<?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-10641946</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:13:34.486+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blah Diary</title><subtitle type='html'>The Story of One Man Against The World. Should be Fun!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>361</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-7484212452081443703</id><published>2007-08-18T15:33:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T15:41:35.758+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Blog</title><content type='html'>Post number 362.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it the show on here is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would just like to thank a few people, the ones I'd like to thank by name are Lauren, Hayley, Samya, Amanda &amp; Colleen.  Wow 5 females actually kept giving me the confidence to continue writing for 2 &amp;amp; a half year plus.  I would also like to thank everyone else who contributed in some way, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can catch my blogs on Myspace (which I still hate) or leave me a comment &amp; if I have your details I'll be in touch (or just email me at one of the 3 addys I check monthly &amp;amp;amp; I'll get back to you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takecare people &amp;amp; yeah it's a wrap....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terry Tel Whateva!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-7484212452081443703?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/7484212452081443703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=7484212452081443703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/7484212452081443703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/7484212452081443703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2007/08/goodbye-blog.html' title='Goodbye Blog'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-6361889898169673169</id><published>2007-07-28T20:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T20:28:26.105+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4l7_YaB6kA/RquYmDhX22I/AAAAAAAAAA4/l53QEPH-I6I/s1600-h/baby1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4l7_YaB6kA/RquYmDhX22I/AAAAAAAAAA4/l53QEPH-I6I/s400/baby1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092331583220210530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't post here much anymore, no randoms or interweb friends comment here anymore so I can't be arsed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of my new addition 2 the family baby Emily.  My sis is quite happy now she has a boy &amp;amp; a girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-6361889898169673169?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/6361889898169673169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=6361889898169673169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/6361889898169673169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/6361889898169673169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-dont-post-here-much-anymore-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4l7_YaB6kA/RquYmDhX22I/AAAAAAAAAA4/l53QEPH-I6I/s72-c/baby1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-4554035565564442403</id><published>2007-07-15T11:17:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T11:18:04.995+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Woot</title><content type='html'>My sis had a baby girl just now, woot! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I haven't been here in awhile, it got boring.  I'll be back here during the week with an update.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-4554035565564442403?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/4554035565564442403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=4554035565564442403' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/4554035565564442403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/4554035565564442403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2007/07/woot.html' title='Woot'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-472017525645104156</id><published>2007-06-16T12:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T12:47:09.713+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fathers Day Meh.</title><content type='html'>Fathers Day here in the UK this Sunday.  Why does my mum make me feel guilty about buying someone a card that isn't my father?  I have done just to save on the hassle &amp;amp; other problems but meh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-472017525645104156?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/472017525645104156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=472017525645104156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/472017525645104156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/472017525645104156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2007/06/fathers-day-meh.html' title='Fathers Day Meh.'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-7616991522451527779</id><published>2007-06-14T13:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T13:03:08.785+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Yep this is part one of a project I'll be putting together.  I have choosen to put some lyrics together that have meant something to me on a personal level or to inspire me to do better at certain things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is about losing the love of your life &amp; accepting that it was probably your fault apart from the lyrics from the song Where You Been/Encore?  Where You Been is a much more personal lyric about  my father &amp;amp; Encore is where I wish to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the songs don't represent my life in the same way as his but I like Jay-Z stuff in paticular because hey I can relate to these lyrics &amp; I think that's what music is about.  If you feel you have any lyrics that come to mind with stuff in your life post them up &amp;amp; that.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt; You used to hold me, told me that I was the best&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;  Anything in this world I want I could posess&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;  All that made me want is all that I could get&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;  In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets... (when I was young)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;b&gt;Regrets&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; ------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Can't even enjoy myself at a party unless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; I'm on the dance floor hot ass vest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; You think I'm freakin' these chicks right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; I'try not to brush against they chest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; You get a lawsuit for shit like that, I feel trapped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt; I hate all girls with alterior motives&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;  That's why I'm twenty plus years old, no sons no daughters&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;  Hate putting my life in the hands of fake promoters&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;  Hear the hate in my voice right? I hate that you noticed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;b&gt;Lucky Me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; --------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; You're my best friend's sister, grown woman and all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; But you see how I am around girls; I ruin 'em all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; It ain't like, I ain't tell you from day one, I ain't shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; When it comes to relationships, I don't have the patience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt; I don't want you to hate me, this is about us&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;  Rather me; I ain't ready to be what you want me to be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;  Because I love you, I want you to leave, please&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;b&gt;Soon U'll Understand&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; --------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; I wanted to walk just like him (remember?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; wanted to talk just like him (word)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; often momma said I look too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; and I thought just like him (it could happen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; wanted to drink Miller nips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; and smoke Newports just like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; but you left me, now I'm goin to court just like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; I would say "my daddy loves me and he'll never go away"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; bullshit, do you even remember December's my birthday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; do you even remember the tender boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; you turned into a cold young man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; with one goal and one plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; get mommy out of some jam, she was always in one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; always short with the income&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; always late with the rent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; You said that you was comin through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; I would stay in the hallway (waitin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; always playin the bench (waitin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; and that day came and went&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Fuck You! very much you showed me the worst kind of pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; but I'm stronger and trust me I will never hurt again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; will never ask mommy "why daddy don't love me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Why is we so poor?, why is life so ugly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Mommy why is your eyes puffy?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; please don't cry everything'll be alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; I know it's dark now, but we gon' see the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; It's us against the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; we don't need him, right? (right)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; mommy drivin 6's now (yeah), I got riches now (yeah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; I bought I nice home for both of my sisters now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; we doin real good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; we don't miss you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; see how life twists around, fucker?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where You Been?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; It was the cheese helped them bitches get amnesia quick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; I used to cut up they buddies, now they sayin they love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Used to tell they friends I was ugly and wouldn't touch me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Then I showed up in that dubbed out buggy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; And then they got fussy and they don't remember that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; And I don't remember you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt; They say you can't turn a bad girl good&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;  But once a good girl's goin bad, she's gone forever..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;  I'll mourn forever&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;  Shit I gotta live with the fact I did you wrong forever&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;b&gt;Song Cry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; --------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt; December 4th, a child is born&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;  Before I knew it, had my pops trousers on&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;  That's how we do it when the man of the house is gone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;  You either, stand or fall, I chose to stand&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;  The hawk outside, so I blow my hand&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;  It's a cold cold world but I overstand&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;  Tryin to stay focused but I feel hopeless damn&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;  Can't cope with bein broke, I'm a man - c'mon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;b&gt;The Streets&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; ------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt; Out the country but the blueberry still connect&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;  On the low but the yacht got a triple deck&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;  But when you Young, what the fuck you expect?  Yep, ye&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;b&gt;Encore&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; -------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; I don't think it's meant to be, be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; But she loves her work more than she does me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; And honestly, at twenty-three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; I would probably love my work more than I did she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; So we, ain't we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; It's me, and her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; 'Cause what she prefers over me, is work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; And that's, where we, differ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; So I have to give her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Free, time, even if it hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; So breathe, mami, it's deserved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; You've been put on this earth to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; All you can be, like the reserves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; And me? My time in the army, it's served&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; So I have to allow she, her, time to serve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; The time's now for her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; In time she'll mature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; And maybe we, can be, we, again like we were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Finally, my time's too short to share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; And to ask her now, it ain't fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; So yeah, she lost one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Lost One&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; ----------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Other guys but lullabies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Don't mean a thing to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; I'm not afraid of dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; I'm afraid of not trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Everyday hit every wave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Like I'm Hawaiian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;b&gt;Beach Chair&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-7616991522451527779?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/7616991522451527779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=7616991522451527779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/7616991522451527779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/7616991522451527779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2007/06/yep-this-is-part-one-of-project-ill-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-7957679670571112168</id><published>2007-06-13T19:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T19:41:05.132+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmmmmmmmmmm</title><content type='html'>I may not post here anymore.  Over the last month I've lost my creative edge &amp; really can't be bothered to post pointless messages/thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By next Monday I will make a choice.  Maybe I'll be more creative next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-7957679670571112168?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/7957679670571112168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=7957679670571112168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/7957679670571112168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/7957679670571112168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2007/06/hmmmmmmmmmmmm.html' title='Hmmmmmmmmmmmm'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-3420113005032302235</id><published>2007-06-08T21:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T21:18:22.231+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm A Liar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;OMG another post in this month.  Eveyone likes top 5 lists right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That's why this will be a top 7 list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably get no replys to this as it's the weekend &amp; it's quite late &amp;amp; that but anyway I'm intrested in what YOUR opinion is (yes you) about this question that will make an awesome end list of stuff that isn't that important. Yeah. So without further delay:&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats your top 7 albums that You OWN? (You can not list albums you have borrowed/heard round your mates/illegally downloaded because your a pirate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's mine in no order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasonable Doubt (Jay-Z. Awesome 1st album from Jay which has continued throught his long career, even doing an album a year never stopped the quality of his awesome lyrical work)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The College Dropout (Kanye West.  This album had everything, shame about the poor 2nd album (in my opinion of course))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original Pirate Material (The Streets. How good was this album at the time? 1 of the few UK acts who who gets how to appeal to the mainstream "hip Hop" crowd.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats The Story Morning Glory (Oasis. Probably one of the few rock albums I really like, has all the hits but a special mention for the song "She's Electric")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choclate Starfish &amp; The Hot Dog Flavoured Water (Limp Bizkit. I think I was one of the few in my group of friends who actually liked Fred Durst &amp;amp; Limp Bizkit. Awesome remix of My Way on this album with Redman/Method Man &amp; DMX)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Black Album (Jay-Z again. This was meant to be his last album &amp;amp; again I can't really thought it. To Encore, 99 Problems &amp; other songs it had it all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No One Ever Really Dies (N.E.R.D There later work &amp;amp; Pharrell's work can be critisised I guess but this album again had everything from the gritty Neptunes beats to Pharell unique voice. I'm still searching for a NERD cap, if you see one anywhere let me know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can just do a list of 7, have reasons etc, up to you i guess.  Honourable mentions to people that got left out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas&lt;br /&gt;DMX&lt;br /&gt;Memphis Bleek&lt;br /&gt;Eminem(!?)&lt;br /&gt;NWA&lt;br /&gt;Fresh Prince &amp;amp; Jazzy Jeff&lt;br /&gt;Nirvana&lt;br /&gt;FatBoy Slim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-3420113005032302235?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/3420113005032302235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=3420113005032302235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/3420113005032302235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/3420113005032302235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-liar.html' title='I&apos;m A Liar'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-7202956471339867978</id><published>2007-06-03T21:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T21:38:53.784+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Really The Last Post For A Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4l7_YaB6kA/RmMlIKB-GEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/mGJNebjue5E/s1600-h/bestbeard3a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4l7_YaB6kA/RmMlIKB-GEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/mGJNebjue5E/s400/bestbeard3a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071938427411109954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jade Raymond.  She's a producer for the new best game ever Assassins Creed.  Yes a hot girl who is PRODUCING computer games!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She probably has a shit personality.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking of hot...Well...I mean someone with a personality... Erm I mean, yeah Lauren add me to Myspace already.  Or don't.............. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(See what i did there as a joke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats end with some lyrics.  Since Jay is meant to be now getting married to Beyonce its only fitting it should be Jay-Z.  If u know the song u win a prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Jay-Z]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Yep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I got it from her 'ye damn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The chain remains, the game is in tact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The name is mine, I'll take blame for that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The pressure's on, but guess who ain't gon' crack? &lt;i&gt;[laughs]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Pardon me I had to laugh at that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; How could you falter when you're the rock of gibralter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I had to get of the boat so I could walk on water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; This ain't no tall order, this is nothin to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Difficult takes a day, impossible takes a week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I do this in my sleep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I sold Kilos of coke, (so?) I'm guessin' I can sell CD's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I'm not a businessman, I'm a business, man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Let me handle my buisness, damn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Kanyeez you got me, Freeway and Foxy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; YG', Teairra Mari, Petey watch me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Bleek could be one hit away his whole career&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; As long as I'm alive, he's a millionaire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And even if I die, he's in my will somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; So he can just kick back and chill somewhere, oh yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; He don't even have to write rhymes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The Dynasty like my money last three lifetimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Shirley Bassey was in the rear sayin exactly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; What I was sayin practically me whole carreer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The diamond is forever, I been mindin' this forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Now the Louis Vuitton Don's timin' couldn't be better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; People lined up to see the Titanic sinkin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Instead we rose from the ash like a phoenix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; If you waitin' for the end, the dynasty signed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And what seemed like forever is a mighty long time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I'm young bitches &lt;i&gt;[laughs]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Goodnight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-7202956471339867978?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/7202956471339867978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=7202956471339867978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/7202956471339867978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/7202956471339867978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2007/06/really-last-post-for-month.html' title='Really The Last Post For A Month'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4l7_YaB6kA/RmMlIKB-GEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/mGJNebjue5E/s72-c/bestbeard3a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-4914310082394907024</id><published>2007-06-03T13:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T13:43:04.227+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Is What Happens While Your Busy Making Plans For The Future</title><content type='html'>Nice qoute init.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be posting here for about 2 weeks to a month (my lack of English grammer in sentances has sucked recently) because I'm just busy with other "projects &amp; other stuff".  So to make up for it a bit, hjere are a few memorys of chilhood I'd like to share with you (yes you, prepare to be depressed or if your quite sadistic happy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 14 years old I had to learn to walk again after a major operation.  I remember laying in a hospital bed with my left leg hanging in plaster &amp; thinking, shit this is going to be hard work.  But like always someone has to spoil my fun &amp; well they made me get up after a few days &amp;amp; actually walk with a walking frame (I can't wait till I'm old).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of days later I went home &amp; instead of using crutches I was given or staying in my chair I purposley didn't use them as much as I should &amp;amp; actually started to put early pressure on my left foot which was still in plaster &amp; while this was probably bad on my part, it helped greatly with my walking around again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was menat to go away with the school to Wales (ha who wants to go there?) &amp;amp; go down mining holes (that would have been fun)  but I ended up not going &amp; missing out which was ok really to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a year before that, I'll always remember this like it was yesterday, me &amp;amp; the rest of the family went fruit picking in the Countryside with a group of other familys.  While it was fun I was in my wheelchair a lot at the time because I'd get tired every 20 minutes of walking (I still do but hey I get on with it cos I'm older &amp; you know you just have too right?) but I really wanted to walk, I hated being stuck in the chair so eventually I was allowed to walk but then of course I got quite tired.....  At this time my Dad actually made a big scence in front of everyone about me wanting to get back in the wheelchair, now sure he must have been tired also but then he actually contiued it on &amp; even be littled me while we got in the coach.  Bastard.&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now.   I'll be back in just under a month.  Laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-4914310082394907024?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/4914310082394907024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=4914310082394907024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/4914310082394907024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/4914310082394907024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2007/06/life-is-what-happens-while-your-busy.html' title='Life Is What Happens While Your Busy Making Plans For The Future'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-4425989573082696521</id><published>2007-05-30T14:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T14:48:07.950+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Comedy Genius &amp; More</title><content type='html'>I wish I could do this.  Pretty impressive indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/7GLJmZ9Vn3w"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/7GLJmZ9Vn3w"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7GLJmZ9Vn3w"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7GLJmZ9Vn3w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/MPpSt2K6X80"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/MPpSt2K6X80"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MPpSt2K6X80"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MPpSt2K6X80" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. 1st off just a quick message for Lauren: Yeah add me 2 myspace already, I've sent u like 3 messages on there &amp; a friend request already lol. Meh shes busy with important stuff like passing Uni but hey anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd. Watch these videos, they are a work of genius &amp;amp; what I listen to in my spare time, two of my fav talk radio presenters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd: who the hell is at the top of my questions about me leaderboard? A made up person? She knows nearly everything about me, meh. Cool maybe I have a stalker, always wanted one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly: 2 months till i'm an uncle again &amp;amp; yet again my sister is being stupid, she has bought (brought? someone gd at english help me out there) all girls clothes cos she thinks its going 2 be a girl. Thats hope it isn't a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah thats all, except to say the end of series 3 of Lost sucked a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day whoever/wherever you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tel,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-4425989573082696521?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/4425989573082696521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=4425989573082696521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/4425989573082696521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/4425989573082696521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2007/05/comedy-genius-more_30.html' title='Comedy Genius &amp; More'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-1510770028432676409</id><published>2007-05-30T12:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T12:53:05.783+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>To Jennifer Ellison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, anyone remember a few years ago when I had that joke about liking her? Meh if not you missed out (actually it was kinda crap really &amp;amp; just looking back proves it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post a proper blog tommorow or Friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-1510770028432676409?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/1510770028432676409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=1510770028432676409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/1510770028432676409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/1510770028432676409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-2413238250587706087</id><published>2007-05-26T14:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T14:42:45.592+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry In Motion (1)</title><content type='html'>So about 3/2 years ago Lauren advised me to write some poetry.  I forget why she said it, maybe shes crazy, maybe she wants to steal my work &amp; use it to become famous, maybe she wanted me to write her a poem (probably) or just maybe she knew I'm quite a creative person &amp;amp; I get frustrated easily when bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is my 1st work in like 3/4 years.  It's pretty crap for a 1st attempt but hey I'm happy I've written something.  I think this also proves if you tell me something, I'd eventually do it also, just may have to wait a few years LOL.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit here alone&lt;br /&gt;Waiting by the phone&lt;br /&gt;For someone to show they care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My emails are checked&lt;br /&gt;From last night I feel wrecked&lt;br /&gt;I sit here alone.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-2413238250587706087?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/2413238250587706087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=2413238250587706087' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/2413238250587706087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/2413238250587706087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2007/05/poetry-in-motion-1.html' title='Poetry In Motion (1)'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-5466502112784051011</id><published>2007-05-21T14:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T14:20:22.685+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Catchy Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width: 180px; height: 158px; text-align: center"&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="206"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.metrolyrics.com/video-2147444019.aspx"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.metrolyrics.com/video-2147444019.aspx" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="180" height="148"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because this song is awesome &amp;amp; its stuck in my head init.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-5466502112784051011?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/5466502112784051011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=5466502112784051011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/5466502112784051011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/5466502112784051011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2007/05/catchy-song.html' title='Catchy Song'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-7847990290823792541</id><published>2007-05-16T11:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T17:49:45.602+01:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Jessica Baby, The Only Girl Who Never Let Me Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a971.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/38/m_80f13bd7284014aecd8dd45f1dcc0eea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://a971.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/38/m_80f13bd7284014aecd8dd45f1dcc0eea.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica died earlier this morning. I know people will say "It's only a dog" or whatever &amp; that but right now them people can go fuck themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had a fit/stroke late last night &amp;amp; I was up with her till she peacefully (I hope, she didn't make much noise but was cold) died in her sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said some people will only see it as a dog but hey for me of course she as more then that. I tend not to be trusting of people &amp; some people dont really get me at all but she was always loving, always waiting for me to come home &amp;amp; always scratching me when she jumped of my lap to bark at something (I forgive her lol) when she was little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She showed me unconditonal (SP?) love &amp;amp; I'll never forget her. I don't know if I believe in Heaven or not but I do believe in something we don't understand thats all powerful, hopefully they look after her for me.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-7847990290823792541?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/7847990290823792541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=7847990290823792541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/7847990290823792541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/7847990290823792541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2007/05/rip-jessica-baby-only-girl-who-never.html' title='RIP Jessica Baby, The Only Girl Who Never Let Me Down'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-4041523256421966242</id><published>2007-05-15T12:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T12:14:12.528+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Do My Test</title><content type='html'>Hey Even If U Don't Actually Know Me Anyway:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/390303"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/390303/1.gif" alt="Leaderboard" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Create your own Friend Test here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-4041523256421966242?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/4041523256421966242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=4041523256421966242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/4041523256421966242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/4041523256421966242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2007/05/d-my-test.html' title='Do My Test'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-7742555879694882095</id><published>2007-05-13T15:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T15:59:05.335+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jessica is slowly dying &amp; I dont know what 2 do about it. Shes started to walk round in circles &amp;amp; keeps collapsing on the floor, she isnt fitting any more but shes slowly losing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While shes not in any pain I don't think, i really can't put her down(sleep) but then again is it best just to keep her alive out of sadness at possibly losing her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some people will say its just a dog but meh to them, shes possibly the only "girl" whos never let me down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-7742555879694882095?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/7742555879694882095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=7742555879694882095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/7742555879694882095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/7742555879694882095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2007/05/jessica-is-slowly-dying-i-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-6029588171855597028</id><published>2007-05-10T16:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T16:44:28.275+01:00</updated><title type='text'>You May Not Care</title><content type='html'>But again I want to write how I am on here &amp; again I'll probably be negative &amp;amp; not really do that whole belief in myself thing I do but hey thats life right?  So just some quick thoughts/observations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I feel a bit more confident these days with people, I do the whole joking thing again to full force, some people seemingly don't appreciate my witty charming self but erm stuff them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are still money issues at home, will I ever get to spend money on something I want, I've been waiting since September.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's Lauren's Bday soonish &amp;amp; I forget when her bday is, I think it's on the 25th May, am I wrong or what?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-6029588171855597028?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/6029588171855597028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=6029588171855597028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/6029588171855597028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/6029588171855597028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2007/05/you-may-not-care.html' title='You May Not Care'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-6467425011345158436</id><published>2007-05-09T20:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T20:31:30.777+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just Spoke 2 Danielle Lloyd On The Radio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sawf.org/Newsphotos/Entertainment/Danielle_Lloyd_Basic_instincts_2_premiere.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.sawf.org/Newsphotos/Entertainment/Danielle_Lloyd_Basic_instincts_2_premiere.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp; I was awesome.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iain Lee (My radio icon) had her on his show so called in &amp;amp; got through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her a boring question of does she still speak 2 the other BB people &amp; that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going 2 ask her a earth shattering deep &amp;amp; meaningful question instead but meh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should never have deleted her off my Myspace friends now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-6467425011345158436?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/6467425011345158436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=6467425011345158436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/6467425011345158436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/6467425011345158436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-just-spoke-2-danielle-lloyd-on-radio_09.html' title='I Just Spoke 2 Danielle Lloyd On The Radio...'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-8678958230965924859</id><published>2007-05-06T15:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T15:42:36.967+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Good</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling good about myself today, Saturday was a good day.  It went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday afternoon I went to see my sister, I love my sister &amp; I especially love my nephew Matthew, he it turn loves me &amp;amp; while she relaxed &amp; chilled out I looked after him &amp;amp; played with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is getting to the age where he chooses certain toys to play with, at the moment he is into all trucks &amp; cars etc but especially trains. He watches them in awe, I've noticed he is like me in that he picks up stuff really easy &amp;amp; doesn't need showing how to do stuff after you 1st show/tell him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Matthew may never read this but I'll type it anyway, I love you &amp; i promise I'll always be there for you when you get older, I know my sister is going to struggle, so don't worry I'll be here for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else?  Late Saturday night, even though I was tired as anything, I went out with some mates after they convinced me it'd be a laugh. While I didn't think it would be, it was a great time &amp; I actually relaxed for the 1st time in ages around people I knew &amp;amp; some I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the oines I didn't was a girl I'd seen a couple of other times, I always nodded hello to her but she never really showed any reaction to me, which was fine, but yesterday I actually talked to her &amp; she talked to me, it was good to actually have a convo with someone where I didn't feel the need to act the fool or try to impress her.  She got loads of free drinks lol, I got my confidence back, it was a win win situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will never know but she helped me with the whole confidence thing, if you have known me for a while or just been reading for a while you'd know I always have issues with this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; that was my Saturday night, I did plan to just chill out for a couple of days &amp;amp; forget everything but meh wheres the fun in that.  Anyway I'm now feeling great so hey people would be missing out on my charming genius self lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-8678958230965924859?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/8678958230965924859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=8678958230965924859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/8678958230965924859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/8678958230965924859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2007/05/feeling-good.html' title='Feeling Good'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-8773555918255591431</id><published>2007-05-05T15:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T15:50:46.221+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is inspired by a blog I recently read on myspace (yeah I still use that place, don't ask why).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had real trouble recently connecting with people, if I start talking to someone I kind of stop being able to think of what to say next.  Normally I can just flow &amp; my thoughts come together &amp;amp; they come out my mouth or on the screen but over the last couple of weeks, I don't know it's like I've lost the will to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really doesn't help me, in the "Real World" I'm quite a shy person, like I always say I don't like loads of people in the same place, I don't like not being in control of situations, &amp; I don't really like idle chat that fills time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While on here the "interweb" people may be more fake then what they are, are they really "friends"? While I know the awnser is probably a big "No" to like 80% of them, there are at least some I regard as "friends", sure I take the mickey out of them &amp;amp; they seemingly accept it as the joke it is &amp; they ask how I am, even if they don't really mean it but they allow me to be myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They allow me be a "cheeky sod", to be the idiot, &amp;amp; to be me, the true me, the me nobody really sees that much in the "Real World".  I thank them a lot for that, some I don't because they wouldn't understand, even if I know we wouldn't really be friends if we met or anything,  I genuinly care about them, I hope they are ok &amp;amp; I try 2 be there for them when needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that could be seen as stupid, but hey I try my best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-8773555918255591431?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/8773555918255591431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=8773555918255591431' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/8773555918255591431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/8773555918255591431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2007/05/hello-this-is-inspired-by-blog-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-5369012115627726509</id><published>2007-04-26T15:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T16:01:37.506+01:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Cut Yourself Shaving It Hurts...</title><content type='html'>Much like when you show someone you've been talking to on the interweb a picture of you &amp; they completly ignore it.  People that know me will understand what I think of myself &amp; hey it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish she would have said something/anything about it.  I can take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In better news I've really started to use this place again &amp; have tried to keep my posts on a serious or talking about feelings side, instead of posting random crap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although no one ever replys &amp; leaves comments  its nice to have somewhere to think/write out what your thinking without people judging you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do wish some people were around to chat though, i miss them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-5369012115627726509?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/5369012115627726509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=5369012115627726509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/5369012115627726509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/5369012115627726509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2007/04/when-you-cut-yourself-shaving-it-hurts.html' title='When You Cut Yourself Shaving It Hurts...'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-1900776677274766140</id><published>2007-04-24T13:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T13:21:07.228+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmm</title><content type='html'>Hmmm indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel the need to self destuct stuff with people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a chance &amp; I'd easily ruin stuff.  Maybe I do it on purpose?  Or maybe in my mind I just don't like getting close 2 people then losing them.  Maybe I think I will do &amp; thats why I have to mess it up sub consiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I just don't like people or having to rely on anyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-1900776677274766140?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/1900776677274766140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=1900776677274766140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/1900776677274766140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/1900776677274766140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2007/04/hmmmm.html' title='Hmmmm'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-8779232029719144386</id><published>2007-04-20T19:34:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T19:35:00.038+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cos Iain Lee rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bwEWMmICtoc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bwEWMmICtoc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" 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/10641946-8779232029719144386?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/8779232029719144386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=8779232029719144386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/8779232029719144386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/8779232029719144386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2007/04/cos-iain-lee-rocks.html' title=''/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-7994432785113898412</id><published>2007-04-18T17:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T17:38:20.169+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The MySpace Update</title><content type='html'>Yeah I know everyones been waiting for this.  How did Terry do on Myspace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well to be honest it was quite suprising, most people were friendly enough, I even talked to 2 people, one of which is really cool but they are busy a lot, busier then me anyway but thats well easy cos hey I don't do to much if I'm honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think of it as a quite shallow place where people try to justify being cool or whatever by writing witty things about themselves in the intrest of people will take notice. (hehe I already do that on this blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the most disturbing people are the ones with erm well done photos, especially some of the girls, like would you really want the attention of someone  from MySpace?  Oh I know thats put up a near half naked pic of me on the interweb &amp; see  how much attention I can get.  You see my point. (hehe I've never done that ever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm yeah thats it.  I probably won't use it but hey its a good thing to have for people to stay in contact &amp; that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-7994432785113898412?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/7994432785113898412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=7994432785113898412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/7994432785113898412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/7994432785113898412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2007/04/myspace-update.html' title='The MySpace Update'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-2154811019431345151</id><published>2007-04-13T16:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T16:53:25.122+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have a Headache, I'm Tired &amp; I'm Gonna Bitch About Nothing</title><content type='html'>Edited:  Can't be arsed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-2154811019431345151?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/2154811019431345151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=2154811019431345151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/2154811019431345151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/2154811019431345151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-have-headache-im-tired-im-gonna-bitch.html' title='I Have a Headache, I&apos;m Tired &amp; I&apos;m Gonna Bitch About Nothing'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-6803958906940091631</id><published>2007-04-09T13:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T13:48:05.059+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Home of the Hits!</title><content type='html'>More of My Favourite Lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial;" class="lyrics-table"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some people call me a space cowboy, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Some call me the gangster of love&lt;br /&gt;Some people call me Maurice&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I speak of the pompitous of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People keep talkin' about me baby&lt;br /&gt;Say I'm doing you wrong&lt;br /&gt;Don't you worry baby no don't you worry momma&lt;br /&gt;I'm right here, right here, right here, right here at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm a picker&lt;br /&gt;I'm a grinner&lt;br /&gt;I'm a lover&lt;br /&gt;And I'm a sinner&lt;br /&gt;Playing my music in the sun&lt;br /&gt;I'm a joker&lt;br /&gt;I'm a smoker&lt;br /&gt;I'm a midnight toker&lt;br /&gt;Sure don't want to hurt no one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a picker&lt;br /&gt;I'm a grinner&lt;br /&gt;I'm a lover&lt;br /&gt;And I'm a sinner&lt;br /&gt;Sure don't want to hurt no one&lt;br /&gt;I'm a smoker&lt;br /&gt;I'm a hooker (smoker)&lt;br /&gt;I'm a midnight toker&lt;br /&gt;Get my lovin' on the run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the prett'est thing&lt;br /&gt;That I ever did see&lt;br /&gt;I really love your peaches&lt;br /&gt;Want to shake your tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey all the time&lt;br /&gt;Ooo-eee baby, I'll sure show you a good time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a picker&lt;br /&gt;I'm a grinner&lt;br /&gt;I'm a lover&lt;br /&gt;And I'm a sinner&lt;br /&gt;Playin' my music in the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a joker&lt;br /&gt;I'm a smoker&lt;br /&gt;I'm a midnight toker&lt;br /&gt;Sure don't want to hurt no one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a picker&lt;br /&gt;I'm a grinner&lt;br /&gt;I'm a lover&lt;br /&gt;And I'm a sinner&lt;br /&gt;Sure don't want to hurt no one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a joker&lt;br /&gt;I'm a smoker&lt;br /&gt;I'm a midnight toker (JL sings something along the lines of ninja toker&lt;br /&gt;didn't ya I toker&lt;br /&gt;I'm a teachin' hooker&lt;br /&gt;I'm a T.J. Hooker)&lt;br /&gt;Get my lovin' on the run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the prett'est thing&lt;br /&gt;That I ever did see&lt;br /&gt;I really love your peaches&lt;br /&gt;Want to shake your tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey all the time&lt;br /&gt;Ooo-eee baby, I'll sure show you a good time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-6803958906940091631?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/6803958906940091631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=6803958906940091631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/6803958906940091631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/6803958906940091631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2007/04/home-of-hits.html' title='Home of the Hits!'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-5540211019707991681</id><published>2007-04-08T16:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T19:48:00.952+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Terry Loves These Lyrics (number 1000837)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't engage in war we elope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Orange juice style beat niggas to a pulp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We broke nigga you just told 3 jokes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just use rap to put shit in my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The death's just a matter of time the hit's been arranged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Contracts signed the shits in your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just to lame rap niggas I'm the king&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Motherfuck the ring mami kiss the chain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't got game to waste on y'all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't think with my dick or chase my balls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a hustla hit me with an eighth of raw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And when I get on top I'mma blaze all y'all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keep em laced some more I know you want some things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I drink a lot of water mami come clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chicks I pump her then dump her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cars we got em bumper to bumper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rap niggas y'all days are numbered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre   style="display: inline; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;     Nobody drop nothin' next summer, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-5540211019707991681?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/5540211019707991681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=5540211019707991681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/5540211019707991681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/5540211019707991681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2007/04/terry-loves-these-lyrics-number-1000837.html' title='Terry Loves These Lyrics (number 1000837)'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-5963065453757885262</id><published>2007-04-08T14:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T14:51:52.452+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The big questions (part 1000928379)</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;When a girl says "does my bum look big in this?"  Lie or tell the truth? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why do soccer stars get paid so much for kicking a ball around a pitch?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do "we" as in the people really care about celebs that much?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What purpose do traffic wardens serve to the World?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who's more popular, The Easter Bunny or Jesus?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why are we so materialistic?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;amp; lastly, Robert De Niro or Al Pacino?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-5963065453757885262?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/5963065453757885262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=5963065453757885262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/5963065453757885262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/5963065453757885262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2007/04/big-questions-part-1000928379.html' title='The big questions (part 1000928379)'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-4500186107316777727</id><published>2007-04-04T19:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T19:48:35.164+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Terry Does Myspace</title><content type='html'>&amp; someone on there worries about my "mental health".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah I went Myspace crazy yesterday. (No I didn't send Laz 5 comments in a row again in a slightly off putting, stalkerish, please be my friend way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead I did something even better &amp;amp; more funny, I browsed the females, found the hot looking ones &amp; said how cool there Myspace page was in the best "wow your so cool" but I don't really mean it truthfully way possible.  Out of the countless people I left messages with, about 2 people replied, both questioning my mental state of being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I was right, Myspace is for down &amp;amp; out losers, yeah.**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** So why don't I fit in there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some other observations about Myspace, but they can wait, pending any lawsuits that come to light over the next couple of days from people that I've been in contact with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna be my friend add me at...........No thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terry,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-4500186107316777727?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/4500186107316777727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=4500186107316777727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/4500186107316777727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/4500186107316777727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2007/04/terry-does-myspace.html' title='Terry Does Myspace'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-7518968672874865953</id><published>2007-04-02T19:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T20:05:19.075+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Meh annoyed at self</title><content type='html'>So I bumped/ran into an ex girlfriend over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It annoyed me, it didn't upset me at all, I didn't burst out crying &amp; beg her to talk to me again every day for the rest of her life, far from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to the thing that annoyed me, it annoyed me that I cared again.  I actually hoped that she was ok &amp;amp; doing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is that I knew she didn't care what happened to me at all after we stopped talking before, yet I feel that I have to make sure shes ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm either a really nice guy or a complete loser for caring.  Or maybe I can't get over people who come into my life, I don't let a lot of people in to see the real me, most kind of give up after our 1st chat. Meh thats just my own thing though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-7518968672874865953?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/7518968672874865953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=7518968672874865953' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/7518968672874865953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/7518968672874865953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2007/04/meh-annoyed-at-self.html' title='Meh annoyed at self'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-3680692457827094267</id><published>2007-03-22T19:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-22T19:29:23.619Z</updated><title type='text'>Damn</title><content type='html'>So one of my dogs (my girl Jessica) is having fits, she has epilipsy in her old age, I hope shes gonna be ok..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-3680692457827094267?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/3680692457827094267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=3680692457827094267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/3680692457827094267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/3680692457827094267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2007/03/damn.html' title='Damn'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-876240344209326405</id><published>2007-03-19T13:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-19T13:13:00.607Z</updated><title type='text'>Posted</title><content type='html'>I haven't wrote anything on here in ages.  I've just been kinda down recently &amp; quite annoyed about stuff to be honest.  Every day is turning into a numbing struggle to just cope with whatever life throws at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Mother's Day here yesterday, bought my mum something nice of course, don't know why we have it so early compared to the rest of the World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's really it to be honest, I just don't have the energy to share stuff with people today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I have ever been good at sharing stuff with people.  I don't like doing it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I post again, laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-876240344209326405?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/876240344209326405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=876240344209326405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/876240344209326405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/876240344209326405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2007/03/posted.html' title='Posted'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-1014060664393673810</id><published>2007-03-05T19:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-05T19:25:44.137Z</updated><title type='text'>Phobias</title><content type='html'>So &lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Phobias, anyone reading have any?  Here are the ones I looked up, I'm weird like that, yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Arachnophobia (spiders) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;  Microphobia (Small Things) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Somniphobia (Sleep) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Dendrophobia (Trees) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt; Hydrophobia (Water) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt; Pteromerhanophobia (Flying) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt; Acrophobia (Heights) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Heliophobia (The Sun) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Barophobia (Gravity)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt; Octophobia (Fear on number)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Achluophobia (Darkness)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt; Coulrophobia (Clowns)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Bibliophobia (Books) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Chionophobia (Snow) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Cyberphobia (Computers) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Genuphobia (Knees) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Porphyrophobia (Fear of colour Purple)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-1014060664393673810?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/1014060664393673810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=1014060664393673810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/1014060664393673810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/1014060664393673810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2007/03/phobias.html' title='Phobias'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-1533975506809903356</id><published>2007-03-03T18:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-03T19:05:13.718Z</updated><title type='text'>Wowzers.....</title><content type='html'>Yes, someone actually voted, awesomeness.  I'm proud to announce the winner of Round 2............Salma Hayek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah I've been fine I guess, a little bit of trouble still but that eally isn't going to be discussed here till a later time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's lucky I use this place, with the lack of emails I've recieved recently I guess everyone no longer loves me anymore, yeah thats why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 3rd/4th/Final Round will be fitted into the upcoming months, after I might post a serious post again, who knows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-1533975506809903356?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/1533975506809903356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=1533975506809903356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/1533975506809903356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/1533975506809903356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2007/03/wowzers.html' title='Wowzers.....'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-6129223845363797748</id><published>2007-02-27T20:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-27T20:45:03.843Z</updated><title type='text'>Man Flu</title><content type='html'>Haven't been around here much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Man Flu innit, that flu that when you can't be bothered to do anything at all.  Women somehow have super powers which means they can still do stuff during flu time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some cool pictures that I'll upload to here later on in the week. not ones of hot women but actual dogs, no not unattractive women.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-6129223845363797748?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/6129223845363797748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=6129223845363797748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/6129223845363797748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/6129223845363797748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2007/02/man-flu.html' title='Man Flu'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-7319976832759536804</id><published>2007-02-22T14:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-22T14:41:49.021Z</updated><title type='text'>Round 2: Salma Hayek Vs Penelope Cruz Vs Nelly Furtado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.google.co.uk/images?q=tbn:J797HELtTGhRJM:http://canadianmusicians.info/nelly_furtado_coachSHOP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://images.google.co.uk/images?q=tbn:J797HELtTGhRJM:http://canadianmusicians.info/nelly_furtado_coachSHOP.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.google.co.uk/images?q=tbn:QjuaEwRtacC2hM:http://www.askmen.com/specials/2005_top_99/celebs/58_penelope_cruz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://images.google.co.uk/images?q=tbn:QjuaEwRtacC2hM:http://www.askmen.com/specials/2005_top_99/celebs/58_penelope_cruz.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.google.co.uk/images?q=tbn:fIwRn0t-xiHjTM:http://movies.donyell.net/images/salma-hayek-34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://images.google.co.uk/images?q=tbn:fIwRn0t-xiHjTM:http://movies.donyell.net/images/salma-hayek-34.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Because I have nothing new of any importance to add to here, this is the 2nd round of "Terry's a saddo &amp; dreams of dating women who look like this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voting closes whenever someone votes,  again crappy pixalation, Ill work out how to do it eventually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-7319976832759536804?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/7319976832759536804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=7319976832759536804' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/7319976832759536804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/7319976832759536804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2007/02/round-2-salma-hayek-vs-penelope-cruz-vs.html' title='Round 2: Salma Hayek Vs Penelope Cruz Vs Nelly Furtado'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-5403176219174893270</id><published>2007-02-18T16:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-18T16:14:22.252Z</updated><title type='text'>Serious Face</title><content type='html'>Hello,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been thinking, you know on the interweb how people automatically know everything about you &amp; are your best friend in the whole World even though they barely know anything about you?  Well them people, quite plainly suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure I'm not knocking these people who seem desperate for you to tell them everything &amp; anything about you but DO you really CARE?  Well do you?  If I was to say "Well my day started off pretty crap, when I got to the shop I realised I actually didn't have enough money on me to get a drink as well as everything my mum wanted me to get." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, would you tell me to go jump or would you say "well thats intresting, what else?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure if I do want to get something off my chest I'll spill my guts to people on the interweb, hey I'm pretty good at it but then again I just won't &amp; just say I'm "ok" because hey whats the point you know? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as an example I'll spill my guts on here &amp; show you what I mean:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still very much hate my dad even though I don't think of him at all anymore, but when my brothers girlefriend cussed him I was very close to doing this girl some harm, only I or family can cuss my Dad not some nobody off the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sisters currently pregnant, the baby may be disabled (Downs syndrome)  I just don't think she will cope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy by myself, I may be tagged a spas who could never get a girl, or a loser but you know what I'm actually really really happy at the moment with life in general, everything is really good with me &amp; yes sometimes now I like to be selfish &amp;amp; look out for me &amp; me only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw other people, most of them don't really care &amp;amp; i know longer see the point in caring but hey when I do care at least I fricking mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all.  I don't think any of that made much sense in the end, i kinda got in a rant, this is what happens when you keep stuff bottled up, its bad for you, mmmmmmmmm okay..............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-5403176219174893270?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/5403176219174893270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=5403176219174893270' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/5403176219174893270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/5403176219174893270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2007/02/serious-face.html' title='Serious Face'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-3758396871330139038</id><published>2007-02-13T12:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-11T20:59:38.947Z</updated><title type='text'>"What's Love Got To Do Got To Do With It"</title><content type='html'>Happy Valentine's Day people (Yes I know it's tommorow but I'm gonna get so many cards/emails/comments I won't possibly be able to post here for like 20 hours)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v625/TerryTelWhateva/cpa6.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v625/TerryTelWhateva/cpa.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-3758396871330139038?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/3758396871330139038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=3758396871330139038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/3758396871330139038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/3758396871330139038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2007/02/whats-love-got-to-do-got-to-do-with-it.html' title='&quot;What&apos;s Love Got To Do Got To Do With It&quot;'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-984352992629709182</id><published>2007-02-11T20:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-11T20:59:07.341Z</updated><title type='text'>Round One: Rhianna Vs Ashanti</title><content type='html'>Wow this blog has really gone down hill over the last year, feel free to check out my earlier work by using the left side of the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.google.co.uk/images?q=tbn:Iht0fRd7A2lBdM:http://www.virgin.net/music/wallpapers/images/rihanna_1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://images.google.co.uk/images?q=tbn:Iht0fRd7A2lBdM:http://www.virgin.net/music/wallpapers/images/rihanna_1280.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.google.co.uk/images?q=tbn:mZgT3aMBAj4oeM:http://img31.exs.cx/img31/6681/Ashanti10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://images.google.co.uk/images?q=tbn:mZgT3aMBAj4oeM:http://img31.exs.cx/img31/6681/Ashanti10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  VS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Round One of the "Oh My God Terry's a Saddo" competition (meh I'm just bored &amp;amp; hot pics of females should get people visiting here) So please Vote, whoever wins goes through to the final 4.  Wow them pictures are pixalated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave a vote as a comment, thanks, voting closes Tuesday, or when I can next be assed to post after Tuesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-984352992629709182?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/984352992629709182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=984352992629709182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/984352992629709182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/984352992629709182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2007/02/round-one.html' title='Round One: Rhianna Vs Ashanti'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-7924664806123952758</id><published>2007-02-05T11:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-05T11:43:53.702Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy Bday To This Blog</title><content type='html'>And to Me..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another year older &amp; less wiser still.  Arn't them two things supposed to go together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update this later/tommorow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp; to my interweb friends who seeminglt forgot, I hate you, I hate you all.  I'm off out with family then tonight my real in the World friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Me.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I don't really hate you...You obviously know who you are.  The rest I hate/detest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-7924664806123952758?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/7924664806123952758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=7924664806123952758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/7924664806123952758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/7924664806123952758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-bday-to-this-blog.html' title='Happy Bday To This Blog'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-1905662924718256339</id><published>2007-02-01T20:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-01T20:19:07.260Z</updated><title type='text'>Pac's Life........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yeah it's Pac's life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;God &amp; I wish they would leave him in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Ashanti though, wow shes fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-1905662924718256339?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/1905662924718256339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=1905662924718256339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/1905662924718256339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/1905662924718256339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2007/02/pacs-life.html' title='Pac&apos;s Life........'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-7276963606886361520</id><published>2007-01-30T14:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-30T14:26:30.372Z</updated><title type='text'>Super Duck, Yeah...</title><content type='html'>A duck in the US state of Florida has survived gunshot wounds and a two-day stint in a refrigerator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hunter shot the duck, wounding it in the wing and leg. Believing the bird was dead, he left it in his fridge at his home in Tallahassee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hunter's wife got a fright when she opened the fridge and the duck lifted its head, a local veterinarian said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staff at the Goose Creek Animal Sanctuary who are treating the bird said it has a 75% chance of survival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plucky duck was taken first to a local animal hospital, and then to an animal sanctuary for more specialised treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A veterinarian at the sanctuary said he thinks the duck will live, but will probably never be well enough to be released into the wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The veterinarian, David Hale, said the duck's low metabolism rate helped it survive its time in the refrigerator, the Tallahassee Democrat newspaper reported.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is an extremely tough duck with a lot of spirit to live," he said. "This shows how tough and adaptable wildlife are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/americas/6283677.stm" target="_blank"&gt;Link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah I don't get this, a hunter goes out, tries to shoot a duck, thinks its dead so takes it home probably to eat, then his wife finds it alive so takes it to the vets?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-7276963606886361520?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/7276963606886361520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=7276963606886361520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/7276963606886361520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/7276963606886361520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2007/01/super-duck-yeah.html' title='Super Duck, Yeah...'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-6513387069658258681</id><published>2007-01-26T17:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-26T17:55:03.429Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy Australian Day</title><content type='html'>I was gonna post some pictures of Skippy, BBQ's beaches &amp; surfers, but hey that would have taken ages &amp;amp; to be honest I'd rather look at page after page of Holly Valance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She needs the help being taken seriously in Hollywood as a genuine actress.  She also comes across as being quite cool in real life, but I think thats more of how most Aussies are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's hot so I don't give a shit to be honest.  In the 1st pic she looks very Kate Moss like.  &amp; yes she is VERY thin, &amp;amp; I don't like these really extreme thin women but hey thats the life we lead today &amp;amp; the pressure to look like that from people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v625/TerryTelWhateva/images26.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v625/TerryTelWhateva/images25.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v625/TerryTelWhateva/images24.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v625/TerryTelWhateva/images23.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" 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/10641946-6513387069658258681?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/6513387069658258681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=6513387069658258681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/6513387069658258681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/6513387069658258681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-australian-day.html' title='Happy Australian Day'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-861973324309906916</id><published>2007-01-24T15:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-24T15:51:34.899Z</updated><title type='text'>Snowin' Init</title><content type='html'>Snow at the end of January, in the UK,  what's up with that eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v625/TerryTelWhateva/snowin3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v625/TerryTelWhateva/snowin2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v625/TerryTelWhateva/snowin.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-861973324309906916?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/861973324309906916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=861973324309906916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/861973324309906916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/861973324309906916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2007/01/snowin-init.html' title='Snowin&apos; Init'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-7531606622559645704</id><published>2007-01-07T19:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-07T19:32:07.867Z</updated><title type='text'>Because I'm That Cool</title><content type='html'>Yep I am, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow I'm a boring sod, haven't posted anything good here in ages.  That's all about to change though, yea.&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;Oh thats do some random thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God emails on the Interweb are annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever send an email out thats quite important &amp; expect a reply straight away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do that a lot, sometimes I email them a couple of days later to make sure they got my email, or I'll phone them to tell them what I wrote in the email, which then makes the email pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish we didn't have email, instead we could still write nice letters to each other &amp;amp; we wouldn't expect a reply straight away would we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another advantage would be that letters are much more personal then typed rubbish in an email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down with emails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people go retail mad in the sales?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way it works is like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In December shops put prices up for Christmas, then in January they seem to cut these inflated prices meaning they don't lose any money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet people go mad for it &amp; end up with useless junk they really don't need.&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;Why do we live in such a "I want it now" World? Instead of working hard for things we expect stuff to be handed to us &amp;amp; to in general not work hard for things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed it more &amp; more everyday with 1000 of people REFUSING to work lower paid jobs which need doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even jobs that are needed like nurses/doctors/builders/plumbers etc are not being taken by people living here in the UK, but instead people from Eastern Europe who work for less pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are people so afraid to work for something in this day &amp;amp; age?&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v625/TerryTelWhateva/cpa3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-7531606622559645704?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/7531606622559645704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=7531606622559645704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/7531606622559645704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/7531606622559645704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2007/01/because-im-that-cool.html' title='Because I&apos;m That Cool'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-3122894052485639655</id><published>2007-01-01T13:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-01T13:31:44.849Z</updated><title type='text'>Meh</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one loves me....eh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-3122894052485639655?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/3122894052485639655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=3122894052485639655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/3122894052485639655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/3122894052485639655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2007/01/meh.html' title='Meh'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-898530961257350894</id><published>2006-11-30T19:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-01T13:32:43.320Z</updated><title type='text'>The Long 316th Post (Till New Year)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1st December:  OMG A Card for you guys: Click the link.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www85.123greetings.com/card/12/01/03/55/DR41201035552445.html"&gt;http://www85.123greetings.com/card/12/01/03/55/DR41201035552445.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats start with some lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I lay here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I just lay here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Will you lie with me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp; just forget the World,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow Patrol's song called Cars, brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So your wondering, what makes Terry tick, this is what I love/dislike:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love music, any kind of music.&lt;br /&gt;I dislike snobby people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love different accents &amp;amp; people from other places, they intrest me &amp; always will.&lt;br /&gt;I dislike people who look at me as if I'm sort of "special" kid who doesn't fit in with their ideal World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love wrestling.  I know it's fake but I love the entertainment of it.&lt;br /&gt;I dislike people who think computer games/music/TV make people bad. No thats bad parenting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love arguing for the sake of it.  It's always refreshing to have a debate about something that doesn't really matter that much.&lt;br /&gt;I dislike religion being force fed to people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the people who get me, they are a select few &amp;amp; they have put up with loads of my crap before, for that I'm sorry, just thanks for staying around &amp;amp; being the great person/s you are.&lt;br /&gt;I dislike liars/people who I thought I could trust but can't at all.  You know who you are......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now, I'll add loads of stuff as we get closer to Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-898530961257350894?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/898530961257350894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=898530961257350894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/898530961257350894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/898530961257350894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2006/11/long-316th-post-till-new-year.html' title='The Long 316th Post (Till New Year)'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-5974652156674167537</id><published>2006-11-18T15:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-22T12:28:26.175Z</updated><title type='text'>From The Ashes........</title><content type='html'>My next post (Monday next week) will be my last here, I just feel this place is really not going anywhere &amp; in truth it's even boring me &amp;amp; becoming a chore to want to update it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could do funny/stupid stories about my life but really see no need or point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited: The site lives for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was in Australia right now, just to watch England win again, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also had a change of heart regarding the blog, it stays for now with just less content being added then before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame Lauren/Samya &amp; Collie, they don't leave comments anymore. If they don't write to me by December, I'm going in chatrooms &amp;amp; making new friends to replace them yeah, Go me, yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also blame the lack of any social life I have.  Maybe I can be the Hunchback of Notre Dame?  Didn't he go out with a hot girl in the end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story continues........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-5974652156674167537?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/5974652156674167537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=5974652156674167537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/5974652156674167537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/5974652156674167537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2006/11/end-is-near.html' title='From The Ashes........'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-6507917475209752980</id><published>2006-11-04T10:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-04T10:58:41.735Z</updated><title type='text'>"Show Me What You Got"</title><content type='html'>Love that song by Jay-Z, gald he is back making music, probably the best rap artist ever, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I purposely haven't posted here for a couple of reasons &amp; I'll just say, oh well then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm did you know it's been like 5 years since my dad left, as I've talking numerous times about him on here I won't again, it just makes me kinda sad really but hey this shit happens all over the World every day yes?  &amp; there is much worser things that could happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then I've always been quite wary of people coming into my life then falling out of it &amp;amp; I'd at times obsess about it, wondering if I had done something wrong, i know it's stupid but I honestly am a very impressionable/fragile guy at times so I do stuff like make jokes pretend I don't care but really do.  At times I even become needy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a shame I'm like that.  It actually bothers me that I'd want to depend on someone/people........&lt;br /&gt;When they COULD let me down in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dog is still unwell, she'd never let me down lol.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 nephews should be over today that'll be fun yet loud at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea thats all. Until next time. I much prefer my random thoughts like this to well thought out posts.  I think they make the blkog more intresting to myself when I look back at it mostly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takecare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanted to walk just like him (remember?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;wanted to talk just like him (word)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;often momma said I look too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and I thought just like him (it could happen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;wanted to drink Miller nips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and smoke Newports just like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;but you left me, now I'm goin to court just like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I would say "my daddy loves me and he'll never go away"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;bullshit, do you even remember December's my birthday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;do you even remember the tender boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;you turned into a cold young man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;with one goal and one plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;get mommy out of some jam, she was always in one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;always short with the income&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;always late with the rent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You said that you was comin through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I would stay in the hallway (waitin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;always playin the bench (waitin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and that day came and went&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fuck You! very much you showed me the worst kind of pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;but I'm stronger and trust me I will never hurt again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;will never ask mommy "why daddy don't love me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why is we so poor?, why is life so ugly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mommy why is your eyes puffy?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;please don't cry everything'll be alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know it's dark now, but we gon' see the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's us against the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;we don't need him, right? (right)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;mommy drivin 6's now (yeah), I got riches now (yeah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I bought I nice home for both of my sisters now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;we doin real good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;we don't miss you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;see how life twists around, fucker?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-6507917475209752980?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/6507917475209752980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=6507917475209752980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/6507917475209752980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/6507917475209752980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2006/11/show-me-what-you-got.html' title='&quot;Show Me What You Got&quot;'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-4528670831274982081</id><published>2006-10-24T11:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T12:09:22.305+01:00</updated><title type='text'>We Ride</title><content type='html'>Yeah love the new Rhianna song, I'm such a girl at times liking Beyonce's new one , to the left to the left, there just catchy tunes i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Minor Irritations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My mum owing me near to £1000 (don't ask)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;That LAST post, (No comments, yeah thats a shocker) well it was meant to be me  being cool with being me, yet I've thought about it &amp; realsied why do I care what people think? If  they wanna think shit, stuff them.  I'm comftable with being seen as "different" , I'm a slightly well adjusted person &amp; I guess I've HAD to adjust with my surroundings/hopes &amp;amp; dreams/ambitions in life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I feel slightly down &amp; depressed at the moment &amp;amp; people are noticing in the "real" world (not just on the interweb), it bothers me but at the same time its nice that a few care.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. Wasn't meant to be as long as it was but I got into a rant there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We ride we ride, everyday........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Laters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-4528670831274982081?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/4528670831274982081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=4528670831274982081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/4528670831274982081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/4528670831274982081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2006/10/we-ride.html' title='We Ride'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-6542857418086537282</id><published>2006-10-20T12:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T13:01:07.168+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Arthrogryposis (My Disability)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v625/TerryTelWhateva/Disa/"&gt;Linkage To Photos &lt;/a&gt; Because Photobucket is being a bitch about showing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arthrogryposis"&gt;Linkage To Wiki Page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arthrogryposis (Arthrogryposis Multiplex Congenita) is a muscle disorder that causes multiple joint contractures at birth. A contracture is a limitation in the range of motion of a joint. It is non-progressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some cases, few joints may be affected and the range of motion may be nearly normal. In the "classic" case of arthrogryposis, hands, wrists, elbows, shoulders, hips, feet and knees are affected. In the most severe cases, nearly every body joint may be involved, including the jaw and back. Frequently, the contractures are accompanied by muscle weakness, which further limits movement. Arthrogryposis is relatively rare, occurring in approximately one in 3,000 births. The majority of affected individuals survive but a minority die, usually due to respiratory muscle involvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In most cases, arthrogryposis is not a genetic condition and does not occur more than once in a family. In about 30% of the cases, a genetic cause can be identified. The risk of recurrence for these cases varies with the type of genetic disorder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Research has shown that anything that prevents normal joint movement before birth can result in joint contractures. The joint itself may be normal. However, when a joint is not moved for a period of time, extra connective tissue tends to grow around it, fixing it in position. Lack of joint movement also means that tendons connecting to the joint are not stretched to their normal length; short tendons, in turn, make normal joint movement difficult. (This same kind of problem can develop after birth in joints that are immobilized for long periods of time in casts.)&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The pictures consist of my feet my left &amp; right hand &amp;amp; my special splint I have to wear to keep my feet straight as well as specially made trainers. Also no need for any poor you type comments either, thanks for bothering to read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v625/TerryTelWhateva/Disa/terry3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v625/TerryTelWhateva/Disa/terry3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v625/TerryTelWhateva/Disa/terry1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v625/TerryTelWhateva/Disa/terry1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v625/TerryTelWhateva/Disa/terry2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v625/TerryTelWhateva/Disa/terry2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v625/TerryTelWhateva/Disa/terr6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v625/TerryTelWhateva/Disa/terr6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v625/TerryTelWhateva/Disa/terry5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v625/TerryTelWhateva/Disa/terry5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v625/TerryTelWhateva/Disa/terry4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v625/TerryTelWhateva/Disa/terry4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v625/TerryTelWhateva/Disa/terry7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v625/TerryTelWhateva/Disa/terry7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-6542857418086537282?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/6542857418086537282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=6542857418086537282' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/6542857418086537282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/6542857418086537282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2006/10/arthrogryposis-my-disability.html' title='Arthrogryposis (My Disability)'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-5894420238797798427</id><published>2006-10-16T19:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T21:04:20.874+01:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Reasons Why I.............</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love &lt;/span&gt;OR &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hate &lt;/span&gt;you.  (Note:  I don't mean you personally, you might be real ugly so I'd never love you at all.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want give an honest assessment of yourself regarding my statements &amp; see what I think of you (Which is so important)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's start with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hate&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your probably taller then me. (If you are it'll just hurt more when you fall down)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You probably use smiley faces or do stuff like this :-)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your sensible with money.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You like being in love so your so frigging happy always.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You don't talk/type/spell proper English.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You probably have a really good job you love but everyone else would hate.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your family life is great.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You like emo music.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You like romantic novels/poetry.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All you do is talk about yourself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;You like most sports.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your quite smart.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You have a good sense of humour.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You have an open mind to most music.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You have some odd tendancies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You don't expect too much from people (or me)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You like me! (thats always a winner)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You don't show off.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You fit in with most social groups.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You don't judge people straight away.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-5894420238797798427?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/5894420238797798427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=5894420238797798427' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/5894420238797798427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/5894420238797798427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2006/10/10-reasons-why-i.html' title='10 Reasons Why I.............'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-896762553884829625</id><published>2006-10-07T14:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T14:59:59.531+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What i'll do is think of the most anal questions &amp; think of sensible awnsers to them. Like most of my posts, this can then be updated at a later date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:  Would you ever sleep with a prostitute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:  Nope.  For a couple of reasons, if i can be serious, I think of sex as something that shouldn't just be done for the fun of it but rather when you have two people in love &amp;amp; when I mean in love, not someone who you lust over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:  If you knew you were about to die, what would you like to be remembered for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:  For having many idiosyncrasies but also for being serious about stuff when needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:  Do you want to ever marry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:  As much as I hate the way all religions are at the moment that doesn't mean I wouldn't like to married one day.  Saying that I think she would have to be quite a patient person/not short tempered &amp; would have to "get" me &amp;amp; my many idiosyncrasies.  ( I love that word)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:  Why don't you like blondes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:  I dunno, it could be that (unfairly) most blondes I've known have been quite stupid/slow etc OR they have been stunnigly beautiful &amp; been "above" me as in I could never ever ever date them. (Not a height joke by the way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:  How have you managed to date anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:  I don't know, although I can be charming at times &amp;amp; not in a sleazy way which helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;UPDATED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:  Whats your all time fav song in the World?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:  Sunshine, by Jay Z &amp; Foxy Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:  Name a couple of changes you'd make if you were in charge of the UK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:  An IQ test before your allowed kids, less ghettoised neighbourhoods, pople who earn over a certain small amount of cash for medical treatment every time. EX: £2 a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: If you could have any job what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:  Hmmm.  A sports/actor/actress agent, comic book writer, a rwestling writer, or someone who makes computer games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:  Pussycat Dolls or Atomic Kitten?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:  Cat Stevens (LOL get it?)&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all for now, if you have any questions leave in comments below, you can even leave anymonus (SP?) ones as well, yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably do a couple more posts like this in future, I do think its easy to cheat though as I obviously thought of questions &amp;amp; then awnsers in one go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't like this whole opening up myself to people though so it may end here soonish.  Most of this fitted in with my last post anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-896762553884829625?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/896762553884829625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=896762553884829625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/896762553884829625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/896762553884829625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2006/10/stupid-questions.html' title='Stupid Questions'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-100477331353239577</id><published>2006-10-06T12:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T13:12:58.056+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fix You</title><content type='html'>Love that Coldplay track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go again, time for a serious post, what should I write about today?  Religion/exams before you can have kids/America &amp; its blind belief that only they matter/having a disability/relationships?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you get it the list could go on &amp;amp; on &amp; hopefully now I'm in the mood to keep writing here, which I haven't felt like doing in ages, its all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My topic today is Relationships or lack of, I'll add another one, if I can be assed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Relationships &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Erm where to begin, me, I've never really been that good at long term relationships of really any nature at all, be it friends/girlys etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I occasionaly get attention from a girl I'm often suprised &amp; sinical wondering whats in it for them.  I won't go on about relationships that were a very long time ago &amp;amp; over but from my 1st serious relationship, where the girl just wanted someone to be nice to her until she got over her own personal stuff, to my last with a girl who was very clingy &amp; needy,  I've always felt the need to finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about ending it every couple of months because really, I don't feel I'm good enough for anyone, that they could do better then me in the long run &amp;amp; that I should just let them. This often comes back at me in bad ways where I miss them OR just need to know that they are ok &amp; doing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid I know &amp;amp; I really should think better of myself as a person but I won't, even if Kate Moss/Rhianna/Ashanti/etc etc wanted to date me I'd still do exactly the same.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Disclaimer*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;*If you are Kate Moss/Rhianna/Ashanti/etc then I'm all for a casual relationship*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To be continued at a later date of choosing if I can be bothered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-100477331353239577?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/100477331353239577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=100477331353239577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/100477331353239577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/100477331353239577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2006/10/fix-you.html' title='Fix You'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-3316936222771063692</id><published>2006-10-05T12:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T12:42:01.408+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy/Sad Songs</title><content type='html'>Since I have nothing new to add, song lyrics are the next best thing I guess.  I was gonna post some more crap about me but then realised I don't really like sharing stuff about me, at all, with anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone is offended, tough shit, remember when I never swore at all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDITED:  Just seen how big the text is, stupid me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Could Well Be In"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Cuz her last relationship fucked her up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Got hurt majorly, finds it tough to trust. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Looked at the ashtray, then looked back up, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Spinnin it away on the tabletop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; She looked much fitter than saturday just. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; She worked in JD's with dan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Back then I figured she was pretty damn rough, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; But she was only wearin her work stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And in these clothes she looked more than buff, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; She stirred her straw, sat up to adjust. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I told her I thought it was important, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; That you could get lost in conversation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Chattin shit, sittin in, oblivion &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; With that person who's your special one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; She said she was the worst pool player under the sun, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; But blokes go easy so she always won. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I saw this thing on my TV the other week, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Said, that if she played with her hair, she's probably keen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; She's playin with her hair, well regularly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; So i reckon i could well be in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; She didn't look too bored with what I was sayin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Her hair looked much better than the other day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; She had her fingers 'round her hair, playin'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I Saw on the telly that's a good indication. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Stood up to buy the next drink though, "Nay." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Suppose that's just our girl's way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Im tryin to think what else I could say, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Peelin' the label off, spinnin the ashtray. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Yeah actually, yes, she did look pretty neat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Her perfume smelled expensive and sweet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I felt like my hair looked a bit cheap, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Wished I'd had it cut back last week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; She kept givin me this look, cuz she would speak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Was she only friendly, or was she a keep? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Asked her if she wanted the same again to drink. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Started to turn and get up out my seat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I saw this thing on my TV the other week, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Said, that if she played with her hair, she's probably keen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; She's playin with her hair, well regularly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; So i reckon i could well be in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; She said that her close mates all were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Always the most important thing to her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I said I thought it was a bit more blurred. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; She asked what I meant by that as she stirred. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I told her about the money and what had occurred &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; With it goin missing from the living room, so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; With my best mates all there standin by, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Right where I left it, under their eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; So surely one of them might have spied &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; What happened to my money at that time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I felt like they were all smilin on the side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; She was like "fair play" she couldn't say why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; She didn't know what all my mates were like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And I said she just might be right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Wish I had someone I could always rely, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Someone to get lost chattin to all night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I saw this thing on my TV the other week, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Said, that if she played with her hair, she's probably keen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; She's playin with her hair, well regularly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; So i reckon i could well be in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; As I walked back with more drinks to our place, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; She had her phone stuck to the side of her face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I sat for a minute while she chatted away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; 'bout somethin with her mom and her birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Played for a bit with the same ashtray, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Thought about things while i sat and waited. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; It was nice to chat about the shit in my head, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Someone who just listens to you instead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I looked at the barman, wiping down again, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Looked at the football on the tv set, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Tryin to look like i weren't just waitin there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; For her conversation to come to an end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I look at my watch and realized right then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; That, for three hours, been in conversation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Before she put her phone down, she switched to silent, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And we carried on chattin for more than that again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I saw this thing on my TV the other week, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Said, that if she played with her hair, she's probably keen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; She's playin with her hair, well regularly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; So i reckon i could well be in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sad Song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;"It's Too Late"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; She said meet me at the gates at 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Leave now don't be late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; She said one day she'd walk away cos I'm always late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Thought things were ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Didnt care though anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Say sorry babe, I had to meet a mate, tempting fate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; We first met through a shared view, she loved me and I did too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; It's now 7:50 getting ready better be nifty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Do my hair quickly, step out it's cloudy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Mate bells me to borrow money, I got two Henry's and a dealer to pay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Call up on geezers to rid these green trees of my reeking jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Got a you think I care outglaring geezers stares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I'm here and I'm there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Couldn't see past the end of my beer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; What was getting near, all the silence after the cheers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; She said meet me at the gates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Don't be late, but pretty soon the day came for change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And I was glad she never walked away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; So Im choosing what to wear, doing my hair with an hour to spare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; When my life went pear, she'd been there with a thick stare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Big wheel climed to the top, geezer scares bounced off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Standing at the top of this huge mountain, smiling and shouting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Spring flowers sprouting, not one inch of doubt in my mind as I reached the gates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Came round the corner at a rate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Risked her love but Im gonna set things straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Never again am I gonna be late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Never again am I gonna be late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Never again am I gonna be late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I said meet me at the gates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Leave now don't be late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I waited for a while listening to her voicemail, mind set sail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Then the facts turned me pale, wind rain and hail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; My fears unveiled, for my fair female&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; She'd walked away, too little too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I step up the pace, walk past the gates, rain runs over my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Spirit falls from grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I purchase a hazy escape at the alcohol place in the chase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Sat down I got a fat frown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Weaping and drowning my senses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; For this love game's expensive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I walk in a trance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Gort a wounded soldier stance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The everyday geezers stares throw me off balance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Now nothing holds significance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And nothing holds relavance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; 'Cause the only thing I can see is her elagance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-3316936222771063692?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/3316936222771063692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=3316936222771063692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/3316936222771063692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/3316936222771063692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2006/10/happysad-songs.html' title='Happy/Sad Songs'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-4463168183397931938</id><published>2006-10-04T16:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T16:52:52.522+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Intresting....</title><content type='html'>No not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had to have some dentist fillings done today &amp; the dentist lady had to numb my mouth 6 times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dog Jessica has become paranoid over rain, everytime it rains she starts barking/growling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My social interaction with people gets less &amp;amp; less every day, at the moment I feel old/useless &amp;amp; in no mood to do anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who doesn't see the awesome Dead or Alive movie starring the stunning Holly Valance is a complete loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea Lauren you forgot to email me blondie. ( I know this goes against the "never mention me again or die" rule you set out but meh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's another week I wonder what troppo really means? lol.  Thanks for making me bother to write anything here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll end on a happy note. I've finished this blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I did there eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-4463168183397931938?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/4463168183397931938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=4463168183397931938' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/4463168183397931938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/4463168183397931938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2006/10/intresting.html' title='Intresting....'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-1592164993306403833</id><published>2006-09-26T10:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T10:46:20.475+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lighter Mood</title><content type='html'>Hello &amp; welcome to the show, lets begin with some quick fire questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a woman was hot but had facial hair would that put you off?&lt;br /&gt;Facial hair on men good or bad?&lt;br /&gt;Isn't broadband great? ( I now have it)&lt;br /&gt;Why are most American's/Aussies loud talkers?&lt;br /&gt;Why does Posh &amp;amp; becks wanna appear in Neighbours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Lastly, Bond or Jack Bauer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short blog today, busy, I'll do a sensible/moody blog entry later in the week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-1592164993306403833?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/1592164993306403833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=1592164993306403833' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/1592164993306403833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/1592164993306403833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2006/09/lighter-mood.html' title='Lighter Mood'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-5842875372109737619</id><published>2006-09-15T20:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T20:22:46.808+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The 304th Postie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.google.co.uk/images?q=tbn:de-IXMgc94LBLM:http://www.celebritydesktop.com/images/actresses/holly_valance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 156px;" src="http://images.google.co.uk/images?q=tbn:de-IXMgc94LBLM:http://www.celebritydesktop.com/images/actresses/holly_valance.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.google.co.uk/images?q=tbn:oQ43ZcUPyTCZVM:http://photos.lacoccinelle.net/38/46/13846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 155px;" src="http://images.google.co.uk/images?q=tbn:oQ43ZcUPyTCZVM:http://photos.lacoccinelle.net/38/46/13846.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh, this was meant to be a post with pics of me but why spoil it, I'll leave them to the next post I make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be clear on something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my dad or any member of my family will NOT read this, so I can say it without feeling bad for them (My Family)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad I hate you, as much as I've got used to people letting me down &amp;  showing they don't care really &amp;amp; truelly, you have been the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try my best with people, I try to be a good person, I try to be honest, if i have a problem with you I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one will ever replace my dad or I wont hear a bad word said about him outside of my family but you truely are gone to me, with a couple of people as well, who were also importaant but toook it upon themself to come into my life, screw me over then leave me ruined emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos thats face it emotionally I'm a lost cause, i feel the need to ruin friendships &amp;amp; relationships all because I've been let down before, thats just how I now am after people have let me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now feel better, thanks for reading. Have a good wknd people...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-5842875372109737619?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/5842875372109737619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=5842875372109737619' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/5842875372109737619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/5842875372109737619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2006/09/304th-postie.html' title='The 304th Postie'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-115808905489468455</id><published>2006-09-12T20:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T20:24:15.660+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Holly Valance &amp; She Indeed Loves Me, Yea...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/e/ec/DOA.jpg/200px-DOA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/e/ec/DOA.jpg/200px-DOA.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-115808905489468455?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/115808905489468455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=115808905489468455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/115808905489468455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/115808905489468455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-love-holly-valance-she-indeed-loves.html' title='I Love Holly Valance &amp; She Indeed Loves Me, Yea...'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-115736941410672637</id><published>2006-09-04T12:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T15:23:41.226+01:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Steve Irwin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.google.co.uk/images?q=tbn:697wRfN6yNojOM:http://www.tiscali.co.uk/entertainment/images/steve_irwin150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://images.google.co.uk/images?q=tbn:697wRfN6yNojOM:http://www.tiscali.co.uk/entertainment/images/steve_irwin150.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Australian Icon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-115736941410672637?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/115736941410672637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=115736941410672637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/115736941410672637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/115736941410672637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2006/09/rip-steve-irwin.html' title='RIP Steve Irwin'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-115702865281414283</id><published>2006-08-31T13:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T13:50:52.826+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing Blind</title><content type='html'>Due to problems with my internet provider, I can't actually see my blog so if there are any obvious spelling mistakes etc, my apoligies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well what have I been up too you may ask, &amp; I'd reply it's non of your freaking  business but hey thats run with that question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing that important really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh I m,ade a friend on Myspace!  A mini UK celeb, Iian Lee, go me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats all for this update, I promise my 302nd blog entry will be better value for your time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-115702865281414283?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/115702865281414283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=115702865281414283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/115702865281414283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/115702865281414283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2006/08/writing-blind.html' title='Writing Blind'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-115642735332038976</id><published>2006-08-24T14:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T14:49:13.380+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Blinded By The Lights......</title><content type='html'>Streets song about doing drugs, I like it, download or buy the Streets albums, I like them so they must be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh An idea has hit me, I'll tell you guys what cool albums to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay-Z - He now may be Beyonce's bitch, but the guy has always made good albums &amp; I'd get if I was you, Reasonable Doubt (1st album) &amp; The Black Album (Last one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Streets - Original Pirate Material (Cos Pirates Rock!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mase - Harlem World, &amp; Double UP, both good albums &amp; shows that Mase really was the next big thing until he found God (Damn that God dude)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas - God's Son, I also like some of his earlier stuff but not all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eminem - Eminem Show, My two fav Eminem tracks are on that album, his last one wasn't so hot though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanye West - College Dropout, 1st album was much better then 2nd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NWA _ Straight Outta Compton, back when Dre could rap &amp; also includes one of my fav tracks ever, Express yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coldplay - Should own 1 of there albums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oasis - Whats The Story Morning Glory, best Oasis album out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N.E.R.D - As bad as Pharrell's single stuff is, N.E.R.D still rock &amp; if anyone see's one of their N.E.R.D hats around the web let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't own any of them albums by any of them people, you have crap music taste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-115642735332038976?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/115642735332038976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=115642735332038976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/115642735332038976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/115642735332038976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2006/08/blinded-by-lights.html' title='Blinded By The Lights......'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-115540949725966759</id><published>2006-08-12T20:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T13:37:32.276+01:00</updated><title type='text'>EDIT</title><content type='html'>EDITED:  Still haven't written anything, no one cares anyway lol, when I get round to my 300th post though it'll be worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got so much to write about, ill try &amp; edit this post tommorow if i get a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill be back...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-115540949725966759?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/115540949725966759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=115540949725966759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/115540949725966759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/115540949725966759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2006/08/edit.html' title='EDIT'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-115375199008445769</id><published>2006-07-24T15:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T15:39:50.090+01:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG ASL</title><content type='html'>Girls play Computer games!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Coolness!&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v625/TerryTelWhateva/comp4.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Awesome! (Apart from NINJA's don't use guns!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v625/TerryTelWhateva/comp3.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;WOW&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v625/TerryTelWhateva/comp1.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Yes PLEASE!...........&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v625/TerryTelWhateva/comp2.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;amp; to think Hot women can't sell anything, they surely can...............I wish they'd hurry up &amp;amp; sell world peace.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If your hot/a female/like computer games/leave a comment.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This is to be my last post for awhile, (again), people have let me down recently &amp;amp; I need to reavalute what friendship is all about. Oh &amp;amp; life as well, can't forget that.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-115375199008445769?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/115375199008445769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=115375199008445769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/115375199008445769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/115375199008445769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2006/07/omg-asl.html' title='OMG ASL'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-115348364563835724</id><published>2006-07-21T12:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T13:07:25.656+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I Worry...</title><content type='html'>Will anyone love me as much as my dog loves me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever feel not let down by people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this all that life is, &amp; will I never worry about what my life will become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will religion ever become non important &amp; will PEOPLE take its place as being the most important thing in our lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever trust someone completly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will we ever stop being so shallow &amp; accept others who are different?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-115348364563835724?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/115348364563835724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=115348364563835724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/115348364563835724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/115348364563835724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-worry.html' title='I Worry...'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-115339950024310993</id><published>2006-07-20T13:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T13:45:00.260+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Go</title><content type='html'>I did write a long post about my school closing down &amp; stuff about me that thinking back, sounded crap, most was how I'm ugly or anally retarded, so I don't really feel in the mood to write all that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead I'll awnser any questions about life or hey maybe U'd like me to awnser something for you, leave a comment &amp; I'll reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like how I come across as important when I know I'm not. Just in case you think I thinkI am, i truelly am not &amp; dont ever wish to come across/appear that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-115339950024310993?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/115339950024310993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=115339950024310993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/115339950024310993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/115339950024310993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2006/07/go.html' title='Go'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-115325031237915098</id><published>2006-07-18T20:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T20:18:32.396+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Heat</title><content type='html'>Its so hot, I blame all you 4*4 drivers for global warming.  Yea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-115325031237915098?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/115325031237915098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=115325031237915098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/115325031237915098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/115325031237915098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2006/07/heat.html' title='Heat'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-115322842046473778</id><published>2006-07-18T14:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T14:13:40.490+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>Dear summer, I know you gon' miss me&lt;br /&gt;For we been together like Nike Airs and crisp tees&lt;br /&gt;S dots with polo fleeces&lt;br /&gt;Purple label shit with the logo secret&lt;br /&gt;Gimme couple years, shit I might just sneak in&lt;br /&gt;A couple words and like peaches and herb&lt;br /&gt;We'll be reunited and it feels so hood&lt;br /&gt;Have the whole world saying "How you still so good?"&lt;br /&gt;Well I do this in my slumber summer&lt;br /&gt;I ain't none of these half-assed newcomers, you know how I do summer&lt;br /&gt;I drop heat, when you bring the sun up&lt;br /&gt;The combo make niggaz act up, I pick the gun up&lt;br /&gt;Niggaz back up; they know I'm not no fronter&lt;br /&gt;I don't talk shit, I just flip it +Un+ ya&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Lance, I'm just trying to advance my quotes&lt;br /&gt;I ain't making you the butt of my jokes&lt;br /&gt;But let's not stray from what I came to say&lt;br /&gt;To my beloved, think we need some time away&lt;br /&gt;They say if you love it, you should let it out its cage&lt;br /&gt;And fuck it, if it comes back you know it's there to stay&lt;br /&gt;It's tugging, at my heart, but this time apart is needed&lt;br /&gt;From the public, who should've gave me the pulitz'&lt;br /&gt;Instead gave me they ass to kiss&lt;br /&gt;But you know me, thugging 'til the casket dips&lt;br /&gt;But still shine light down on all my peers&lt;br /&gt;I know they weird... some queer, I still want them to share&lt;br /&gt;And all the success I received, I know you can't believe&lt;br /&gt;I still love 'em but they don't love me&lt;br /&gt;They like the drunk uncle in your family&lt;br /&gt;You know they lame, you feel ashamed, but you love 'em the same&lt;br /&gt;It's like when niggaz make subliminal records&lt;br /&gt;If it ain't directed directly at me, I don't respect it&lt;br /&gt;You don't really want it with Hov, for the record&lt;br /&gt;I put a couple careers on hold, you could be next kid&lt;br /&gt;Keep entering the danger zone&lt;br /&gt;You gon' make that boy Hov put your name in a song&lt;br /&gt;If you that hungry for fame, motherfucker c'mon&lt;br /&gt;Say when, take ten paces and spin&lt;br /&gt;But on another note, 'bout to take another vaca'&lt;br /&gt;On another boat, goddamn a motherfucker rode&lt;br /&gt;His way out the hood, and I pray that I stay out for good&lt;br /&gt;But any day you know a nigga could&lt;br /&gt;Try and play like he Suge, then I gotta play like Dutch Schultz&lt;br /&gt;You pass the dutchie, I blast you, trust me&lt;br /&gt;Niggaz can't fuck with me&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a good mood, you lucky, I got a good groove&lt;br /&gt;And I ain't trying to fuck my thing up&lt;br /&gt;But I will lay down a couple green bucks, get you cleaned up&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm +Pulp Fiction+, Colt four-fifth and&lt;br /&gt;Young niggaz that blast for me/blasphemy, no religion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[talking]&lt;br /&gt;Listen here summer baby, I just believe it's the right thing to do&lt;br /&gt;I got a brand new bitch, corporate America&lt;br /&gt;She showing me a lot of action right now&lt;br /&gt;And I know you put me on my feet and all, but&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it's time for me to grow&lt;br /&gt;You gotta let me go baby, you gotta let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done for now, so one for now&lt;br /&gt;Possibly forever, we had fun together&lt;br /&gt;But like all good things, we must come to an end&lt;br /&gt;Please show the same love to my friends&lt;br /&gt;Dear summer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-115322842046473778?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/115322842046473778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=115322842046473778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/115322842046473778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/115322842046473778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2006/07/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-115288406758288451</id><published>2006-07-14T14:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T14:34:27.610+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sue Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imgsrv.wbbm780.com/image/wbbm/UserFiles/Image/poll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://imgsrv.wbbm780.com/image/wbbm/UserFiles/Image/poll.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Best Story Of The Week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://msn.foxsports.com/nba/story/5766288?FSO1&amp;ATT=HMA" target="_blank" class="postlink"&gt;http://msn.foxsports.com/nba/story/5766288?FSO1&amp;amp;ATT=HMA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Man says he's tired of being mistaken for MJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Portland, Ore. man has filed a lawsuit for $832 million, saying he is tired of being mistaken for Michael Jordan, according to KGW-TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The television station's Web site says Allen Heckard filed the suit against His Airness and Nike founder Phil Knight on June 29 in county court, claiming to have been mistaken for the basketball legend nearly every day for the past 15 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy KGW.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he's tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm constantly being accused of looking like Michael and it makes it very uncomfortable for me," Heckard reportedly said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heckard apparently is suing Jordan for defamation and permanent injury, emotional pain and suffering. He is suing Knight for defamation and permanent injury for promoting Jordan and making him one of the world's most famous athletes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heckard, who stands slightly taller than 6 feet, says many people miss the fact that he is roughly six inches shorter than Jordan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Heckard bears a physical resemblance to Jordan because he has a shaved head, an earring in his left ear, and is in good physical shape — from playing basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Even when I go to the gym I'm being accused of playing ball like him (Jordan)," Heckard said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't most people consider that a compliment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, don't get me wrong it's definitely a positive thing, because Michael, like I say is one of the best ball players that I've known to play the game. But then again, that's Michael and I'm me. So I want to be recognized as me just like Michael's being recognized as Michael."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The television station apparently caught Heckard wearing blue Air Jordan tennis shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Heckard trying to look like Jordan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They're very comfortable shoes to play ball in," said Heckard. "I play a lot of basketball and any other shoes I try to play in tend to hurt the bottom of my feet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made Heckard decide to file suit against Jordan and Knight for $416 million each?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, you figure with my age and you multiply that times seven and then I turn around and I figure that's what it all boils down to."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-115288406758288451?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/115288406758288451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=115288406758288451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/115288406758288451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/115288406758288451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2006/07/sue-me.html' title='Sue Me'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-115262102295269536</id><published>2006-07-11T13:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T13:34:28.500+01:00</updated><title type='text'>meh</title><content type='html'>Hello,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday afternoon &amp; here I am writing...nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep nothing,it's like I have stuff to say but can't because I made some mistakes with this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistake One:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told people about it. Now really I shouldn't have, i actually prefer writing stuff &amp;amp; not caring/worrying if people judge what I write. Instead I get friends,reading my thoughts,, theydon't comment on it but hey they read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my disability topics, 2 people out of all my friends I've told about this place, have mentioned that too me, does that make me someone with no friends......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats probably the main mistake with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistake Two:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some posts I'm not to be taken seriously,if you know me I joke about stuff a lot, religion etc etcbut people take it way way too far &amp;amp; then think they know my opinions on stuff.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;So I have a choice, Do I:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep the place open a couple of months before a slow death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or just say what I really think without caring too much?&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos I'm bored I wanted to talk about something.Actually I'll ask a question if it gets replies I'll write something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is religion in these days (of war/arguments) more important then our lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discuss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-115262102295269536?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/115262102295269536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=115262102295269536' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/115262102295269536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/115262102295269536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2006/07/meh.html' title='meh'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-115227692446160536</id><published>2006-07-07T13:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T14:03:18.986+01:00</updated><title type='text'>About Me Rantage 505</title><content type='html'>People &amp; me just don't go together at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from one or two people here &amp;amp; there I find people annoying, I even get to the stage where I have to critise them for stuff they have messed up. Do I have the right too? Do I care? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on the other hand I'll help people out, can't find something? Ask me &amp; i'll find it for you &amp;amp; ill look for ages sometimes even with no thanks at all. why do I do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its cos I believe in Karma &amp;amp; doing good things for people i dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a genuine nice guy.I always used to get the "oh your so nice" from girls I'd fancy/lust over.thats quite annoying but I can put up with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure I can be an ass at times but who isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rantage Over I think I've reasurred myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God the amount of times I've finished with one girl because I've been insecure is LOL able.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-115227692446160536?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/115227692446160536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=115227692446160536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/115227692446160536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/115227692446160536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2006/07/about-me-rantage-505.html' title='About Me Rantage 505'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-115213363353731596</id><published>2006-07-05T22:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T12:25:10.050+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Statements</title><content type='html'>America to go to war with Iran &amp; North Korea at same time?  Madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was gonna post some irrelevant crap about me,I won't dissapoint, It'll be here tommmorow, I think it'll either be about women in general &amp;amp; their effects on me good &amp; bad or advice &amp;amp; where you can shove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh, I rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-115213363353731596?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/115213363353731596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=115213363353731596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/115213363353731596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/115213363353731596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2006/07/random-statements_05.html' title='Random Statements'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-115158627217271759</id><published>2006-06-29T14:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T21:25:44.233+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Day/Women Are The Enemy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;EDITED:  EVEN MORE BAD NEWS! England are out, if your hot &amp; female leave me a message to cheer me up,if your someone I know who wants to annoy me,don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my old school is closing down. Damn it had its moments,here are moments I'll remember. All probably LOL now anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I once sent a girl this poem I wrote, I didn't write my name on it or anything, just left it on her bag, so a couple of days later I tell my friend Lee about it, he grasses on me(!) i get into some trouble from the girls boyfriend about this (lol)but in the end im sitting in a empty playground, she comes over &amp;amp; asks why I did it, I just tell her to forget it &amp; I walk away.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the time one of my friends called me a spaz, I actually cried over this as no one had ever called me that before but I never grassed on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then another friend asked me if I WANTED HIM to STAND on MY HAND to make it straight, yep you read right. He was being serious as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this time i didnt give a football to this other boy so he actually pushed me over,I must have twisted my leg cos I couldn't actually get up, so what happened, A GIRL had to CARRY me to the nurse, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I think of anymore Ill post them.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Download/Buy This Track&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v625/TerryTelWhateva/8b82cde7.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Rihanna - Unfaithful Lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Story of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Searching for the right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it keeps avoiding me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow in my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause it seems that wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really loves my company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hes more than a man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is more than love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason that this guy is blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the clouds are rolling in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because I'm gone again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to him I just can't be true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I know that he knows I'm unfaithful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it kills him inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to know that I am happy with some other guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see him dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna do this anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be the reason why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I walk out the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see him die a little more inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna hurt him anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna take away his life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a murderer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel it in the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as I'm doing my hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preparing for another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kiss up on my cheek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's here reluctantly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as if I'm gonna be out late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say I won't be long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hanging with the girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A liar didn't have to tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we both know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where I'm about to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we know it very well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause I know that he knows I'm unfaithful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it kills him inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to know that I am happy with some other guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see him dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna do this anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be the reason why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I walk out the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see him die a little more inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna hurt him anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna take away his life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a murderer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might as well take a gun and put it to his head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get it over with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna do this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anymore (anymore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna do this anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be the reason why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I walk out the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see him die a little more inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna hurt him anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna take away his life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a murderer (a murderer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No no no no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah yeah&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-115158627217271759?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/115158627217271759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=115158627217271759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/115158627217271759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/115158627217271759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2006/06/sad-daywomen-are-enemy.html' title='Sad Day/Women Are The Enemy'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-115123760970844246</id><published>2006-06-25T13:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T13:13:29.736+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Positive Energy</title><content type='html'>Under 3 hours left,will England get to the next round? Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been thinking, (stop me now) from now on I'm gonna be tottally positive, there will be no negatavity at all from me,even if i get run over &amp;amp; then reversed over I'd still be positive etc. (God, I don't literally mean that ok?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awaits the 1st test.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-115123760970844246?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/115123760970844246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=115123760970844246' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/115123760970844246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/115123760970844246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2006/06/positive-energy.html' title='Positive Energy'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-115082919707994006</id><published>2006-06-20T19:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T19:50:39.573+01:00</updated><title type='text'>meh part 26753 and 5</title><content type='html'>Football starts in half an hour, i wonder if England will finish top of their group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment im writing my memoirs,at my age they should be a fun read filled with excitemnet &amp; life changing moments in history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment I'm coming to terms with losing "the person for me"  shes vanished off the face of the planet, well it has been a year since, I'm suire shes moved on &amp;amp; realised what asshole I am at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things are just not meant to be are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you download/buy any track make sure its Rhianna's Unfaithful, i love that song &amp;amp; as a guy maybe i should hate it as its a cushy girly song, but it proves it doesn't it, women are the enemy.........Beware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I'll share my memoirs with you all sooner I'll post more irrelevant crap,wait a minute ain't that the same......Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh.........................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-115082919707994006?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/115082919707994006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=115082919707994006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/115082919707994006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/115082919707994006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2006/06/meh-part-26753-and-5.html' title='meh part 26753 and 5'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-115054786324132712</id><published>2006-06-17T13:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T13:51:16.890+01:00</updated><title type='text'>So Fathers Day</title><content type='html'>here tommorow........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not to bothered about it apart from my mum wanting me 2 buy a card 4 someone who isnt even my dad......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are u supposed to go about this without anyone having hurt feeling?..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-115054786324132712?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/115054786324132712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=115054786324132712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/115054786324132712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/115054786324132712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-fathers-day.html' title='So Fathers Day'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-115022709760408498</id><published>2006-06-13T20:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T21:05:31.470+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Welsh Un Wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 82px; height: 91px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v625/TerryTelWhateva/churchi.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;Charlotte Church has stated she wouldn't wanna lose weight cos she'd lose her boobs, &amp;amp; her bf would leave her. Shallow yes.......But who is, her or her boyfriend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-115022709760408498?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/115022709760408498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=115022709760408498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/115022709760408498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/115022709760408498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2006/06/welsh-un-wonder.html' title='Welsh Un Wonder'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-114994016820467801</id><published>2006-06-10T12:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T12:53:30.733+01:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Lions On A Shirt</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 77px; height: 149px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v625/TerryTelWhateva/lamps.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 72px; height: 148px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v625/TerryTelWhateva/gerd.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v625/TerryTelWhateva/ebcd9e89.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on Lampard, Gerrard to win the World Cup! &amp;amp; yeah Jenn teaches people about sunblock,very important during the summer months..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-114994016820467801?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/114994016820467801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=114994016820467801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/114994016820467801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/114994016820467801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2006/06/3-lions-on-shirt.html' title='3 Lions On A Shirt'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-114942281083828284</id><published>2006-06-04T13:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T13:10:51.406+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"you can never really trust a boar, just like you can never trust a bull."</title><content type='html'>Next time use the fork(lame joke for Star Wars fans)    &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/wales/5036516.stm"&gt;Linkage&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;A north Wales farmer is recovering in hospital after he was mauled by a 47-stone (298 kg) pig.&lt;br /&gt;Geraint Roberts, 49, was trying to move the Landrace boar into its pen in Brynsiencyn, when it attacked him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pig pinned him against a tractor and bit him on the legs, back and left arm. One bite nearly severed an artery.&lt;br /&gt;The farmer's wife Nerys stopped the attack by turning a hose on the pig. Mr Roberts has undergone seven hours of surgery at Ysbyty Gwynedd, Bangor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He remains in hospital, four days after the attack on Sunday evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We've had him for about a year and he's normally quite placid, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but you can never really trust a boar, just like you can never trust a bull&lt;/span&gt; said Gwyn Roberts  "My father is lucky to be alive.  I think if he had been on his own, or my mother had not thought to use the hose, he would probably be dead. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I had a pitchfork&lt;/span&gt; and was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trying to shout at the boar, to get him away&lt;/span&gt;, but it was no use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We've no idea why he turned violent. We've had him for about a year and he's normally quite placid, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but you can never really trust a boar, just like you can never trust a bull."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My father has worked with pigs all his life and this is the first time anything like this has happened. It was terrible, but it could have been so much worse."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-114942281083828284?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/114942281083828284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=114942281083828284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/114942281083828284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/114942281083828284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2006/06/you-can-never-really-trust-boar-just.html' title='&quot;you can never really trust a boar, just like you can never trust a bull.&quot;'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-114926406853691090</id><published>2006-06-02T16:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T13:08:01.770+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I Chickened Out</title><content type='html'>It hasn't been 6 days &amp; I haven't posted any pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always do that though,say I'm going to do something then I just don't have the balls to do it,annoys me greatly.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;A funny story,when i was in college i became quite friendly with everyone (this was before the McD's chick before anyone is wondering) &amp;amp; their was a girl in my class who I really liked, she was just WOW (yeah Jessica Alba WOW) so 1 day she asks me to open the window for her &amp; well I then say.......................         ..............." Sure anything for you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence in the room in front of like10 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She later left the course i was doing &amp;amp; I never saw her again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-114926406853691090?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/114926406853691090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=114926406853691090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/114926406853691090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/114926406853691090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-chickened-out.html' title='I Chickened Out'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-114890740883512614</id><published>2006-05-29T13:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T14:03:50.366+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A 6 Day Break</title><content type='html'>I won't be around for 6 days,until then,enjoy, I'll do something brave on my return. (see below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to see X Men 3: The Last Stand tommorow with my brother, should be good apart from the kids now on half term ruining the movie, I hope there isn't to many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I? My cold has returned &amp; I have a really nasty headache as well, how can you get colds during the summertime? I think its cos i have always had a weak chest so if i ever get unwell in their it stays awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week if I have credit on my phone I'm gonna post some pictures of me (Cos I am that vain) it'll stop people asking awkward questions &amp;amp; if another person asks"whats your disability about/then", I could then just give them the linkage &amp; really not stress about it, I always do stress about it though I think &amp;amp; thats why I never mention it to people as well as it not being their bussiness lol, it doesn't really affect how I am with them does it?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those going,"Wow Terry has a disability/is a spas/etc etc", like I said above don't be offended that I didn't share it with you, just know as I said above,it wasn't really that important to the idol chit chat of IM's over MSN or Yahoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are right weird about it as well,like I can pass it to them or something lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rantage over,nobody will probably reply to this but oh well, I feel better for writing it down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-114890740883512614?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/114890740883512614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=114890740883512614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/114890740883512614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/114890740883512614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2006/05/6-day-break.html' title='A 6 Day Break'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-114847268195484208</id><published>2006-05-24T13:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T21:42:30.086+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Meh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Am I shallow, am i hung up on such wrong ways&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am shallow and loving every wrong play&lt;br /&gt;If love is blind then why do we all buy lingerie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" &gt;I&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; thought i should post something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;If you could kill 1 person in the whole World (yes the whole World) who would that person be?There is no punishment for this crime apart from maybe your own guilt that you'd feel, please choose wisely...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-114847268195484208?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/114847268195484208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=114847268195484208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/114847268195484208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/114847268195484208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2006/05/meh.html' title='Meh'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-114760610974830110</id><published>2006-05-14T12:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T13:44:08.460+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Years Later UPDATED</title><content type='html'>EDITED 3 Times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally can say my dad is a asshole &amp; not care about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should that worry me? Probably not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every Day I Love You Less &amp; Less &lt;/span&gt;Quality song &amp;amp; that sums up how i feel but nobody loves me lol, i feel lucky i can joke about being a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh i dunno what to do anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-114760610974830110?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/114760610974830110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=114760610974830110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/114760610974830110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/114760610974830110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2006/05/years-later-updated.html' title='Years Later UPDATED'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-114752846860070643</id><published>2006-05-13T14:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T14:28:06.880+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Or Alive Movie</title><content type='html'>Anyone remember my obsession with Holly Valance? Yeah shes back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres so many 1 liner jokes here so i just won't use them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v625/TerryTelWhateva/doafilm4a.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rains a lot on this cool fun island&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v625/TerryTelWhateva/doafilm3a.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sun is finally out,that's play volleyball..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v625/TerryTelWhateva/doafilm1a.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;                                                                                         &lt;br /&gt;Devon Akri(Right) i love you as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v625/TerryTelWhateva/doafilm5a.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie Preselly(My Name Is Earl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v625/TerryTelWhateva/doafilm2a.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-114752846860070643?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/114752846860070643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=114752846860070643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/114752846860070643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/114752846860070643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2006/05/dead-or-alive-movie.html' title='Dead Or Alive Movie'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-114752768367380868</id><published>2006-05-13T14:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T14:41:23.783+01:00</updated><title type='text'>How Not 2 Sell A Games Console..........</title><content type='html'>Too Into The Game:I hate people that turn&amp;nbsp; as if they really are turning(as in car racing games etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v625/TerryTelWhateva/wee3.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Toilet face.......:Looks like1 ofthe idiots from Westlife(I rest my case)&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v625/TerryTelWhateva/wii2.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;No Name: At least these games will give good exercise(God that girl can bend)&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v625/TerryTelWhateva/wii1.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-114752768367380868?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/114752768367380868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=114752768367380868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/114752768367380868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/114752768367380868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2006/05/how-not-2-sell-games-console.html' title='How Not 2 Sell A Games Console..........'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-114746779372883053</id><published>2006-05-12T22:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T22:03:13.803+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Still i repeat Still ill!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Still ill &amp; being sick,luckily I have only been sick down the toilet &amp;amp; not no where else,what would my mum say eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends are lucky i now have a blog to post stuff like this on instead of emails...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-114746779372883053?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/114746779372883053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=114746779372883053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/114746779372883053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/114746779372883053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2006/05/still-i-repeat-still-ill.html' title='Still i repeat Still ill!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-114726443067306850</id><published>2006-05-10T13:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T20:06:03.396+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ill</title><content type='html'>Yeah i have a sore throat,headache &amp; cold.My mum has told me to sweat it out&lt;br /&gt;sooooooooooooooooo if female &amp;amp; hot let me know lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember a ex telling me i sounded like her ex when i had a cold, &amp;amp; yea i allowed her 2 say that without bitching about it all,stupid me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also good luck to people who are doing exams soon,not that you need it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-114726443067306850?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/114726443067306850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=114726443067306850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/114726443067306850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/114726443067306850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2006/05/ill.html' title='ill'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-114665907117038042</id><published>2006-05-03T13:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T13:24:31.243+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Girl Down Under Shocker!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v625/TerryTelWhateva/n_bedingfield.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I bet the Aussies wish she was from their.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyway as you can see i can now post pictures again sonow i dont have to just talk about me/things that bother me.Just thisonce though i will:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;People Bitching About Other People From Other Country's Taking Thier Jobs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yea if you wasnt so lazy, wanted more money or a better worker maybe you would have a job? As you can probably get more money off the Goverment then these people do who come here,quit complaining.You just have tolearn to play the system like they have.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Without the illegal immigrants work, Countriess would go down the toilet faster then the New Superman movie or the new David Blaine stunt.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cant Think Who To Vote 4? Thats Vote The Racist Party!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yeah thats not, Seeing as your family probably moved to whatever Country your in years &amp;amp; years ago makes you a idiot if you do.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thats all for today.Ifinally feel this place can gobacktohowit was instead of me posting pointless posts.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Whatever you believe in, thanxs for at least reading.........&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-114665907117038042?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/114665907117038042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=114665907117038042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/114665907117038042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/114665907117038042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2006/05/hot-girl-down-under-shocker.html' title='Hot Girl Down Under Shocker!'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-114657123113107011</id><published>2006-05-02T12:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T13:00:31.150+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The 2nd Sexist Post in a Week Award!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;If your fat/feel down about yourself &amp; Female, please look away now, if your fat/dream about females with fine selfs please continue to the USA FHM list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like researching all these females,meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Scarlett Johansson&lt;br /&gt;2. Angelina Jolie &lt;br /&gt;3. Jessica Alba &lt;br /&gt;4. Jessica Simpson&lt;br /&gt;5. Keira Knightley&lt;br /&gt;6. Halle Berry&lt;br /&gt;7. Jenny McCarthy&lt;br /&gt;8. Maria Sharapova&lt;br /&gt;9. Carmen Electra&lt;br /&gt;10. Teri Hatcher&lt;br /&gt;11. Paris Hilton&lt;br /&gt;12. Jennifer Garner&lt;br /&gt;13. Eva Longoria&lt;br /&gt;14. Lindsay Lohan&lt;br /&gt;15. Charlize Theron&lt;br /&gt;16. Jessica Beil&lt;br /&gt;17. Jaime Pressly&lt;br /&gt;18. Beyonce&lt;br /&gt;19. Katherine Heigl&lt;br /&gt;20. Shakira&lt;br /&gt;21. Vida Guerra&lt;br /&gt;22. Alyssa Milano&lt;br /&gt;23. Cameron Diaz&lt;br /&gt;24. Pamela Anderson&lt;br /&gt;25. Beth Ostrosky&lt;br /&gt;26. Jennifer Lopez&lt;br /&gt;27. Adriana Lima&lt;br /&gt;28. Mariah Carey&lt;br /&gt;29. Anna Benson&lt;br /&gt;30. Shania Twain&lt;br /&gt;31. Mandy Moore&lt;br /&gt;32. Mischa Barton&lt;br /&gt;33. Jenna Jameson&lt;br /&gt;34. Reese Witherspoon&lt;br /&gt;35. Natalie Gulbis&lt;br /&gt;36. Salma Hayek&lt;br /&gt;37. Christina Aguilera&lt;br /&gt;38. Erica Durance&lt;br /&gt;39. Victoria Silvstedt&lt;br /&gt;40. Gwen Stefani&lt;br /&gt;41. Heidi Klum&lt;br /&gt;42. Danica Patrick&lt;br /&gt;43. Jennifer Love Hewitt &lt;br /&gt;44. Eva Mendes&lt;br /&gt;45. Jennifer Aniston &lt;br /&gt;46. Kristin Kreuk&lt;br /&gt;47. Leeann Tweeden&lt;br /&gt;48. Faith Hill&lt;br /&gt;49. Kristin Chenoweth&lt;br /&gt;50. Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;51. Rachel McAdams&lt;br /&gt;52. Estella Warren&lt;br /&gt;53. Brooke Burke&lt;br /&gt;54. Elisha Cuthbert&lt;br /&gt;55. Gretchen Bleiler&lt;br /&gt;56. Alessandra Ambrosio&lt;br /&gt;57. Tera Patrick&lt;br /&gt;58. Hilary Duff &lt;br /&gt;59. Uma Thurman&lt;br /&gt;60. Landi Swanepoel&lt;br /&gt;61. Natalie Portman&lt;br /&gt;62. Morgan Webb&lt;br /&gt;63. Sienna Miller&lt;br /&gt;64. Lauren Harris&lt;br /&gt;65. Alicia Keys&lt;br /&gt;66. Kate Hudson&lt;br /&gt;67. Mayra Veronica&lt;br /&gt;68. Megan Fox&lt;br /&gt;69. Kate Bosworth&lt;br /&gt;70. Kristinna Loken&lt;br /&gt;71. Rachael Ray&lt;br /&gt;72. Penelope Cruz&lt;br /&gt;73. Evangeline Lilly&lt;br /&gt;74. Amy Smart&lt;br /&gt;75. Elizabeth Hurley&lt;br /&gt;76. Petra Nemcova &lt;br /&gt;77. Ashley Judd&lt;br /&gt;78. Kate Beckinsale&lt;br /&gt;79. Lucy Liu&lt;br /&gt;80. Malin Akerman&lt;br /&gt;81. Kelly Ripa&lt;br /&gt;82. Catherine Zeta-Jones&lt;br /&gt;83. Gisele Bundchen&lt;br /&gt;84. Amanda Righetti&lt;br /&gt;85. Anne Hathaway&lt;br /&gt;86. Zhang Ziyi &lt;br /&gt;87. Amanda Peet&lt;br /&gt;88. Fergie &lt;br /&gt;89. Denise Richards&lt;br /&gt;90. Katie Holmes&lt;br /&gt;91. Sarah Burke&lt;br /&gt;92. Amanda Beard&lt;br /&gt;93. Linda Cardellini&lt;br /&gt;94. Sarah Michelle Gellar&lt;br /&gt;95. Olivia Wilde&lt;br /&gt;96. Ana Beatriz Barros &lt;br /&gt;97. Vanessa Marcil &lt;br /&gt;98. Heather Graham&lt;br /&gt;99. Naomi Watts&lt;br /&gt;100. Josie Maran  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-114657123113107011?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/114657123113107011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=114657123113107011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/114657123113107011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/114657123113107011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2006/05/2nd-sexist-post-in-week-award.html' title='The 2nd Sexist Post in a Week Award!'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-114651651701596527</id><published>2006-05-01T21:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T21:59:37.780+01:00</updated><title type='text'>2 for the price of 1.................</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 122px; height: 96px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v625/TerryTelWhateva/westwood.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;God i hate that jerkWestwood,Rihanna is hot though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; now a random song by The Streets, Enjoy the lyrical master workness of lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;"Two Nations"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two nations divided&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;By a common language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;And about two hundred years of new songs and dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the difference is language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just the bits you got wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we were the ones who invented the language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, oi, that's just my idea of a joke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you guys are different to us across the pond folk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I keep having to say that I'm only joking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;In New York when I have to buy fags on the road, oi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biggy man, god bless America and that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you lot keep killing all your best talent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;We build up our stars and then papers sweep on them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you build on stars and maniacs shoot them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know much about nines and Mac's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we still got 22's we're inclined to pack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I much prefer the profit margin nowadays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;And crystal methods all the height with crack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was no shock to me when we flew to the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Nas gig where the mans were shooting in a war&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it got reported in the latest news story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;That London is now more dangerous than New York&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two nations divided&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;By a common language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;And about two hundred years of new songs and dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the difference is language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just the bits you got wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we were the ones who invented the language, oi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understated is how we prefer to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I've sold three millions and you've never heard of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paparazzi shoot me the the girls all loose on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't shoot hiders, we fight football rivalry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The work wac means to combat at home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wrote the ten wac commandments on my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in front of the bloke shooting at the Nas show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they weren't shooting at him it was honor that night though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't shoot idols happily shoot instead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up my road the police just shoot a guy dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause they guessed he might of been a bit of a terrorist threat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this bomb look big in this bag then but we love Biggy, Johnny Cash and Stevie Wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no Biggy we got no cash and its no wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm proud we gave you people like John Lennon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though you shot him as well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two nations divided&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;By a common language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;And about two hundred years of new songs and dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the difference is language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just the bits you got wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we were the ones who invented the language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-114651651701596527?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/114651651701596527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=114651651701596527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Liars/people who are dishonest etc. Just plain bullshitters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think thats why the way i am. I tend not tolet people get to know me/2 close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary that i could go through life like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one cares.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-114648797602292954?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/114648797602292954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=114648797602292954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/114648797602292954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/114648797602292954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2006/05/me-part-1.html' title='Me (part 1)'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-114622872215618688</id><published>2006-04-28T13:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T13:52:02.180+01:00</updated><title type='text'>FHM Hot 100 Females</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;  1. Keira Knightley&lt;br /&gt;2. Keeley Hazell&lt;br /&gt;3. Scarlett Johansson&lt;br /&gt;4. Angelina Jolie&lt;br /&gt;5. Kelly Brook&lt;br /&gt;6. Cheryl Tweedy&lt;br /&gt;7. Beyonce Knowles&lt;br /&gt;8. Evangelina Lilly&lt;br /&gt;9. Jessica Alba&lt;br /&gt;10. Jessica Simpson&lt;br /&gt;11. Billie Piper&lt;br /&gt;12. Sienna Miller&lt;br /&gt;13. Lindsay Lohan&lt;br /&gt;14. Rachel Stevens&lt;br /&gt;15. Sarah Harding&lt;br /&gt;16. Jennifer Love Hewitt&lt;br /&gt;17. Halle Berry&lt;br /&gt;18. Jennifer Aniston&lt;br /&gt;19. Fearne Cotton&lt;br /&gt;20. Eva Longoria&lt;br /&gt;21. Mischa Barton&lt;br /&gt;22. Elisha Cuthbert&lt;br /&gt;23. Kate Beckinsale&lt;br /&gt;24. Hayley Parsons&lt;br /&gt;25. Eva Mendes&lt;br /&gt;26. Charlize Theron&lt;br /&gt;27. Kara Tointon&lt;br /&gt;28. Rachel Bilson&lt;br /&gt;29. Tanya Robinson&lt;br /&gt;30. Holly Willoughby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 31. Jennifer Ellison (Woot)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Gemma Atkinson&lt;br /&gt;33. Hilary Duff&lt;br /&gt;34. Paris Hilton&lt;br /&gt;35. Lucy Pinder&lt;br /&gt;36. Brittany Murphy&lt;br /&gt;37. Tera Patrick&lt;br /&gt;38. Christina Aguilera&lt;br /&gt;39. Lisa Snowdon&lt;br /&gt;40. Charlotte Church&lt;br /&gt;41. Tara Reid&lt;br /&gt;42. Victoria Silvstedt&lt;br /&gt;43. Jennifer Lopez&lt;br /&gt;44. Maggie Grace&lt;br /&gt;45. Colleen McLoughlin&lt;br /&gt;46. Kate Bosworth&lt;br /&gt;47. Michelle Marsh&lt;br /&gt;48. Natalie Portman&lt;br /&gt;49. Nicole Scherzinger&lt;br /&gt;50. Chantelle Houghton &lt;br /&gt; 51. Natalie Pike&lt;br /&gt;52. Jaime Pressly&lt;br /&gt;53. Tina O’Brien&lt;br /&gt;54. Brooke Burke&lt;br /&gt;55. Nadine Coyle&lt;br /&gt;56. Maria Sharapova&lt;br /&gt;57. Nikki Sanderson&lt;br /&gt;58. Charlotte Marshall&lt;br /&gt;59. Jennifer Garner&lt;br /&gt;60. Anna Kournikova&lt;br /&gt;61. Kristen Kreuk&lt;br /&gt;62. Lady Isabella Hervey&lt;br /&gt;63. Holly Valance&lt;br /&gt;64. Natalie Oxley&lt;br /&gt;65. Joss Stone&lt;br /&gt;66. Kimberley Walsh&lt;br /&gt;67. Kayleigh Pearson&lt;br /&gt;68. Sophie Howard&lt;br /&gt;69. Fergie&lt;br /&gt;70. Heidi Klum&lt;br /&gt;71. Sarah Michelle Gellar&lt;br /&gt;72. Pamela Anderson&lt;br /&gt;73. Sammy Winward&lt;br /&gt;74. Naomi Watts&lt;br /&gt;75. Kirsty Gallacher&lt;br /&gt;76. Cameron Diaz&lt;br /&gt;77. Roxanne Pallett&lt;br /&gt;78. Myleene Klass&lt;br /&gt;79. Katie Holmes&lt;br /&gt;80. Giselle Bundchen&lt;br /&gt;81. Teri Hatcher&lt;br /&gt;82. Reese Witherspoon&lt;br /&gt;83. Gwen Stefani&lt;br /&gt;84. Nicola Roberts&lt;br /&gt;85. Adele Silva&lt;br /&gt;86. Rebecca Romjin&lt;br /&gt;87. Kate Moss&lt;br /&gt;88. Carmen Electra&lt;br /&gt;89. Rachel McAdams&lt;br /&gt;90. Myfanwy Waring&lt;br /&gt;91. Roxanne McKee&lt;br /&gt;92. Jenna Jameson&lt;br /&gt;93. Jessica Biel&lt;br /&gt;94. Kate Middleton&lt;br /&gt;95. Josie Maran&lt;br /&gt;96. Emma Griffiths&lt;br /&gt;97. Joanna Krupa&lt;br /&gt;98. Denise Van Outen&lt;br /&gt;99. Rosario Dawson&lt;br /&gt;100. Sofia Vergara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-114622872215618688?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/114622872215618688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=114622872215618688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/114622872215618688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/114622872215618688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2006/04/fhm-hot-100-females.html' title='FHM Hot 100 Females'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-114614486172068391</id><published>2006-04-27T14:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T14:34:21.750+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes its a Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still looks like i'm moving,yeah shut up about that already Terry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love life seemingly sucks but i wont go into detail as i REALLY dont like talking about myself at all.If your love life sucks also please let people know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommorow ill try to think of something better to write about i have a whole list,thats have avote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Models:whats up with them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fashion Designers: ^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old People: ^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women:^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who dont appreciate my comedic value:^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, please vote now,votes are free, please only vote once &amp;amp; please note if you vote i recieve 20% of your soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-114614486172068391?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/114614486172068391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=114614486172068391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/114614486172068391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/114614486172068391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2006/04/yes-its-thursday.html' title=''/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-114598735228912236</id><published>2006-04-25T18:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T18:49:12.326+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Haven't Posted In Ages</title><content type='html'>Nothing really new to post about,i doubt people come here &amp;amp; think "Tel hasn't piosted something funny in his own special way". Also my photobucket account is refusing to let me post pictures here,soicant do a shiity excuse post with pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whats going on with you? Cant be as boring as me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-114598735228912236?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/114598735228912236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=114598735228912236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/114598735228912236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/114598735228912236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2006/04/havent-posted-in-ages.html' title='Haven&apos;t Posted In Ages'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-114562748275218206</id><published>2006-04-21T14:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T14:51:22.780+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Want Cool Music?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.fucamized.piczo.com/?cr=4&amp;rfm=y"&gt;Clicky &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-114562748275218206?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/114562748275218206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=114562748275218206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/114562748275218206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/114562748275218206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2006/04/want-cool-music.html' title='Want Cool Music?'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-114556067918370737</id><published>2006-04-20T20:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T20:17:59.200+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't posted here in awhile, busy packing stuff.  Look up Littlehampton inGoogle looks shit eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10641946-114556067918370737?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/114556067918370737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=114556067918370737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/114556067918370737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/114556067918370737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2006/04/havent-posted-here-in-awhile-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10641946.post-114519596348335733</id><published>2006-04-16T14:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T14:59:23.500+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What Easter Is Really About</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v625/TerryTelWhateva/eggs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v625/TerryTelWhateva/eggs.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/10641946-114519596348335733?l=terryblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/feeds/114519596348335733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10641946&amp;postID=114519596348335733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/114519596348335733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10641946/posts/default/114519596348335733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terryblah.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-easter-is-really-about.html' title='What Easter Is Really About'/><author><name>Tel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860199434079622445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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