after i thought it was sorted out she turns around and tries to wreck my friendship with emma by saying i think shes useless and i always complain about how slow she is! she isnt slow at all! i love emma and i'd never need to bitch about her to anyone cos i can tell her straight up if shes pissing me off and she'll apologeise!!!!!!!! thats why i love her and wouldnt bloody bitch about her, especially not to mel!!!. grrrrrrrrr. also as well of this because of all my rehearsals and the like i havnt seen my flatmates as much mainly sean and i miss how close we were a few months ago why do i always end up drifting away from my male friends look at me n paul last year and then me n ryan before that! its just sad and i dont like it grr.&lt;br /&gt;but everything has tripled not just the 3 main things its hilarious, also could be damagin since i seem to now have a habit of sending embaressing drunken texts and trying to make sean sleep with me every night this week lol not quite sure why but hey!&lt;br /&gt;ok that should hold u for a while lol. love you all lots and lots and lots and im coming home tomorrow!!! PINK TOOTHBRUSH FOR A PARTY TOMORROW NIGHT!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7250/360/400/DSC01646.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-114381993671202287?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/114381993671202287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=114381993671202287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/114381993671202287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/114381993671202287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-thats-that.html' title='So Thats That'/><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-6568467.post-114290154121014866</id><published>2006-03-21T01:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T01:39:01.236+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heeeeey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry its been a while but i've been far too busy with tech stuff and directing stuff and bekys birthday and my masterpiece of a script and life in general... lol&lt;br /&gt;although for someone so busy i really have not got much to say! lol.&lt;br /&gt;ooo i got to be a ho in Sarahs video project, i basically just lay on a bed in a nighty n smoke n looked upset twas the easiest acting job ever AND i actually look good on the camera! so since the camera adds 10 pounds i figur i'll put on 10 pounds and look good lol.&lt;br /&gt;reeet i have a lighting sequence to plan around the march of the valkyries so off i go&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/6568467-114290154121014866?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/114290154121014866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=114290154121014866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/114290154121014866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/114290154121014866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2006/03/heeeeey-sorry-its-been-while-but-ive.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-6568467.post-114253284105473903</id><published>2006-03-16T19:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T19:14:01.073+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHEN WE GIRLS DRINK TOO MUCH.........&lt;br /&gt;1. We have absolutely no idea where our purse is.. and for some reason, that's ok.&lt;br /&gt;2. We believe that dancing with our arms overhead and wiggling our butts while yelling "WOO-HOO" is truly the sexiest dance move around.&lt;br /&gt;3. We've suddenly decided that we want to kick someone's ass snd honestlybelieve we could do it too.&lt;br /&gt;4. In our last trip to pee, we realize that we now look more like a homeless hooker than the goddess we started out at just 4 hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;5. We drop our 3am submarine sandwich/pizza slice on the floor, pick it up and continue eating it like its nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;6.We start crying and declare to everyone we see, including people we barely know, that we love them SOOOO MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;7. We get extremely excited and jump up and down every time a new song comes on because "OH MY GOD, I LOVE THIS SONG!"&lt;br /&gt;8. We're suddenly full of profound spiritual wisdom... and so is the geek next to us.&lt;br /&gt;9. We don't see anything wrong with making out with profs/co-workers/boss should they be around&lt;br /&gt;10. The urge to take off articles of clothing, get up on the table or bar and start to sing or dance becomes strangely overwhelming to us.&lt;br /&gt;11. Our eyes just won't seem to stay open by themselves, so we keep them half closed and think it looks incredibly sexy.&lt;br /&gt;12. We've suddenly taken up smoking and we believe we're really good at it&lt;br /&gt;13. We yell at the bartender who we believe has cheated us by giving us just orange juice, but that's just because we can no longer taste the vodka.&lt;br /&gt;14. We think we are in bed, but our pillow feels strangely like the floor.. or like the mop.&lt;br /&gt;15. We start every conversation with a slurred "Don't take this the wrong way but..."&lt;br /&gt;16. We fail to notice that the toilet lid is down before we sit on it.&lt;br /&gt;17. Our hugs begin to resemble wrestling take-down moves.&lt;br /&gt;18. We are tired, but we are troopers so instead of going home,we just sit on the floor wherever we are standing and take a quick nap.&lt;br /&gt;19. We begin leaving the buttons open on our button fly jeans to cut down on the time we're in the bathroom away from our drink.&lt;br /&gt;20. We take our shoes off because a) they're ridiculously impractical.. but soo beautiful! b) We believe it's the shoes' fault that we can't walk straight.&lt;br /&gt;21. No matter what got broken, thrown up on, stolen, no matter who said what or who went home with whoever else -we ALWAYS call each other the next day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-114253284105473903?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/114253284105473903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=114253284105473903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/114253284105473903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/114253284105473903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2006/03/when-we-girls-drink-too-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-6568467.post-114234418579316282</id><published>2006-03-14T14:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T14:49:45.803+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mattys drunk again ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt - In some other dive a thousand miles away. says:&lt;br /&gt;Emleeee&lt;br /&gt;Matt - In some other dive a thousand miles away. says:&lt;br /&gt;Embaleeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;Matt - In some other dive a thousand miles away. says:&lt;br /&gt;Hellooooooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;Matt - In some other dive a thousand miles away. says:&lt;br /&gt;Red red wine.....stay close to meeee eeeee eeeeeMatt - In some other dive a thousand miles away. says:&lt;br /&gt;You a snobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU MATTY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-114234418579316282?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/114234418579316282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=114234418579316282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/114234418579316282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/114234418579316282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2006/03/mattys-drunk-again.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-6568467.post-114194964167679293</id><published>2006-03-10T01:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T01:14:01.690+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>weeeeell&lt;br /&gt;its been an interesting week. i just had to tell off damo cos he keeps groping me saying 'ooo your boobs have grown' then when i punched him n sed i didnt like it yesterday he just laughed. at least he's sed he'll stop now but if he does it again i probly will knock him out. lol&lt;br /&gt;i'm so swamped like u wouldnt believe. this is how my week reads... Mon: rehearsal 12-1 lecture 1-2 SW homework and line learning rest of day. Tues: Directing 10-1 SW 2-4 research for 19th century essay and line learning rest of day. weds: 19th century 10-12, rehearsal 1-2 line learnin and tech work til 7 then score. thurs: seminar 12-1 tech 2-6 popular theatre work rest of day. friday: 10-11 rehearsal 11-1 popular theatre all the other work i havnt done like more SW and essay planning. then theres the weekend. which is more of the same, then of course thers rehearsals for the 4 3rd year pracs i have to tech. 2 of which i appear to b desinging too with the help of emma and goldie of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but shit man i thought 1st year was easy!!! and of course thers another essay comin from intro to theatre and all the other reading and research we have to do into practiioners and tracking down stuff for my directing piece (anyone got a gramophone!?!?) so it looks like up until easter i will b enjoying my nights as i think they'll b the oly time ill have free. and probly no then lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bu tu know, check out flickr for my pics from the last week, i think i dressed up as a total of 4 things.... Xena, a Bunny, a schoolgirl and a pixie. but hey, any guys i actually like, if one ever actually turns up will b pleased with my costume department lol. i swear if i dont get a guy soon and like him enough to tell the parents about him they really will write me off as either a slag (all my male mates at home) or a lesbian (cos i mainlt have male mates at home) lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tooooodle oooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-114194964167679293?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/114194964167679293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=114194964167679293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/114194964167679293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/114194964167679293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2006/03/weeeeell-its-been-interesting-week.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-6568467.post-114183627308089560</id><published>2006-03-08T17:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T17:44:33.093+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7250/360/1600/Feb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7250/360/400/Feb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and to think if i hadnt lost a load of pics this would have been a lot harder lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-114183627308089560?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/114183627308089560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=114183627308089560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/114183627308089560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/114183627308089560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2006/03/and-to-think-if-i-hadnt-lost-load-of.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-6568467.post-114175952788301473</id><published>2006-03-07T20:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T20:25:27.896+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VOFBf_1egyQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VOFBf_1egyQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my roomies r mental&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-114175952788301473?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/114175952788301473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=114175952788301473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/114175952788301473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/114175952788301473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-roomies-r-mental.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-6568467.post-114158249534217459</id><published>2006-03-05T19:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T19:14:55.356+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it was school disco again last nite hehe. heres dan afterwards. if i can make sean give me them we may even have dan before lol. the pics r in the usual place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dlz6nGhnqtc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dlz6nGhnqtc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-114158249534217459?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/114158249534217459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=114158249534217459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/114158249534217459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/114158249534217459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2006/03/it-was-school-disco-again-last-nite.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-6568467.post-114121840854910745</id><published>2006-03-01T13:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T14:06:48.616+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok 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;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FouhtRcvT_c"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FouhtRcvT_c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NZU-wMqBdJI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NZU-wMqBdJI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-114121840854910745?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/114121840854910745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=114121840854910745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/114121840854910745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/114121840854910745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2006/03/ok-so-emily-has-found-website-that.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-6568467.post-114116929900226637</id><published>2006-03-01T00:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T00:28:19.013+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7250/360/1600/DSC01265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7250/360/400/DSC01265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pancake day is fun :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-114116929900226637?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/114116929900226637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=114116929900226637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/114116929900226637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/114116929900226637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2006/03/pancake-day-is-fun.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-6568467.post-114100330602285295</id><published>2006-02-27T02:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T02:21:46.036+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Word Splash</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7250/360/1600/splash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="230" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7250/360/320/splash.jpg" width="301" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i nicked this off my sister, she nicked it off someone else, its all gravy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-114100330602285295?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/114100330602285295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=114100330602285295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/114100330602285295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/114100330602285295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2006/02/word-splash.html' title='Word Splash'/><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-6568467.post-114100256107579780</id><published>2006-02-27T02:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T02:09:21.086+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh and i may have forgotten to mention..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got 69% in my Photography module....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats 1% off a first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time i'll evaluate myself better&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-114100256107579780?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/114100256107579780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=114100256107579780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/114100256107579780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/114100256107579780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2006/02/oh-and-i-may-have-forgotten-to-mention.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-6568467.post-114088503571028233</id><published>2006-02-25T17:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T17:30:38.080+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry...Sorry...</title><content type='html'>been very busy since last i posted in my painful state lol.&lt;br /&gt;my laptop died of a hardware fault yesterday which sucked. especially since it was just outside of the warrenty. so i phoned sony and i hear the words "we don't actually make that model of laptop in europe..." i hung up wasn't worth the money. so i went a searching across the internet and came across Acer laptops. now these things aren't sony, whos products tend to die just outside of the warrenty, HP who won't fix theyr products or provide parts for other people to fix them, toshiba whos laptops is currently dying on a friend at uni or Dell who my mum has had a bad experience at work with. so now i have a cheap :) laptop with 100gb mem 1gb ram a fantastic graphics chip and a very very cool split screen thing :) so emlahs happy.&lt;br /&gt;sarah g came to visit me last week, was so immense i had such a great time, she was just what i needed as i was startin to get depressed that my life is boring, all i do is help out my mates and nothing ever seems to actually happen to me, ive just been chugging along learning loads of stuff about my chosen profession but in my actual life its been that same as it was the first 3 weeks at uni. that is actually all my life has been this term and perhaps a lot of last term too, the same presets reactions and occurances, im not saying whats been happening to other people is something i don't care about, i'd just like something to make my life change. im attempting to spark that this weekend so who knows :)&lt;br /&gt;but yeah sarah coming was so fucking immense i feel like the 3 days were just one long day where we got drunk 2wice lol.&lt;br /&gt;it was padgs 21st last nite which i had a lot of fun at, in our drunkeness we felt a touch neglected at the end of the night. but i suppose we arent home that often and padge has to have some friends that are there all the time, and we can't do that. its a bit shit, especially since i feel iv drifted from him more this year than last. and last year i was in a different country as well lol.&lt;br /&gt;i think thats the root of all my problems. i want to be back in last year despite all the physical and emotional traumas. it's almost as if my life ended when i came home, i expect thats why i was so convinced that there was definatly something fatally wrong with me lol.&lt;br /&gt;ah well shiny shiny laptop on which i can write my script..&lt;br /&gt;who knows i may even post it one day. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-114088503571028233?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/114088503571028233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=114088503571028233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/114088503571028233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/114088503571028233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2006/02/sorrysorry.html' title='Sorry...Sorry...'/><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-6568467.post-113982952824056145</id><published>2006-02-13T12:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T12:18:48.256+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chinese Food = Bad. Insides = Owie. Super Fry = Burnt Down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-113982952824056145?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/113982952824056145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=113982952824056145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/113982952824056145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/113982952824056145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2006/02/chinese-food-bad.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-6568467.post-113970218594962582</id><published>2006-02-12T00:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T00:56:25.950+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE THIS SONG</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;If I had a dollar bill for every time I've been wrong&lt;br /&gt;I'd be a self-made millionaire and you'd still be gone&lt;br /&gt;So hand me down my best dress shoes and my best dress shirt&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm going out in style to cover the hurt&lt;br /&gt;And all I wanna do all day is spend it in bed&lt;br /&gt;But that's bad for the body and even worse for my head&lt;br /&gt;So I'll try and find a place where no one will ask me a thing&lt;br /&gt;It'll help to forget and help me to sing&lt;br /&gt;Cause now I'm drunk again&lt;br /&gt;The means to my end&lt;br /&gt;And I'm scared of myself&lt;br /&gt;Cause now it's the same the faces and names&lt;br /&gt;And I'm scared of myself again&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wanted to wake up from your dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Scared you so bad you couldn't control your heart or your&lt;br /&gt;breathing&lt;br /&gt;Well walk out the door with me on the floor&lt;br /&gt;You don't care how I'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;I guess a weak and tired and frightened man is no longer&lt;br /&gt;appealing&lt;br /&gt;Some people have a gift of reaching right into your soul&lt;br /&gt;and finding the whole and making it&lt;br /&gt;bigger&lt;br /&gt;Baby sometimes I think I catch ya crackin' cynical smiles&lt;br /&gt;and in a short while you'll be my&lt;br /&gt;heart's grave digger&lt;br /&gt;Well there's not much I can do&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm at the mercy of you&lt;br /&gt;So baby I guess we're through&lt;br /&gt;Cause now I'm drunk again&lt;br /&gt;The means to my end&lt;br /&gt;And I'm scared of myself&lt;br /&gt;Cause now it's the same the faces and names&lt;br /&gt;And I'm scared of myself again&lt;br /&gt;Cause now it's all the same the faces and the names&lt;br /&gt;So go walk out the door you don't believe me no more&lt;br /&gt;And I'm scared of myself again&lt;br /&gt;If I had a dollar bill for every time I been wrong&lt;br /&gt;I'd be a self made millionaire and I wouldn't be singing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok so this song is about me! lol actually probly not but it always pops into my head when im hungover. almost as much as "I just woke up...everything was farked" does.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-113970218594962582?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/113970218594962582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=113970218594962582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/113970218594962582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/113970218594962582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-love-this-song.html' title='I LOVE THIS SONG'/><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-6568467.post-113940158088848730</id><published>2006-02-08T13:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T13:26:20.903+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How you know you're a child of the 90s:&lt;br /&gt;1) 10p Mr Frosty Ice Pops on long summer days!&lt;br /&gt;2) Gordon the Gopher!&lt;br /&gt;3) You could do or tried to do the Prodigy step. 'You're no good 4me....'&lt;br /&gt;4) You owned or longed for an Adidas three stripe tracksuit&lt;br /&gt;5) You owned a compilation tape with TOP TUNES such as "Mr Vain","What is love" and "Rhythm is a dancer" and 'How Bizarre, How Bizarre"&lt;br /&gt;6) Girls thought Blue Mascara was cool!&lt;br /&gt;7) Girls actually fancied Garry Barlow more than Robbie Williams&lt;br /&gt;8) The Racoons!(nuff said)&lt;br /&gt;9) You owned a pair of Nike Air Max, and wore them to death&lt;br /&gt;10) Mr Motivator (What ever happened to him?)&lt;br /&gt;11) Running on the spot dancing!&lt;br /&gt;12) You wore leggings/cycling shorts with long t-shirts&lt;br /&gt;13) You owned a Bennetton, NafNaf, sweater shop jumper or waistcoat&lt;br /&gt;14) Girls owned scrunchies in an array of colours and tacky headbands with their names written on in thick glitter&lt;br /&gt;16) You bought Smash Hits for the song lyrics and the immense amount of stickers that you would stick everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;17) You had a pen pal&lt;br /&gt;18) You could only watch the Simpson's on sky&lt;br /&gt;19) On a Saturday afternoon you watched Catchphrase, Gladiators,Generation Game, Noels House Partyand then Casualty&lt;br /&gt;20) You taped the Pepsi Chartshow on radio one and tired in vain to pause the tape before the annoying guy talked and ruined the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;21) Cans of Coke were 25p&lt;br /&gt;22) 10p Space Raiders Crisps&lt;br /&gt;23) A grey Fruit of the Loom jumper was a must have&lt;br /&gt;24) Sharkie &amp; George were the crimebusters of the sea&lt;br /&gt;25) Puffa jackets&lt;br /&gt;26) You used the line "it's a free country" every day&lt;br /&gt;27) The Sky Sports Blimp!&lt;br /&gt;28) Impulse body spray for girls&lt;br /&gt;29) Hooch Alcoholic Lemonade (where's it gone?!)&lt;br /&gt;30) 'Don't forget your toothbrush', 'TFI' and Big Breakfast&lt;br /&gt;31) You had at least one troll&lt;br /&gt;32) You know the dance to Macarena and Saturday Night.  You also tried to scat like Scatman John! Bi bat ba ba da bo...&lt;br /&gt;33) You watched Baywatch and longed for the day that Eddie &amp; Sharni got together!&lt;br /&gt;34) You watched Byker Grove 'ha ha ha whatcha laughin at!' the themesong ending :) and saw PJ get shot in the eye with a paintball!&lt;br /&gt;35) PJ and Duncan not Ant and Dec! Dodgy Pop Not Dodgy Presenting!&lt;br /&gt;36) Shellsuits &amp;amp; bumbags!&lt;br /&gt;37) You longed to live in Beverley Hills 90210&lt;br /&gt;38) Home and Away was a prime time ITV programe watched by millions&lt;br /&gt;39) You owned a Spice Girls album&lt;br /&gt;40) Fruit salads and black jacks!&lt;br /&gt;41) Strike it lucky on a sunday night with Michael Barrymore when he was straight &amp; married 42) Chain letters&lt;br /&gt;43) You had fake ID&lt;br /&gt;44) You remember Todd Landers in Neighbours&lt;br /&gt;45) You religiously watched Saved by the Bell on a Saturday morning!&lt;br /&gt;46) You more than likely lost/nearly lost a wobbly tooth on a wham bar!! 47) CK one (probably the fake one from the market)&lt;br /&gt;48) Going Live, then Live and Kicking was the place to be on a Saturday Morning - you know you remember the number 0181 811 8181&lt;br /&gt;49) You knew every word to the theme tune from Fresh Prince of Bel Air&lt;br /&gt;50) You collected Premier League Stickers and did swops at playtime&lt;br /&gt;51) Girls wore crappy lipstick such as - coffee shimmer, heather shimmer and birthday suit!&lt;br /&gt;52) You wore kickers and wallaby's with the tags hanging from them&lt;br /&gt;53) You thought saying - "I know you are, you said you are but what am I" to every cuss that that came your way!&lt;br /&gt;54) "Your mum!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;55) girls thought balck tights and white ankle socks looked kool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You loved the 90's!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so kate was right, I DID EVERYTHING ON THIS LIST, and most of it is still very cool :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-113940158088848730?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/113940158088848730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=113940158088848730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/113940158088848730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/113940158088848730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2006/02/how-you-know-youre-child-of-90s-1-10p.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-6568467.post-113927158211763214</id><published>2006-02-07T01:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T01:19:42.130+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Word Up</title><content type='html'>Heyloooo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im very sorry i dont update this as much as i used to but i am a busy buny. except for today when i go up at 3pm and basically did nothing but write my script and listen to Flanders and Swann.  ok so yeh im a bad person. but its Uncle Erics funeral today so i figured id have a solitary day out of respect since i cant be there. im mainly worried because i dont know if mums coping so well. or if dads being as supportive as he shud be, if she hadnt sed not to i would have been in nottingham for the funeral but she sed not to so here i am in treforest still.&lt;br /&gt;my laptop is dying. i love my laptop but my little SmegBox is getting very temperamental about DVDs and being on for long periods of time. i think a fix is in order in reading week. hopefully this guy mum knows will clear out the Registry and sort my baby out. i miss how she was :(&lt;br /&gt;oooo in Canada news... i met a guy who was out there last year, not just that he was at Sunshine. not just that he was part of the other World Challenge group and he knows everyone i know, in fact i probly do know him but have forgotten and since i was pretty drunk i didnt ask too many questions lol. but i do know where his room is, i looked up after recieving my beautiful new shoes and there it was, a sign for Delirium Dive at Sunshine. lol so im pretty sure hes in flat 3 block A hehe.&lt;br /&gt;not much else is goin on. still no men that look like they rnt sleaze balls. SIGH! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-113927158211763214?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/113927158211763214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=113927158211763214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/113927158211763214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/113927158211763214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2006/02/word-up.html' title='Word Up'/><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-6568467.post-113874853124273584</id><published>2006-01-31T23:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T00:02:11.273+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Day</title><content type='html'>its kinda worrying that Kates been posting more than me. but i have been caught up in many traumas. such as Dan calling Sean a Northern C**T just over a week ago, the sleepless nights and drunken walks and searches that followed. Dan is very mucha tit for saying this. everythings gettin back to normal now but it was rather an intense weekend. then there was gross panic over every phone call from mum just expecting bad news which set me off last weds. then i went to Rock Night on friday knowing full well that Ben would be meeting Dan there. i got thro the night mainly by gettin bloody drunk and spending an hour on hair and makeup so as to have enough confidence to be in the same rooms as someone that tore me into little pieces. then sean drank too much that very night and spent all night throwing up. scared the shit out of me somethin cronic. the of course theres Ruan who i really like and fancy but  i don't want to spoil the friendships within the group we have when it all goes wrong which it will cos i dont have intense feelings from the off. i love him to bits so i dont wanna hurt him at all. then on sunday mum told me that her Uncle Eric died, really sad cos he was a really cute old man, only guy left who really knew my mums mum so im pretty upset for her right now. the i got my directing marks and they were only around the 60% mark which pissed me off since some people that never go to the classes got better grades for attendence. but on a happy note i quit clintons and got to shout at lots of sleazy men and baby chavs :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out kids xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-113874853124273584?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/113874853124273584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=113874853124273584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/113874853124273584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/113874853124273584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2006/01/good-day.html' title='Good Day'/><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-6568467.post-113801939461554029</id><published>2006-01-23T13:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T13:29:54.626+01:00</updated><title type='text'>if u ever needed proof...</title><content type='html'>i decided last nite not to go to my lecture today then i had a dream and at one point i dreamt of a bakers and then a pub, heres what my dream book has to say....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baking And Brewing&lt;br /&gt;To dream of baking and brewing means a bad housewife, who lies in bed when she should be at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that made me laugh so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-113801939461554029?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/113801939461554029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=113801939461554029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/113801939461554029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/113801939461554029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2006/01/if-u-ever-needed-proof.html' title='if u ever needed proof...'/><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-6568467.post-113771822941872777</id><published>2006-01-20T01:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T01:50:29.433+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;sup guys sorry its been a while but ive been totally swamped with work. seems to be payin off tho, i got praise from my directing teacher and he never praises anyone like ever! i seem to know far too much abut comedy for Popular theatre and im gettin to grips with the lighting board and all the fiddly bits that go with it in tech so i can do lighting on a second years show and b a techy for a 3rd year production. wahoo&lt;br /&gt;men totally suck as ever, and yes harly i know this makes me sound once more like an american teenager but im fed up again lol. i liked this guy andy from my now finished photography module and im pretty sure he likes me too, but hes not a stay with one girl kinda guy so i never have any idea whats gonna happen when we end up at the union. i got a bit narky last night and stalked off i was drunk but also annoyed at all the pervy men who thought that my bag was my arse, nice aim boys well done. so i dunno whatll happen next time i encounter him. once more i guess ill make another guy friend and attempt to move on to pastures new. only problem is the depressing lack of hotties in this tiny valley in wales.&lt;br /&gt;on the plus side i now have a beautiful motorola Pebl U6 which u stroke to open lol. i finally ditched o2 and got a contract with orange who do a really really good student deal, i shud hopefully never go over my assigned texts again yeah wahoooo.&lt;br /&gt;we have hopefully found a house for next year, beky pippa and myself although its bekys dad whos doin the buying and the renovating, pips dad is a property lawyer so he'll help out and my parents can um... pay my rent?? maybe give me all the drama books on the bottom shelf and i can decorate or sexy lady pad with them. lol&lt;br /&gt;ok off to bed as i have popular at 11 tomoro, why does 11 seem early eh? 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/6568467-113771822941872777?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/113771822941872777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=113771822941872777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/113771822941872777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/113771822941872777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2006/01/sup-guys-sorry-its-been-while-but-ive.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-6568467.post-113708299613861060</id><published>2006-01-12T17:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T17:23:16.173+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello children of the 80's. Read this, it will take you back butbe careful 'cause it will also make you realise that you are nowactually quite old.......&lt;br /&gt;1.. Um Bongo, Um Bongo, They drink it in the Congo.&lt;br /&gt;2.. You played with "My Little Ponies."3&lt;br /&gt;.. Friendship bracelets were ties that couldn't be broken.&lt;br /&gt;4.. You ever read Nancy Drew.&lt;br /&gt;5.. The Hardy Boys, The Babysitters Club, Forever or Sweet Valley High.&lt;br /&gt;6.. You wanted to be on "Jim'll Fix It".&lt;br /&gt;7.. You wore one of those slap-on wristbands at some point...or heavenforbid one of those T-shirts that changed colour with heat (GlobalHypercolour).&lt;br /&gt;8.. You were upset when She-ra, Princess of Power and He-Man got cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;9.. You can remember watching Saved by the Bell.&lt;br /&gt;10..You even wore fluorescent-neon clothing... (if you can call itclothing!).&lt;br /&gt;11..You could break dance (ok, you wished you could).&lt;br /&gt;12..You remember when Amiga was a state of the art video game system.&lt;br /&gt;13.. You remember M.C. Hammer.&lt;br /&gt;14.. You can still sing the rap to "Fresh Prince of Bel Air".&lt;br /&gt;15.. You can remember when it was Jazzy Jeff and The fresh Prince and NOTjust plain Will Smith!&lt;br /&gt;16.. You own ANY cassettes.&lt;br /&gt;17.. You have ever pondered on why Smurfette was the ONLY female smurf.&lt;br /&gt;18.. My Little Pony, Gummy Bears and Transformers are familiar to you.&lt;br /&gt;19..You ever had a Swatch Watch.&lt;br /&gt;20..You believed that "By the power of Greyskull, you HAD the power!"&lt;br /&gt;21..With your pink (or blue) portable tape player, you sang to Kylie andJason!&lt;br /&gt;2..Partying "like it's 1999" seemed SO far away.&lt;br /&gt;23..You were led to believe that in the year 2000 we'd all be living in space.&lt;br /&gt;24..You recorded songs off the radio with your boom box.&lt;br /&gt;25..Your arm was full of rubber bracelets.&lt;br /&gt;26..You wore those wide, colourful shoelaces.&lt;br /&gt;27..You never questioned why the A-Team were always imprisoned in places&lt;br /&gt;that had sufficient tools to build an armoured tank.&lt;br /&gt;28..You ever did the top toggle of your coat up around your neck withouthaving your arms in the sleeves, and you knew you looked like a superhero.&lt;br /&gt;29..You remember watching a house inhabited by a jester, a pantomime horseand a woman who sneezed, and thinking that this was perfectly normal.&lt;br /&gt;30..You've ever had more than 10 sweets in a 10p mix-up.&lt;br /&gt;31..You could have got away with it if it wasn't for those meddling kids.&lt;br /&gt;32..You remember Fingermouse and Dangermouse (not forgetting his trustysidekick Penfold!).&lt;br /&gt;33..You remembered Monster Munch when they were 10p.&lt;br /&gt;34..When 'Computer' Tennis, Pac-Man and Donkey-Kong ruled.&lt;br /&gt;35..You remember hearing the tune then running out to buy an ice cream coneon a warm summer night - 99's, screwballs or a cider lolly.&lt;br /&gt;36..You got up extra early, especially to watch Saturday morning cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;37..You remember Ant and Dec as PJ and Duncan.&lt;br /&gt;38..Water balloons were the ultimate weapon.&lt;br /&gt;39..It wasn't odd to have two or three "best" friends.&lt;br /&gt;40..You remember when Snickers were Marathons and Starburst were OpalFruits.&lt;br /&gt;41..You remember when 25p was decent pocket money and you'd reach into amuddy gutter for 10p.&lt;br /&gt;42..Important decisions were made by going "eeny-meeny-miney-mo."&lt;br /&gt;43..Scrapes and bruises were kissed and made better and taking drugs meantorange-flavoured chewable aspirin.&lt;br /&gt;44..You called Going Live on 081 811 8181.&lt;br /&gt;45..And you had your own Gordon the Gopher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-113708299613861060?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/113708299613861060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=113708299613861060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/113708299613861060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/113708299613861060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2006/01/hello-children-of-80s.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-6568467.post-113621861433167966</id><published>2006-01-02T16:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T17:16:54.423+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>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;11. One in 10 Europeans is allegedly conceived in an Ikea bed.&lt;br /&gt;18. If all the Smarties eaten in one year were laid end to end it would equal almost 63,380 miles, more than two-and-a-half times around the Earth's equator.&lt;br /&gt;24. The 71m packets of biscuits sold annually by United Biscuits, owner of McVitie's, generate 127.8 tonnes of crumbs.&lt;br /&gt;25. Nelson probably had a broad Norfolk accent&lt;br /&gt;29. When faced with danger, the octopus can wrap six of its legs around its head to disguise itself as a fallen coconut shell and escape by walking backwards on the other two legs, scientists discovered. 40. An average Briton will spend £1,537,380 during his or her lifetime, a survey from insurer Prudential suggests.&lt;br /&gt;44. Rubber gloves could save you from lightning.&lt;br /&gt;45. C3PO and R2D2 do not speak to each other off-camera because the actors don't get on.&lt;br /&gt;49. Tim Henman has a tennis court at his new home in Oxfordshire which he has never used. (explains a lot!!)&lt;br /&gt;52. You're 10 times more likely to be bitten by a human than a rat.&lt;br /&gt;57. The man who was the voice of one of the original Daleks, Roy Skelton, also did the voices for George and Zippy in Rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;63. It takes less energy to import a tomato from Spain than to grow them in this country because of the artificial heat needed, according to Defra.&lt;br /&gt;67. Giant squid eat each other - especially during sex.&lt;br /&gt;68. The Very Hungry Caterpillar has sold one copy every minute since its 1969 publication.&lt;br /&gt;72. A towel doesn't legally reserve a sun lounger - and there is nothing in German or Spanish law to stop other holidaymakers removing those left on vacant seats.&lt;br /&gt;73. One in six children think that broccoli is a baby tree.&lt;br /&gt;76. The day when most suicides occurred in the UK between 1993 and 2002 was 1 January, 2000.&lt;br /&gt;77. The only day in that time when no-one killed themselves was 16 March, 2001, the day Comic Relief viewers saw Jack Dee win Celebrity Big Brother&lt;br /&gt;86. Hecklers are so-called because of militant textile workers in Dundee.&lt;br /&gt;91. Croydon has more CCTV cameras than New York.&lt;br /&gt;92. You are 176 times more likely to be murdered than to win the National Lottery.&lt;br /&gt;97. The mother of stocky cricketer - and this year's Strictly Come Dancing champion - Darren Gough was a ballet dancer. She helped him with his pivots.&lt;br /&gt;100. Musical instrument shops must pay an annual royalty to cover shoppers who perform a recognisable riff before they buy, thereby making a "public performance".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-113621861433167966?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/113621861433167966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=113621861433167966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/113621861433167966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/113621861433167966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-reading-this-100-things-we-didnt.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-6568467.post-113599157967388283</id><published>2005-12-31T02:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T02:12:59.686+01:00</updated><title type='text'>i um cant um</title><content type='html'>i cant think of anything to talk about lol. reckon my next dualogue will b on Waiting For Lefty, which is a cool little piece. um need to start actually writing in my photography journal. have been writing out a detailed synopsis for my script, basically writing it without the words or stage directions. im going to edwards in chelmo tomoro for new years altho it made harley a lil bit mad sorry my love xxxxxxxx. um i discovered im still very much not over the whole ben thing, but seeing how angry it made sarah was very comforting. and i cant wait to be back at uni and free :&gt;:&gt;&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/6568467-113599157967388283?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/113599157967388283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=113599157967388283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/113599157967388283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/113599157967388283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-um-cant-um.html' title='i um cant um'/><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-6568467.post-113554636492076757</id><published>2005-12-25T19:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T22:32:45.040+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas Dudes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope everyones had a good one!! mines been cool :) obviously its still weird that grandad aint here but i havnt been at home for a full christmas day since he died so it would be lol. but no its been a really cool day and i got lots of funky presents including a large amount of rubber ducks :) see below lol. last night was good. so many people i knew and hadnt seen in ages, people from quilters, anglo, stock brook other random people i know thro other people. it was absolutly rammed in the boar but worth it :)&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7250/360/320/DSC00869.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-113554636492076757?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/113554636492076757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=113554636492076757' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/113554636492076757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/113554636492076757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas-dudes-hope-everyones.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-6568467.post-113524725717483193</id><published>2005-12-22T11:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T11:27:37.186+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this made me laugh far too much, just cos i can see my sister doing it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIFT WRAPPING WITH THE HELP OF YOUR CAT   1. Clear large space on table for wrapping present.&lt;br /&gt;2. Go to closet and collect bag in which present is contained, and shut     door.  &lt;br /&gt;3. Open door and remove cat from closet.  &lt;br /&gt;4. Go to cupboard and retrieve rolls of wrapping paper.  &lt;br /&gt;5. Go back and remove cat from cupboard.  &lt;br /&gt;6. Go to drawer, and collect transparent sticky tape, ribbons, scissors,     labels, etc...  &lt;br /&gt;7. Lay out presents and wrapping materials on table, to enable     wrapping strategy to be formed.  &lt;br /&gt;8. Go back to drawer to get string, remove cat that has been in the     drawer since last visit and collect string.  &lt;br /&gt;9. Remove present from bag.  &lt;br /&gt;10. Remove cat from bag.  &lt;br /&gt;11. Open box to check present, remove cat from box, replace present.  &lt;br /&gt;12. Lay out paper to determine size to cut.  &lt;br /&gt;13. Try to smooth out paper, realize cat is underneath and remove cat.   14. Cut the paper to size, keeping the cutting line straight.  &lt;br /&gt;15. Throw away first sheet as cat chased the scissors, and tore the       paper.  &lt;br /&gt;16. Cut second sheet of paper to size - by putting cat in the bag the       present came in.  &lt;br /&gt;17. Place present on paper.  &lt;br /&gt;18. Lift up edges of paper to seal in present. Wonder why edges don't        reach. Realize cat is between present and paper. Remove cat.   19. Place object on paper, to hold in place while tearing transparent       sticky tape.&lt;br /&gt;20. Spend 20 minutes carefully trying to remove transparent sticky tape       from cat with pair of nail scissors.  &lt;br /&gt;21. Seal paper with sticky tape, making corners as neat as possible.  &lt;br /&gt;22. Look for roll of ribbon. Chase cat down hall in order to retrieve       ribbon.  &lt;br /&gt;23. Try to wrap present with ribbon in a two-directional turn.  &lt;br /&gt;24. Re-roll ribbon and remove paper, which is now torn due to cat's       enthusiastic ribbon chase.  &lt;br /&gt;25. Repeat steps 13-20 until you reach last sheet of paper.  &lt;br /&gt;26. Decide to skip steps 13-17 in order to save time and reduce risk of       losing last sheet of paper. Retrieve old cardboard box that is the       right size for sheet of paper.  &lt;br /&gt;27. Put present in box, and tie down with string.  &lt;br /&gt;28. Remove sting, open box and remove cat.  &lt;br /&gt;29. Put all packing materials in bag with present and head for a room       with a lock.  &lt;br /&gt;30. Once inside locking room, lock door and start to relay out paper       and materials.  &lt;br /&gt;31. Remove cat from box, unlock door, put cat outside door, close       and relock.  &lt;br /&gt;32. Repeat previous step as often as is necessary (until you can hear       cat from outside door)  &lt;br /&gt;33. Lay out last sheet of paper. (This will be difficult in the small area       of the toilet, but do your best)  &lt;br /&gt;34. Discover cat has already torn paper. Unlock door go out and hunt       through various cupboards, looking for sheet of last year's paper.       Remember that you haven't got any left because cat helped with       this last year as well.  &lt;br /&gt;35. Return to lockable room, lock door, and sit on toilet and try to       make torn sheet of paper look presentable.  &lt;br /&gt;36. Seal box, wrap with paper and repair by very carefully sealing with       sticky tape. Tie up with ribbon and decorate with bows to hide       worst areas.  &lt;br /&gt;37. Label. Sit back and admire your handiwork, congratulate yourself       on completing a difficult job.  &lt;br /&gt;38. Unlock door, and go to kitchen to make drink and feed cat.  &lt;br /&gt;39. Spend 15 minutes looking for cat until coming to obvious       conclusion.  &lt;br /&gt;40. Unwrap present, untie box and remove cat.  &lt;br /&gt;41. Go to store and buy a gift bag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-113524725717483193?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/113524725717483193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=113524725717483193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/113524725717483193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/113524725717483193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2005/12/this-made-me-laugh-far-too-much-just.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-6568467.post-113495012907367068</id><published>2005-12-19T00:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T00:55:29.076+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the final 2 prints now they r a touch strange so dont be alarmed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7250/360/1600/DSC00766.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7250/360/320/DSC00766.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7250/360/1600/DSC00768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7250/360/320/DSC00768.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see i rock lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well im all alone in my empty halls which sucks, and all cos i hate to disappoint people at work. me? a tit? YES. its not so bad i just dont like not having anyone to talk too. and then bloody IPTV/Cablecom stopped working which is the TV service i have trought the inet. so i missed Rome and a few other good programmes i could have happily gazed at for a while so instead i watched some Dwarf and 28 days later and now i reckon ill have a smoke and go to bed. i know smoking is bad but im all tight with agrevation due to lack of people. puts me on edge. my sister is silly for worrying i dont mind being alone so much its justa bit sucky when the TV breaks lol. i lov eu big sister please dont worry. ill be seeing you soon. cant actually believe its been since july. stupid wolverhampton move to wales the houses r cheap :). im  sure the cats would love it. and ther r loads of books shops in cardiff. in fact theres a little one in pontypridd that is just ur style floor to ceiling bookshelves stuffed with second hand books :)&lt;br /&gt;right bed now i reckon and a bit of a read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU ALL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-113495012907367068?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/113495012907367068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=113495012907367068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/113495012907367068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/113495012907367068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2005/12/final-2-prints-now-they-r-touch.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-6568467.post-113494957490317212</id><published>2005-12-19T00:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T00:46:14.943+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Count Down</title><content type='html'>10 Things You Might Not Know About Me&lt;br /&gt;1. I play the Cello very well :)&lt;br /&gt;2. I have a tiny birthmark on my chest which i constantly think is a spot.&lt;br /&gt;3. I get addicted to things really easily&lt;br /&gt;4. i really am a terrible snowboarder&lt;br /&gt;5. I read far too much&lt;br /&gt;6. im really not as hard arse as i make out.&lt;br /&gt;7. I have music in my head all the time.&lt;br /&gt;8. I write alternate endings for situations in my head in everyday life&lt;br /&gt;9. I ownevery muse cd (including all issues of singles) up until Absolution&lt;br /&gt;10. my ribcage used to be so large from singing i didnt look like i had boobs till i stopped practising lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine Places I've Visited&lt;br /&gt;1. Various places in France (favourite holiday destination).&lt;br /&gt;2. Lake Louise Canada&lt;br /&gt;3. Various places in Namibia (mainly Twyfell Fontain)&lt;br /&gt;4. Frankfurt am Main&lt;br /&gt;5. spain&lt;br /&gt;6. Vancouver, Montreal, Toronto, every city on the bus trip from jasper to toronto (thats a 62hr bus trip)&lt;br /&gt;7. Belgium&lt;br /&gt;8. Austria&lt;br /&gt;9. Greece (GO MUN JORDAN REPRESENT!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight Ways to Win My Heart&lt;br /&gt;1. Buy me Coke&lt;br /&gt;2. Hug me&lt;br /&gt;3. Don't think i make up whats happened to me so far. (ben your a bastard)&lt;br /&gt;4. dont assume im stupid cos im skinny and blonde.&lt;br /&gt;5. listen to my stories even if youve heard them before&lt;br /&gt;6. realise that i talk to other people about everything i do with you the same amount as i talk to you about what i do with them (yes dave i know u dont want to hear about uni as much as u heard about Canadia)&lt;br /&gt;7. Don't laugh if i start going overly technical about lighting and the english language&lt;br /&gt;8. if i start to rant about somethin that bores you stop me but tell me why u r stopping me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven Things I want to do Before I Die&lt;br /&gt;1. Direct a Full Play&lt;br /&gt;2. Pull off the Rainbow Rail at LL&lt;br /&gt;3. own first editions of every book by tamora pierce&lt;br /&gt;4. go to Cambodia&lt;br /&gt;5. Discover loads of fantastic music&lt;br /&gt;6. See my friends Suceed&lt;br /&gt;7. Actually have a relationship for longer than 2 months lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six Things I'm Afraid of&lt;br /&gt;1. Falling&lt;br /&gt;2. Being too high&lt;br /&gt;3. going deaf&lt;br /&gt;4. losing anyone else&lt;br /&gt;5. being caught between 2 mirrors&lt;br /&gt;6. rape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Things I don't Like&lt;br /&gt;1. BEING ALONE lol&lt;br /&gt;2. people that are content with being stupid&lt;br /&gt;3. Essex&lt;br /&gt;4. Having friends so far away (gay aussie people)&lt;br /&gt;5. Running out of power in my MD while walking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Ways to Turn Me Off&lt;br /&gt;1. Don't apologeise when you know you've done me wrong&lt;br /&gt;2. Be sleazy&lt;br /&gt;3. critisize my love of certain books and my anger about certain films&lt;br /&gt;4. Take the piss out of things you dont have a clue about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Things I Do Everyday&lt;br /&gt;1. Read a book.&lt;br /&gt;2. Drink Coke&lt;br /&gt;3. Sing loudly and often out of choooooon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Things that Make Me Happy&lt;br /&gt;1. Music&lt;br /&gt;2. Dancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing On My Mind Right Now&lt;br /&gt;1. that i upset my sister cos cablecom is gay and i forgot how worried she can get I LOVE YOU YOU BIG GAY. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-113494957490317212?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/113494957490317212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=113494957490317212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/113494957490317212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/113494957490317212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2005/12/count-down.html' title='Count Down'/><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-6568467.post-113451237603364443</id><published>2005-12-13T23:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T23:19:36.046+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here my dears are 5 out of my 7 final photos for photography :) i love it too much hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7250/360/1600/DSC00729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7250/360/320/DSC00729.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7250/360/1600/DSC00720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7250/360/320/DSC00720.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7250/360/1600/DSC00724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7250/360/320/DSC00724.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7250/360/1600/DSC00721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7250/360/320/DSC00721.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7250/360/1600/DSC00726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7250/360/320/DSC00726.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i just need to spend some more time in the darkroom with andy ;) and develope the other 2 i need, though of course that means the other 4 i need cos all my pictures r superimposed.&lt;br /&gt;chiropractic christmas party tomorrow which as an honorary chiro i have naturally been invited too lol. is hollywood theme and im going as Uma in Kill Bill YEAAAAAAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-113451237603364443?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/113451237603364443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=113451237603364443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/113451237603364443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/113451237603364443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2005/12/here-my-dears-are-5-out-of-my-7-final.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-6568467.post-113440030378607670</id><published>2005-12-12T16:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T16:11:43.970+01:00</updated><title type='text'>g'day</title><content type='html'>hello all. see i can post lots. would indeed have posted more if i hadnt been workin all weekend. i really am gonna quit. not yet tho as im gettin paid for christams and new year as it isnt our fault we cant work them. i reckon i shall do it once the motoracing season starts :) i like bikes and fast cars and kimi raikonnen and and lots of fast bikes nad james toseland and and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;grr Sean is being so grumpy/moody/reclusive lately but it only seems to be aroundme. i know this is the classic "ooooohhhhh your only ever weird with meeeee" thing but i swear hes been such a twat the last week. i go into his room in a good mood wantin to have a laugh and share it with the others and come out feeling flat. its getting quite annoying. grr i supose im just being good old paranoid emily but hey if i aint gonna be paranoid then who is. plus this means i will makea a good director as ill be so paranoid itll go shit ill spend loads of time making sure it wont. else ill just go to the pub. pub sounds better. lol&lt;br /&gt;im almost certainly only annoyed cos the last 2 times iv gone and knocked on seans door he hasnt even made the effort to open it. thats a bit of a slap in the face since i know hell let andy or sarah or julia in anytime. its just so frustrating RAAA lol&lt;br /&gt;one day i will come on here and be really happy. i suppose i should be right now cos this hot american dude seems to really like me, but he hasnt got a phone so its hard to get into contact with him. plus hes going home to america next week so whats the point really.&lt;br /&gt;hi im emily i deal in deadlines.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-113440030378607670?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/113440030378607670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=113440030378607670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/113440030378607670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/113440030378607670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2005/12/gday.html' title='g&apos;day'/><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-6568467.post-113403176957329892</id><published>2005-12-08T09:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T09:49:30.283+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hellooooo</title><content type='html'>Hey dudes. Harley guilt tripped me for not posting on here more often and i do feel bad. but then again he also said that it was like an american teen diary so im not sure if i shud b insulted or not.&lt;br /&gt;i just about pulled off the monologue, people said that the one i acted in was good, not sure whether i shud believe them theyr probly just being nice heh. and the one i directed i know was superb mainly cos of Seans acting (this is drama Sean not the one i live with) and we all went out afterwards and got pretty merry :) altho i did tell Jamie his acting seemed rushed to me, which offended beth as it was her directing, but she said it was supposed to b like that so i guess thats ok.i should not drink Stella it makes me mean :S. still i better get off to photography and play with some negetives and scottish people lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-113403176957329892?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/113403176957329892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=113403176957329892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/113403176957329892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/113403176957329892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2005/12/hellooooo.html' title='Hellooooo'/><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-6568467.post-113377730498479075</id><published>2005-12-05T11:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T11:08:25.206+01:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHhhhhhhhhhhhhh</title><content type='html'>I have so much woooooorrrrrkkkkk lol&lt;br /&gt;i have the monologues on tuesday and its almost gone in... then an evaluation of said monologue, thena presentation on thursday on surrealism which i havnt even started yet then im workin fri thro sun at gay cards. which i think im gonna quit cos they want me to work up from the 16-23 with on day off and having to negotiate london underground during strikes and with a heavy suitcase, im gonna have a word and try and finish on the 22nd and if they dont let me do it then ill give them my notice. GAY CARDS lol&lt;br /&gt;right i have to do something but i cant remember... oooo yeah the photos from the snow party up on flickr chicas :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-113377730498479075?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/113377730498479075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=113377730498479075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/113377730498479075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/113377730498479075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2005/12/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title='AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHhhhhhhhhhhhhh'/><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-6568467.post-113283754829193694</id><published>2005-11-24T13:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T14:05:48.303+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Betrayl!!!!</title><content type='html'>i went to see Jimmy Carr last night as opposed to the usual Wednesday night piss up at Score. and i sent Beky (who by the way was supposed to b at Jimmy Carr with me Andy n Sean but had some netball gayness to attend to) a text sayin and i quote...&lt;br /&gt;             "&lt;em&gt;Dude you should have come its immense dont forget to get drunk and profess my love for Sam lol x"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunatly not thinking what time it was and who i was sending to i failed to realise that Beky was already wasted and with Sam at the time. she promptly turned round showed him the text then walked off. now this really is hilarious and i admit i probably would have done the same. but still i can feel the embarressment its painful dude. seriosuly painful. but Sam is such a dude so lovely and funny lol which i admit i have always said whether i fancied him or no. all i can think is it s gonna be funny and awkward next time i see him&lt;br /&gt;so thank u beky, for the entertainment and the embarressment.&lt;br /&gt;by the by. im not mad at beky at all just a touch shell shocked lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-113283754829193694?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' 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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-6568467.post-113223427390432456</id><published>2005-11-17T14:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T14:31:13.950+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in one of those moods...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E6E6FA" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birthdate: November 2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F2F2FB"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so intuitive, it's like you have a sixth, seventh, and eighth sense.&lt;br /&gt;You connect with others freely and easily - and you tend to have many best friends.&lt;br /&gt;Warm and caring, it's hard for you to close your heart to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;Affection is like air for you - you need to give and receive it to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Your universal compassion &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: Your unpredictable mood swings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Mauve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Butterfly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: February&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Element is Earth&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatelementareyouquiz/earth.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: yellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your energy: balancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your season: changing of seasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated and responsible, you are a rock to your friends.&lt;br /&gt;You are skilled at working out even the most difficult problems.&lt;br /&gt;Low key and calm, you are happiest when you are around loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;Ambitious and goal oriented, you have long term plans to be successful.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatelementareyouquiz/"&gt;What Element Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFF774" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your IQ Is 115&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFCCA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/quickanddirtyiqtest/iq.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Logical Intelligence is &lt;b&gt;Below Average&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Verbal Intelligence is &lt;b&gt;Genius&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Mathematical Intelligence is &lt;b&gt;Above Average&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your General Knowledge is &lt;b&gt;Above Average&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/quickanddirtyiqtest/"&gt;A Quick and Dirty IQ Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not overly sure how my logical intelligence is so low when i got all the logic questions right....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-113223427390432456?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/113223427390432456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=113223427390432456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/113223427390432456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/113223427390432456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2005/11/in-one-of-those-moods.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-6568467.post-113208193641251505</id><published>2005-11-15T20:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T20:12:16.423+01:00</updated><title type='text'>OH NOOOO</title><content type='html'>have you seen the LL webcams?!?!? its fuckin puking. all the pictures show yummy powder. theres someone else working in starbucks now. its all beginning again. i wanna be there so badly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-113208193641251505?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/113208193641251505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=113208193641251505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/113208193641251505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/113208193641251505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2005/11/oh-noooo.html' title='OH NOOOO'/><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-6568467.post-113190660450794578</id><published>2005-11-13T19:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T19:30:04.516+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um....</title><content type='html'>....Seems i got Ben a bit wrong. we broke up i wont go into details but lets just say he hates me a lot for no reason. he seemed to think that i didnt fancy him and fancied everyone else. and im a liar, a two faced bitch and a slut. u heard it here first folks i emily ruth holmden am a slut of the highest nobility because i asked a guy for a lighter and i have many male friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you and goodnight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-113190660450794578?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/113190660450794578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=113190660450794578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/113190660450794578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/113190660450794578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2005/11/um.html' title='Um....'/><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-6568467.post-113172641301334370</id><published>2005-11-11T17:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T17:26:53.023+01:00</updated><title type='text'>are we not the coolest cats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7250/360/1600/Bestest%20Buddies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7250/360/400/Bestest%20Buddies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;in tribute to my ladies at uni. pip n bec i love u thank u for being there for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-113172641301334370?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/113172641301334370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=113172641301334370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/113172641301334370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/113172641301334370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2005/11/are-we-not-coolest-cats.html' title='are we not the coolest cats'/><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-6568467.post-113170332388656974</id><published>2005-11-11T10:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T11:04:22.610+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hrmmm</title><content type='html'>I suppose i should really have updated this like after my birhtday. mainly cos i got wasted/had an amazing time! lol ah well damage done. so the world of me eh? well after halloween and my birthday me n ben are pretty much now very much an item. which is good :) i also realise that i have been leaving a lot out of here just because of the people who could be reading this. and i hate that iv been censoring this towards the people that read it, and those i know dont read it i havnt cared about, and it was definatly easier in LL when i knew i was the only one from there that read this, well and my friends from home. here most people read it lol so i have to be a bit more sensitive which in some areas i have failed to do.&lt;br /&gt;im silly is the main answer to this.&lt;br /&gt;also i appear to have doen soemthing very strange to my shoulder. its just weird man like totally weeeeird. but hey since monday was the aniversary of knackering my hand...muscles not back yet folks;) i suppose if there hadnt been something motively wrong with me i would have gone out and done something to myself.&lt;br /&gt;went to see importance of being earnest on weds at the Cardiff Millenium Centre, easily one of the most beautiful buildings i have ever seen. it was just 2 guys playing all the parts using brechtian methods of "the costume declares the character" as opposed to the actor declares the charater. love it it was immense!!!! then afterwards we went to downtown Cardiff lol (we being Emma, Cath, Bonnie and myself) to meet Ben and his friends and Emmas 2 friends, well after wandering around and around what felt liek the entire millenium stadium we ended up in the right place. it was a really good night, i managed to balance being ther with ben like properly with ben and out with my girls, felt bad to start with that he didnt know anyone as his friends had left before we met him, but as alcohol flows so does conversation, especially when someone uve only just met eats a cigarette, a lit cigarette. i reckon strange things come with the name Matt dont u think Matty?? :)&lt;br /&gt;more pictures as and when :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-113170332388656974?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/113170332388656974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=113170332388656974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/113170332388656974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/113170332388656974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2005/11/hrmmm.html' title='Hrmmm'/><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-6568467.post-113155075232171682</id><published>2005-11-09T16:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T16:39:12.323+01:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOO</title><content type='html'>yeahh monologue!!! this is it, the one i have to learn for mels directing piece. all 800 and something words of it. GAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Arbuthnot:&lt;br /&gt;I do not know it. I do not feel it, nor will I ever stand before God’s altar and ask God’s blessing on so hideous a mockery as a marriage between me and George Harford. I will not say the words the church bids us to say. I will not say them. I dare not. How could I swear to love the man I loathe, to honour him who wrought you dishonour, to obey him who, in his mastery, made me to sin?&lt;br /&gt;No; marriage is a sacrament for those who love each other. It is not for such as him, or such as me. Gerald, to save you from the world’s sneers and taunts I have lied to the world. For twenty years I have lied to the world. I could not tell the world the truth. Who can, ever? But not for my own sake will I lie to God, and in God’s presence. No, Gerald, no ceremony, church-hallowed or state-made, shall ever bind me to George Harford. It may be that I am bound to him already, who, robbing me, yet left me richer, so that in the mire of my life I found the pearl or price, or what I thought would be so.&lt;br /&gt;Men don’t understand what mothers are. I am no different from any other woman except in the wrong done me and the wrong I did, and my very heavy punishments and great disgrace. And yet, to bear you I had to look on death. To nurture you I had to wrestle with it. Death fought with me for you. All women have to fight with death to keep their children. Death, being childless, wants our children from us. Gerald, when you were naked I clothed you, when you were hungry I gave you food. Night and day all that long winter I tended you. No office is too mean, no care too lowly for the thing we women love – and oh! How I loved you. Not Hannah, Samuel more. And you needed love, for you were weakly, and only love could have kept you alive. Only love can keep anyone alive. And boys are careless often, and without thinking give pain, and we always fancy that when they come to a man’s estate and know us better they will repay us. But it is not so. The world draws them from our side, and they make friends with whom they are happier with than with us, and have amusments from which we are barred, and interests that are not ours; and they are unjust to us often, for when they find life is bitter they blame us for it, and when they find it sweet we do not taste its sweetness with them… you made many friends and went into their houses and were glad with them, and I, knowing my secret, did not dare to follow but stayed at home and closed the door, shut out the sun and sat in darkness. What should I have done in honest households? My past was ever with me… and you thought I didn’t care for the pleasant things in life. I tell you I longed for them, but did not dare to touch them, feeling I had no right. You thought I was happier working amongst the poor. That was my mission, you imagined. It was not, but where else was I to go? The sick do not ask if the hand that smooths their pillow is pure, nor the dying care if the lips that touch their brow have known the kiss of sin. It was you I thought of all the time; I gave to them the love you did not need; lavished on them a love that was not theirs… and you thought I spent too much time in going to church, and church duties. But where else could I turn? God’s house is the only house where sinners are made welcome, and you were always in my heart, Gerald, too much in my heart. For, thought day after day, at morn or evensong, I have knelt in God’s house, I have never repented of my sin. How could I repent of my sin when you, my love, were its fruit. Even now that you are bitter to me I cannot repent. I do not. You are more to me than innocence. I would rather be your mother than – oh! Much rather! – than have been always pure… oh, don’t you see? Don’t you understand? It is my dishonour that has made you so dear to me. It is my disgrace that has bound you so closely to me. It is the price I paid for you – the price of soul and body – that makes me love you as I do. Oh don’t ask me to do this horrible thing. Child of my shame, be still the child of my shame!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-113155075232171682?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/113155075232171682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=113155075232171682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/113155075232171682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/113155075232171682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2005/11/wooo.html' title='WOOO'/><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-6568467.post-113155064418004936</id><published>2005-11-09T16:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T16:37:31.010+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="awkward" src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/nymphical/1100833691_awkward.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could give you a hug, but I don't want to&lt;br /&gt;get too close! You poor dear, always in the&lt;br /&gt;wrong situations, the wrong place, the wrong&lt;br /&gt;time....&lt;br /&gt;But, at least you are adorable...and you bring a&lt;br /&gt;lot of laughter into the world! You just need&lt;br /&gt;to be able to laugh at yourself as well.&lt;br /&gt;We love you, from a distance!&lt;br /&gt;You are &lt;i&gt;Startled&lt;/i&gt; by Dicksee. Do not give me&lt;br /&gt;that look, it is the painting title!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/nymphical/quizzes/Which%20Pre~Raphaelite%20Painting%20Are%20You?/"&gt;Which Pre~Raphaelite Painting Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-113155064418004936?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/113155064418004936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=113155064418004936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/113155064418004936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/113155064418004936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-wish-i-could-give-you-hug-but-i-dont.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-6568467.post-113139032453412302</id><published>2005-11-07T20:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T20:05:24.756+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some Great Answers to That Stupid Question:"Why aren't you married yet?"&lt;br /&gt;You haven't asked yet.&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping to do something meaningful with my life.&lt;br /&gt;What? And spoil my great sex life?&lt;br /&gt;Because I just love hearing this question.&lt;br /&gt;Just lucky, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;My fiance is awaiting his/her parole.&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting until I get to be your age.&lt;br /&gt;It didn't seem worth a blood test.&lt;br /&gt;I already have enough laundry to do, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Because I think it would take all the spontaneity out of dating.&lt;br /&gt;I'd have to forfeit my billion dollar trust fund.&lt;br /&gt;They just opened a great singles bar on my block.&lt;br /&gt;What? And lose all the money I've invested in running personal ads?&lt;br /&gt;We really want to, but my lover's spouse just won't go for it.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to have to support another person on my paycheck.&lt;br /&gt;Why aren't you thin?&lt;br /&gt;I'm married to my career, although recently we have been considering a trial separation.&lt;br /&gt;(For Single Mothers) Because having a husband and a child would be redundant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-113139032453412302?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/113139032453412302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=113139032453412302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/113139032453412302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/113139032453412302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2005/11/some-great-answers-to-that-stupid.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-6568467.post-113087887718548492</id><published>2005-11-01T21:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T22:00:29.476+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Iv turned</title><content type='html'>Ive turned into one of those people that doesnt post again.! mind you i have actually been quite busy tryin to get work done. plus mel wants me to do her monologue so i have to learn that. and i have to sort my own out, write more about my script, which somehow my teacher is managin to make me hate!&lt;br /&gt;i got very very wasted on halloween, mainly cos i started a bit of an argument between beky n pippa and when they wouldnt talk to eachother i basically decided to just get trashed. i dont remeber anythin after about 11pm me n ben had this huge in depth relationship discussion. but i still dont know if i want that with him or not. plus i then heard rumours via photoandy talkin to beky and sayin hed seen ben with some other bird these last few weeks. so i dunno. i reckon i shall just abstain from man issues.&lt;br /&gt;its hard to think that a year ago i was just startin out in canada, forgeing friendships and startin my job. for fucksake i was seein paul hehe weird. its very sucky that iv only seen rachel CB sinc e weve been back id love to see dave or paul. oh speakin of that i have seen someone else, elise came by on her travels and stayed over last weds was a total blast i cant wait til Aussie land next year. itll only b 3 weeks but itll b bloody good.&lt;br /&gt;\im gonna try n update more. if only to moan about stuff as i shouldnt burden everyone with my problems the whole time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7250/360/400/PICT0023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-113087887718548492?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/113087887718548492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=113087887718548492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/113087887718548492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/113087887718548492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2005/11/iv-turned.html' title='Iv turned'/><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-6568467.post-113027112594151499</id><published>2005-10-25T21:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T21:12:05.950+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sup</title><content type='html'>hey people whats goin down? i do expect updates from others too u know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well iv finally started doing some work. iv chosen my monologue (the one i have to direct) &lt;a href="http://www.complete-review.com/reviews/weissp/collect.htm"&gt;Marat/Sade&lt;/a&gt; its really cool all french revolutionaryness lol. iv been sick for the past few days and have therefore been missing a few lectures. which is annoying since they dont have the website running properly yet.&lt;br /&gt;iv been told i need to do a piece on the wonders of "knee sock night" but without any photos im finding it difficult. however u will soon find their DVD in the shops.&lt;br /&gt;man front is lookin boring again. but hey maybe one day. but thanks to sean whos been feeding me flu pills and makin me cups of tea all afternoon. ok so it was one cup of tea but stll good thought ther seany boy.&lt;br /&gt;will update if anythin interesting happens.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah the doctor on friday diagnosed my abdominal pains as......wait for it...... abdominal pains. theres another award there for british medical science.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-113027112594151499?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/113027112594151499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=113027112594151499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/113027112594151499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/113027112594151499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2005/10/sup.html' title='Sup'/><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-6568467.post-113010704514683586</id><published>2005-10-23T23:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T23:37:25.156+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Matty</title><content type='html'>From: Matt Hiser&lt;br /&gt;To: Emily Holmden&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Heeeeeee!1!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hawwo  emmoolllleeee!!!! Is matty ,  got pisseded tonight on vodka, it's funny we played  rinking agmeasss, Wales has los of shhepeps but not much whales caaseuues thye oddon  like the indusry. Baaaaa1!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love when matts drunk it makes me laff. im sorry i dont chat to u as much now matty but i actually have to do stuff during the day lol. as the song which just came on says: "your are my only girl but your not my Only" lol love it&lt;br /&gt;life goes on as per normal in glamorgan drinking and cross dressing included hehe. i will get the photos of the boys in womens clothes. and maybe even the knee sock saga.&lt;br /&gt;right im off to bed or rather to reeeaaaaad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU ALL MWAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-113010704514683586?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/113010704514683586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><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-6568467.post-112973759179757622</id><published>2005-10-19T16:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T16:59:51.803+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ABC's</title><content type='html'>A- AGE: 19&lt;br /&gt;B - BEST FRIEND: Harley/Padge/Frenchie&lt;br /&gt;C - CRUSH: All welsh rugby players&lt;br /&gt;D - DAD'S NAME: John Alan Holmden&lt;br /&gt;E - EASIEST PERSON(s) TO TALK TO: Frenchie, Harley, SarahG, jenny&lt;br /&gt;F - FAVORITE BANDS: lostprophets, finch, FFAF, hundred reasons, hard-fi&lt;br /&gt;G - GUMMY BEARS OR WORMS: worms&lt;br /&gt;H - HOMETOWN: Billericay, Essex&lt;br /&gt;I - INSTRUMENT: Cello&lt;br /&gt;K - KIDS: fuck off&lt;br /&gt;L - LONGEST CAR RIDE: Bus from Jasper to Toronto&lt;br /&gt;M - MONEY CURRENTLY: about 500 squids&lt;br /&gt;N - NUMBER OF SIBLINGS: 1 sister!&lt;br /&gt;O - ONE WISH: I could control myself&lt;br /&gt;P - PHOBIA(S): Depths&lt;br /&gt;Q - FAVORITE QUOTE: Incest is the new black&lt;br /&gt;R - REASON TO SMILE: when i sing to funeral and think of canadia&lt;br /&gt;S - SONG YOU LAST SANG: 'sugar we're going down' Fall Out Boy&lt;br /&gt;T - TIME YOU WAKE UP: whenever i have to go do somethin&lt;br /&gt;U - UNKNOWN FACT ABOUT ME: i broke my toe playing football whe i was 9&lt;br /&gt;V - VEGETABLE YOU HATE: Aubergine&lt;br /&gt;W - WORST HABIT(S): being too  sarcastic to people that dont know me well enough to tell lol&lt;br /&gt;X - X-RAYS YOU'VE HAd: elbow twice, hand 3 times, ribs twice&lt;br /&gt;Y - YUMMY FOOD: monster munch&lt;br /&gt;Z- Zodiac Sign: Scorpio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-112973759179757622?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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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-6568467.post-112972851515166015</id><published>2005-10-19T14:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T14:28:35.156+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Ho</title><content type='html'>Here we go lol. i cant think of anything to say heh. this weeks been pretty cool so far, i think i have all the skool disco fotos up on flickr, they r all very amusin it was a fun night all round i think :)&lt;br /&gt;i got a sunday job working for clinton cards (i like cards :)) im still tryin to work out wether bethan put in a good word for me lol. still its some extra dollar and now the GPs arent on it doesnt matter if im not about on sundays :)&lt;br /&gt;my new trainers came and they r currently rocking my and everyone elses socks off.&lt;br /&gt;Ben turned out to b a bit of a dick, i had a stomach ache on friday so i asked him to bugger off and he wouldnt then he did finally and i havnt heard from him since.... hrmmm i wonder what he wanted from me eh? actually i saw him a minute ago and he was like hi and i was like hi and that was...like... it. ah men. the fun :)&lt;br /&gt;currently attemptin to take 'interesting shots' for tomoros photography class and not gettin very far. but at least ive finally chosen my monologue, Marat/Sade by Peter Weiss looks good challenging and very french, even tho the author is german. ah well... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7250/360/320/DSC00244.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-112972851515166015?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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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-6568467.post-112946925281138787</id><published>2005-10-16T14:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T14:27:32.816+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Paranoia</title><content type='html'>for those of u who know my paranoia.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... matt just suggested that my "suppressed hiccup feeling" is Bird Flu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... thanks matt on behalf of all my friends :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-112946925281138787?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/112946925281138787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=112946925281138787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/112946925281138787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/112946925281138787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2005/10/paranoia.html' title='Paranoia'/><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-6568467.post-112930544354234340</id><published>2005-10-14T16:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T16:57:23.546+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Andy n Sean</title><content type='html'>A n S got a lil tipsy last night, check it out &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emlah"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-112930544354234340?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/112930544354234340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=112930544354234340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/112930544354234340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/112930544354234340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2005/10/andy-n-sean.html' title='Andy n 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-6568467.post-112930096851301217</id><published>2005-10-14T15:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T16:43:49.946+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dudee</title><content type='html'>allo chicas :) life update life update whoop whoop. sorry weird mood :)&lt;br /&gt;prospects man wise lookin good, this guy ben whos 26 and a guitarist (yes i know i seem to have a penchant for older men) has been showing increasing interest which i must say i like, hes a cute guy and takes my paranoia in his stride is definatly a good thing :) and hes taller than me too :) tho not sure yet whether he is when im wearing heels so ill have to test that tonight at rock night heh.&lt;br /&gt;friends wise all is gravy, made more mates on my course, even tho everyone is welsh and therefore most live in cardiff or ponty area and not actually on campus which explains why i never actually see them in the union. but theyr all fab i love it :) Beky has nabbed herself this cutie called Tim who seems good enough, although a trip back home to Epping (yes i know) this weekend where he'll see his Ex is worrying her. STOP IT BEKY HES SMITTEN. Pip and I have basically become lil wild children of the union gotta love it. and tho i have developed random abdominala nd occaisional chest pain im waiting til monday to go to the docs cos it could all b cold/freshers flu side effects. lets hope eh i dont wanna get sick and open a whole no chapter in the "holmden family tragedy" :) right munch time i think :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7250/360/1600/DSC00197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7250/360/320/DSC00197.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-112930096851301217?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/112930096851301217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=112930096851301217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/112930096851301217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/112930096851301217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2005/10/dudee.html' title='Dudee'/><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-6568467.post-112921624987598625</id><published>2005-10-13T16:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T16:10:49.883+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just remebered an old obsession. the Thylacine or Tasmanian Tiger has always fascinated me, i dont know why i suddenly remembered them but i was half asleep/half awake when i did so i guess that means something. i just always found their story so sad and they were such beautiful creatures. i used to watch every TV programme i could find and read all the books and everything. it sucks that something so unique was wiped out, altho i reckon theyr still out there somewhere, who knows maybe im meant to find them?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7250/360/1600/thylacine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7250/360/200/thylacine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7250/360/1600/Thylacine3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7250/360/200/Thylacine3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7250/360/1600/thylacine2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7250/360/200/thylacine2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7250/360/1600/Wendy-Jennings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7250/360/200/Wendy-Jennings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-112921624987598625?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/112921624987598625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=112921624987598625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/112921624987598625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/112921624987598625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-just-remebered-old-obsession.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-6568467.post-112920429703569141</id><published>2005-10-13T12:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T12:51:37.040+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Imagine if all major retailers started making their own condoms and kept &lt;br /&gt; their same slogan:- &lt;br /&gt; Sainsbury Condoms - making life taste better &lt;br /&gt; Tesco Condoms - every little helps &lt;br /&gt; Nike Condoms - Just do it. &lt;br /&gt; Peugeot Condoms - The ride of your life. &lt;br /&gt; Galaxy Condoms - Why have rubber when you can have silk. &lt;br /&gt; KFC Condoms - Finger Licking good. &lt;br /&gt; Minstrels Condoms - melt in your mouth, not in your hands. &lt;br /&gt; Safeway condoms - Lightening the load. &lt;br /&gt; Abbey National condoms - because life is complicated enough. &lt;br /&gt; Coca Cola condoms - The real thing. &lt;br /&gt; Ever Ready condoms - keep going and going. &lt;br /&gt; Macintosh condoms - It does more, it costs less, it's that simple &lt;br /&gt; Pringles condoms - once you pop, you cant stop &lt;br /&gt; Burger king condoms - Home of the whopper &lt;br /&gt; Goodyear condoms - "for a longer ride go wide" &lt;br /&gt; FCUK condoms - no comment required. &lt;br /&gt; Muller light condoms - so much pleasure, but where's the pain. &lt;br /&gt; Flash condoms - Just sit back, relax and let flash do all the hardwork. &lt;br /&gt; Halfords condoms - we go the extra mile. &lt;br /&gt; Royal Mail condoms - I saw this and thought of you. &lt;br /&gt; Andrex condoms - Soft, strong and very very long &lt;br /&gt; Renault condoms - size really does matter! &lt;br /&gt; Ronseal condoms - does exactly what it says on the tin &lt;br /&gt; Ronseal quick-drying condoms - its dry and waterproof in about 30 minutes &lt;br /&gt; Domestos condoms - gets right under the rim!!! &lt;br /&gt; Heineken condoms - reaches parts that other condoms just cannot reach &lt;br /&gt; Carlsberg condoms - probably the best condom in the world &lt;br /&gt; Mars condoms - a condom a day helps you work rest and play &lt;br /&gt; AA Condoms - for the 4th emergency service &lt;br /&gt; Pepperami condoms - its a bit of an animal &lt;br /&gt; Polo condoms - the condom with the hole!!! (VERY poor seller!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-112920429703569141?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/112920429703569141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=112920429703569141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/112920429703569141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/112920429703569141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2005/10/imagine-if-all-major-retailers-started.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-6568467.post-112904729094550356</id><published>2005-10-11T17:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T17:14:50.950+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Emily Needs...</title><content type='html'>Go to google.com and type "(your name) needs" Then pick the 5 funniest ones there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your name is James, you would put this in to the search engine: "James needs"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you got the idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. emily needs childrens services&lt;br /&gt;2. emily needs talent&lt;br /&gt;3. emily needs to be dating an apple developer&lt;br /&gt;4. emily needs help with a decision&lt;br /&gt;5. emily needs to define herself without a man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like the last one :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-112904729094550356?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/112904729094550356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=112904729094550356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/112904729094550356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/112904729094550356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2005/10/emily-needs.html' title='Emily Needs...'/><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-6568467.post-112904518027717844</id><published>2005-10-11T16:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T16:52:20.206+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src='http://images.quizfarm.com/1128292253Vimes.jpg'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Commander Samuel Vimes&lt;/b&gt;. You are Samuel Vimes! Captain of Ankh-Morporkâ??s city Watch! You are a knight, married to the very wealthy, noble lady Sybil Ramkin. You often walk the streets at night, and are able to tell where you are by the feel of the cobbles under your boots. You always do what is right â?? that is, what needs to be done â?? to keep the city safe, even when it seems bad.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Commander Samuel Vimes&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='94' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;94%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Esmerelda (Granny) Weatherwax&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='75' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;75%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Lord Havelock Vetinari&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='75' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;75%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Carrot Ironfounderson&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='69' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;69%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Gytha (Nanny) Ogg&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='63' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' 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bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;56%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Greebo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='50' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;50%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Cohen The Barbarian&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='44' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;44%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=82543'&gt;Which Discworld Character are you like (with pics)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-112904518027717844?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/112904518027717844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=112904518027717844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/112904518027717844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/112904518027717844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2005/10/you-scored-as-commander-samuel-vimes.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-6568467.post-112896590440893170</id><published>2005-10-10T18:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T18:38:24.413+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Is Fun, I Liiiiiike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far i have had to act :S which is just annoying cos tho i am a drama queen acting is very much not my forte :) but hey. life is interesting in many ways the men here are not half as fit as i figured they would be dammit, and after a mini-fling of my usual 2 days with roomie sean its better were just mates really as i dont wanna be living with him when he turns into an arsehole as all men i date do. but hey tis my liiiiifffeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my characters coming along really well so far for scriptwriting. im loving it, whod have thought itd be this easy to create a history out of thin air?!? and she doesnt even resemble me that much&lt;br /&gt;say hello to sean everyone hes leaning over my shoulder and breathing on me to piss me off!!!!!!! GAY BAR SEAN!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;so toodles ill post pictures when i get them&lt;br /&gt;STOP BITING MY HEAD!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-112896590440893170?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/112896590440893170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=112896590440893170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/112896590440893170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/112896590440893170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2005/10/life.html' title='Life'/><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-6568467.post-112877121163848415</id><published>2005-10-08T12:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T12:33:34.186+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gadday</title><content type='html'>Hey hey!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sup me rockers??  was rock night in the union last nite and i was loving it!!!! was like being back at the A n N or the Y all those years ago, only this time i could drink legally!!! ah so much fun, when they played chop suey i was like JENNNNYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!! and then they played Shinobi vs Dragonninja and i nearly hit the roof&lt;br /&gt;uni is so much fun!! i really actually have to get around to workin out how i want this impro to be directed and read all these plays but um. ebay is so much more fun.&lt;br /&gt;ok so yesterday seemed to be the day of "lets pick up emily and do something to her..." i was spun around very fast, thrown on the floor, held upside down for a very long time, had a door slammed on me yikes i know not what else lol. but its all fun eh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously tho this place is rather rockin WOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7250/360/1600/DSC001731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7250/360/200/DSC00173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks for stopping him bouncing me on my head Andy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7250/360/1600/DSC001451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7250/360/200/DSC00145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; The Ladies!! inc. stacie who we ALWAYS see in the toilets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7250/360/1600/DSC001561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7250/360/200/DSC00156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Sign on my door :) along with the Chav star of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-112877121163848415?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/112877121163848415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=112877121163848415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/112877121163848415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/112877121163848415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2005/10/gadday.html' title='Gadday'/><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-6568467.post-112852115967707542</id><published>2005-10-05T14:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T15:05:59.686+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Scotty doesnt know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Me n Matty have just been singin along to this....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scotty doesn't know that Fiona and me&lt;br /&gt;Do it in my van every Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;She tells him she's in church but she doesn't go&lt;br /&gt;Still she's on her knees and&lt;br /&gt;Scotty doesn't know!&lt;br /&gt;Oh Scotty doesn't know!&lt;br /&gt;So Don't Tell Scotty!&lt;br /&gt;Scotty doesn't know!&lt;br /&gt;Scotty doesn't know!&lt;br /&gt;So Don't Tell Scotty!&lt;br /&gt;Fiona says she's out shopping,&lt;br /&gt;But she's under me and I'm not stopping...&lt;br /&gt;Because Scotty doesn't know!&lt;br /&gt;Scotty doesn't know! (X3)&lt;br /&gt;So don't tell Scotty!&lt;br /&gt;Scotty doesn't know!&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell Scotty!&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe he's so trusting,&lt;br /&gt;While I'm right behind you thrusting.&lt;br /&gt;Fiona's got him on the phone,&lt;br /&gt;And she's trying not to moan.&lt;br /&gt;It's a three-way call and he knows nothing!&lt;br /&gt;Scotty doesn't know!(X3)&lt;br /&gt;So don't tell Scotty!&lt;br /&gt;Scotty doesn't know!(X3)&lt;br /&gt;We'll put on a show!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone will go!&lt;br /&gt;Scotty doesn't know!(x3)&lt;br /&gt;The parkin lot&lt;br /&gt;Why not?&lt;br /&gt;It's so cool when you're on top!&lt;br /&gt;His front lawn in the snow&lt;br /&gt;Life is so hard because&lt;br /&gt;Scotty doesn't know!&lt;br /&gt;We did it on his birthday...&lt;br /&gt;Scotty doesn't know!(X4)&lt;br /&gt;Scotty doesn't know!&lt;br /&gt;Scotty won't know!&lt;br /&gt;Scotty doesn't know!&lt;br /&gt;Scotty's gotta know!&lt;br /&gt;Gotta tell Scotty!&lt;br /&gt;Gotta tell him myself!&lt;br /&gt;Scotty doesn't know! (X10)&lt;br /&gt;[Chant] Scotty doesn't know! (x7)&lt;br /&gt;[Chant] Scotty's gotta go! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7250/360/320/HPIM08611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Im sorry Scott there was no way i could put the song up without this pic :))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-112852115967707542?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/112852115967707542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=112852115967707542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/112852115967707542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/112852115967707542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2005/10/scotty-doesnt-know.html' title='Scotty doesnt 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-6568467.post-112844172155424234</id><published>2005-10-04T16:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T17:02:01.613+01:00</updated><title type='text'>FunFunFUn</title><content type='html'>it sucks about Ronnie Barker :(. ill always remember watching stuff like porridge and open all hours with me dad before he became mr i reckon its good to drink a litre of vodka a day. if i have half the comic talent he had ill be sorted, actually if i have half the comic talent my dad had when i was younger ill be more than sorted. argh i refuse to get depressed. its only cos i havnt been reading and listening to music enough. i hate being the person that needs alone time to stay sane. grrrrrrr make me feel such a recluse.&lt;br /&gt;i so love pip n beky. we have so much fun, sometimes in a group of 3 friends u can feel an imbalance but we appear to have it sorted :) lovin it :)&lt;br /&gt;i get to invent a whole new character for scriptwriting, direct a short improv for directing and probly wear lots of black and heavy make up for photography hehe.&lt;br /&gt;i miss my crew tho, wish i cudve seen the girls more over the summer. but hey were different people now i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7250/360/320/SUC30013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-112844172155424234?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/112844172155424234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=112844172155424234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/112844172155424234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/112844172155424234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2005/10/funfunfun.html' title='FunFunFUn'/><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-6568467.post-112824624159524420</id><published>2005-10-02T10:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T10:44:01.600+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Allo</title><content type='html'>well im still alive&lt;br /&gt;just&lt;br /&gt;lol nah im loving it all the pics are up on flickr and i really will start updating this regularly again!! the last few days have basically been us (me beky n pip) goin out at night and gettin laggered and us (me sean andy dan beky and pip) arseing around during the day lol. i tried out for the Badminton team yesterday but turns out there is no womens team this year cos there wasnt enough interest last year. which sucks, but i played for an hour and a half and turns out i still have some skill :) so suck to all u lot that reckon i cant do sport!!! granted i ache a touch today, and my lungs have gone into shock from over use but still lol.&lt;br /&gt;iv got a stalker already woohoo. this guy Damo seemed really nice, even tho hes from Brentwood :S so u know i think alright bit early in the year but hey what the hell?!? next night we go to the union and there he is snoggin another girl!!. he spent about half an hour denying it and another half apologeising. me being drunk i didnt really care. then yesterday i realised i dont actually like him all that much at all!! and he turned up outside my window last night all romeo n juliet stylee, except juliet liked romeo cos he wasnt a cock... sean and andy r lookin out for me tho which is cool :) i really like sean hes such a random guy and he gives the worlds best hugs!!!!&lt;br /&gt;anyway im off to Cardiff to go shopping :):):):) bye bye student loan :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6568467-112824624159524420?l=biffysbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/112824624159524420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6568467&amp;postID=112824624159524420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/112824624159524420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6568467/posts/default/112824624159524420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biffysbabe.blogspot.com/2005/10/allo.html' title='Allo'/><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>
