<?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-7944892</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:57:24.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EmILy'S EpIpHaNy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilysepiphany.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7944892/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilysepiphany.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>EMILY HARRY-ASS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10783657475443481063</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>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7944892.post-111448856949782717</id><published>2005-04-25T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T21:09:29.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HEART EPIPHANY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Who is to decide who can be friends with whom? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;If you ever knew anyone who tried to tell there friends not to hang out with someone what would you do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I think its funny these days how&lt;/span&gt; people think the consequences should be different between male and female even when the act is the same thing. Naturally everyone has heard the story about a guy sleeping with 10 girls and hes a champ where as when a girl does the same thing she is a whore. I wonder why people take it easier on there guy friends and not the girl ones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Sometimes people take out there jealousy in different ways, maybe excluding someone makes them feel better about themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; The funniest thing going through my mind lately is how people are so fucking afraid of confrontation...the only reason why one would be is if they know they are wrong or are ashamed of waht they did. I dont deny that i havent felt ashamed for some things i have done, thus wouldnt want to be confronted by someone who has cruel intentions about it, but when people cant deal with the confrontation even when the other person is trying to fix things,,,,,thats whats bloody ridiculous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"the best way around things is IS always through"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Stange how the christian people i know are the most judgmental people i know. I have a few christian friends who just pass judgment apon their friends and people they do not know even, where as some friends i have who are of no religion are the most selfless people i know, and couldnt care how other people run there lifes because its none of there buisness and it doesnt hurt them. Why get upset about somethign that doesnt affect you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; Say a friend of yours goes out with someone new and everyone is fine with it, its something different and everyone has to get adjusted to the fact that a new person will be hanging around a lot more. They decided they dont care about the new adjustment, people decide what they do and do not care about and what they let and do not let annoy them. Then two of you friends hook up , no surprise this shit happens all the time yatty yadda but all of a sudden its a big deal because its going to cause drama and conflict???? where will this be caused, unless its between the two people than what drama can be caused, there fine with it and nothing is akward between them which causes no stress on anyone else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;How come even when people can admit that there freinds are not the best of people they still remain friends? I know some people who have grumped about one friend and judged him for drinking and having sex and going off and doing his own thing not with them, but then the moment they get attention from him they like him again. Does that make sence to talk about someone and then worship them? Then go ahead and drink yourself...doesnt that make them just as so quote evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I just dont know how to veiw anythign anymore, things always have two meanings or two answers and both ways, and i dont know which ones to take, but does anyone? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I hate people who will not let anyone prove them wrong, oh my god you will be wrong, whats so horrible about that its not like it makes you a bad person or that people will make fun of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;What makes them so fucking specail that they are always right, no one is perfect so dont pretend to be so god damn ritious&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/7944892-111448856949782717?l=emilysepiphany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilysepiphany.blogspot.com/feeds/111448856949782717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7944892&amp;postID=111448856949782717' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7944892/posts/default/111448856949782717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7944892/posts/default/111448856949782717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilysepiphany.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-heart-epiphany.html' title='I HEART EPIPHANY'/><author><name>EMILY HARRY-ASS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10783657475443481063</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7944892.post-109776201340409732</id><published>2004-10-14T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T06:53:33.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DROWNING IN EPIPHANIES</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;NOT QUITE THERE, YET NOT FAR OFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Been traveling tons since the last time i blogged on this blogger of a blog. And if i do say so myself this blog needs some more blogging and ill be blogged if it doesnt get blogged. Enough about blogs from the blog girl herself and more about my travel and shit and searching for the epiphany that really you know no body finds. GOing on a trip isnt gonna help you find an epiphany i mean what was i thinking lol, but im not upset about that fact cause really iwasnt actually deep down searching for one becuase i know it oculdnt be found but tried to tell myself it could just for t he fun of thinking that it could be. well i love my run on sentences. Home is still a month away and im totally fine with that, or am i telling mysefl that? No i am f ine with it cuase i still have lots to do like go to Holland and i have this whole get fit and good looking plan like i always do before i come home just to wow peopel that really i dont wow and theres no point but it will make me feel good about myself so thats the better point of the deal. Well im just gonna add the links to web pages so that you can see alll the places i went to so far just this last week and i hope they are up to your blog worthy standers you blogging basterds. love you all to bloges and bits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;love emily the blogster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://website.lineone.net/~beautifulengland/lakes.htm"&gt;http://website.lineone.net/~beautifulengland/lakes.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.travelbritain.com/picturebritain/Blackpool.html"&gt;http://www.travelbritain.com/picturebritain/Blackpool.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbase.com/ralf/manchester"&gt;http://www.pbase.com/ralf/manchester&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7944892-109776201340409732?l=emilysepiphany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilysepiphany.blogspot.com/feeds/109776201340409732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7944892&amp;postID=109776201340409732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7944892/posts/default/109776201340409732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7944892/posts/default/109776201340409732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilysepiphany.blogspot.com/2004/10/drowning-in-epiphanies.html' title='DROWNING IN EPIPHANIES'/><author><name>EMILY HARRY-ASS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10783657475443481063</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-7944892.post-109515929138205246</id><published>2004-09-14T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T03:54:51.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHERE IS ONES EPIPHANY?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;CHOICES AND CHOICES AND THINGS TO DO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I am back in Deutschland and im like eating like a crazy horse and having nothing to do but think. Sometimes that kills me, having to much time to think. But then again i have a lot to plan, i mean im going to Vienna in a week and i need to figure out where im living and how much money i have, finance can be a bitch. Why can't things be free? lol Actually we all know that would not work, and i mean its not fair either cause i would be pissed off if someone who doesnt do shit all can have as much as me when i work hard. What to do in Vienna is the question, i am not going to be shy and im going to go try to find a job. I hate asking but what can they do say no? lol Its weird how thats kinda scarey for some reason, i mean omg they said no your lifes not over, but the dissapointment gets to you after a while. Well ill keep yal informed on my whereabout and whatcha madoings. lol like that lingo did ya? See ya and now im off to figure some shit out, actually i lie im probably going to go put on my pj pants sit my ass in front of the tv with chocolate and think about all the things i must do tommarrow. Or something along those lines, but anything that does not have to do with actually figure out my trip because its hurting my head. lol im such a baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#66ffff;"&gt;love all Emily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6633ff;"&gt;PS: SAM YOU BETTER BE CHECKING THIS SHIT OUT CAUSE IM YOUR NUMBER ONE FAN! I WANNA BE LIKE SAM! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7944892-109515929138205246?l=emilysepiphany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilysepiphany.blogspot.com/feeds/109515929138205246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7944892&amp;postID=109515929138205246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7944892/posts/default/109515929138205246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7944892/posts/default/109515929138205246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilysepiphany.blogspot.com/2004/09/where-is-ones-epiphany.html' title='WHERE IS ONES EPIPHANY?'/><author><name>EMILY HARRY-ASS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10783657475443481063</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-7944892.post-109475273863518251</id><published>2004-09-09T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T10:58:58.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FROM SMOKIN TO EPIPHANY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;SMOKIN ONES WAY TO EPIPHANY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt; One and all most know the truth, and im sad to say that it is smoking in Amsterdam. If you ever get the chance to go there do it, but hopefully, unlike myself, you wo nt have a huge eye infection all day during the hostel lock out. Anyways, i love that word, last night was a crazy experience and what not and today turned out quite well considering we visited the coffee shops at 10 am lol the day continued from there. One can only guess. Tonight were headin off to the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red light district&lt;/span&gt;, yeh we all know what that means, im sure there will be many a naked women. Today when we were walking all of a sudden we just say this like half naked lady dancing infront of her window and were lik.e ok double glance is nesscecary here. Well thats all i gotta say, nothing much has been going on in the mind, obviously killed to maby brain cells. lol. Actually i had a lovely time under the eiffel tower thinking about how i waited my whole life to see that last year and yo uget there, and its n ot really a dissapointment which is good, but its like you think man what are my priorities. Shouldnt i be waiting my whole life for soemhting m ore meaningful i mean its just  a building when it comes down to it. I am off now to some epiphany thinking and i go to Frankfurt tommarrow. love all and keep checking my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Emily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7944892-109475273863518251?l=emilysepiphany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilysepiphany.blogspot.com/feeds/109475273863518251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7944892&amp;postID=109475273863518251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7944892/posts/default/109475273863518251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7944892/posts/default/109475273863518251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilysepiphany.blogspot.com/2004/09/from-smokin-to-epiphany.html' title='FROM SMOKIN TO EPIPHANY'/><author><name>EMILY HARRY-ASS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10783657475443481063</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-7944892.post-109394894535406240</id><published>2004-08-31T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T03:42:25.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ROME WASNT BUILT IN A DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ROMANS GO HOME &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So now im in Rome and thats about all i can say to that. yeh baby im in Rome. I did the whole colloseum bit and i went to the Vatican but the fuckers would not let me in due to my slutty attire, ok i was wearing a low shirt and shorts but i cant help it that my tits are out in the open. Venice yesterday was beautiful just sitting at the end of a dock with my feet in the water watching all the gondalas go by and the music at night with all the couples wandering around. Very romantic and lots of ti me to think. I cant believe how my plans have done a 180, i mean now im going to live in Vienna from Sept 29 untill Nov 17 how kick ass is that, im lovin it myself lol. And while im there if i can get a job becuase im not th ere for very long i will just relax and then im hoping to get an au pair job in New Zealand. Just gonna be a world traveller. Well i gotta go do my laundry now. love all an email me &lt;a href="mailto:e_elmo20@hotmail.com"&gt;e_elmo20@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;EMILY THE ROMAN GODDESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7944892-109394894535406240?l=emilysepiphany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilysepiphany.blogspot.com/feeds/109394894535406240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7944892&amp;postID=109394894535406240' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7944892/posts/default/109394894535406240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7944892/posts/default/109394894535406240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilysepiphany.blogspot.com/2004/08/rome-wasnt-built-in-day.html' title='ROME WASNT BUILT IN A DAY'/><author><name>EMILY HARRY-ASS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10783657475443481063</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-7944892.post-109300385208895908</id><published>2004-08-20T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T05:10:52.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ENCHANTING EPIPHANYS FOUND IN CASTLES</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Yesterday Sandra drove us to Stuttgart, Germany to do a little sightseeing and what not. You know do the castle and museums which was pretty sweet and it was raining so we wanted to be inside anyways. A couple near accidents (jk) sandra just got her liscence. Im going to Swiss tommorrow so wish me luck! Check out this webpage to see the castle i went to yesterday its pretty cool and it reminded me of a miniture Versille (the palace in Paris i went to last year) love all &lt;a href="http://www.schloesser-magazin.de/de/objekte/lb/lbth.php"&gt;http://www.schloesser-magazin.de/de/objekte/lb/lbth.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Love Emily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7944892-109300385208895908?l=emilysepiphany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilysepiphany.blogspot.com/feeds/109300385208895908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7944892&amp;postID=109300385208895908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7944892/posts/default/109300385208895908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7944892/posts/default/109300385208895908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilysepiphany.blogspot.com/2004/08/enchanting-epiphanys-found-in-castles.html' title='ENCHANTING EPIPHANYS FOUND IN CASTLES'/><author><name>EMILY HARRY-ASS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10783657475443481063</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-7944892.post-109265381439481987</id><published>2004-08-16T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T03:56:54.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FINDING YOUR EPIPHANY THROUGH POETRY</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Some Sizzling Poetry For The Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The Chimney Sweeper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A little black thing among the snow,Crying "'weep! 'weep!" in notes of woe!"Where are thy father and mother, say?""They are both gone up to the church to pray."Because I was happy upon the heath,And smiled among the winter's snow,They clothed me in the clothes of death,And taught me to sing the notes of woe."And because I am happy and dance and sing,They think they have done me no injury,And are gone to praise God and his Priest and King,Who make up a heaven of our misery." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;William Blake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;How do I love Thee?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love with a passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth Browning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Because I Could Not Stop For Death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Because I could not stop for Death— He kindly stopped for me— The Carriage held but just Ourselves— And Immortality.&lt;br /&gt;We slowly drove—He knew no haste And I had put away My labor and my leisure too, For His Civility—&lt;br /&gt;We passed the School, where Children strove At Recess—in the Ring— We passed the fields of Gazing Grain— We passed the Setting Sun—&lt;br /&gt;Or rather—He passed Us— The Dews drew quivering and chill— For only Gossamer, my Gown— My Tippet—only Tulle—&lt;br /&gt;We paused before a House that seemed A Swelling of the Ground— The Roof was scarcely visible— The Cornice—in the Ground—&lt;br /&gt;Since then—'tis Centuries—and yet Feels shorter than the Day I first surmised the Horses' Heads Were toward Eternity— &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Emily Dickinson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Post your fav. poems in my comments section! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;PS: 6 more days until my journey, kind of got bored of thinking last night. Just had a mind overload lately i guess cause i was like bored of thinking and was like lets just talk about mindless things instead of going indepth into death, life, and much more. For some reason the talks with my best bud in Germany (Sandra) have been about death, but just because i've been thinking a lot about life and with that obviously comes the topic of death. We wouldn't care so much about living if we didn't know that it wasn't for eternity. I wrote my uncle a letter but i have not sent it to him yet, what if it doesn't get there on time? Well im gonna head off the internet and doing somethign even less productive lol, i have 8 hours to go before we go to the english movie at the theater. lol. Its like i live to watch movies this week cause i have nothign better to do which is kinda sad. Oh well i will have plenty to do next month, which is kinda scarey cause i have no idea what those things will be...but exciting! Thanks for the comment Sammy you chicken fucker. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Love Emily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7944892-109265381439481987?l=emilysepiphany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilysepiphany.blogspot.com/feeds/109265381439481987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7944892&amp;postID=109265381439481987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7944892/posts/default/109265381439481987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7944892/posts/default/109265381439481987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilysepiphany.blogspot.com/2004/08/finding-your-epiphany-through-poetry.html' title='FINDING YOUR EPIPHANY THROUGH POETRY'/><author><name>EMILY HARRY-ASS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10783657475443481063</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-7944892.post-109248926836359074</id><published>2004-08-14T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T06:17:37.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AN ODE TO AN EPIPHANY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Meaning to One's Epiphany&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Song Of The Day : " Well it's a marvelous night for a moondance, with the stars above in the air" (Van Morrison : Moondance) &lt;a href="http://www.harbour.sfu.ca/~hayward/van/lyrics/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://www.harbour.sfu.ca/~hayward/van/lyrics/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;e·piph·a·ny &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="https://secure.reference.com/premium/login.html?rd=2&amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fdictionary.reference.com%2Fsearch%3Fq%3Depiphany"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;( P ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="linksrc" title="Click for guide to symbols." onclick="ahdpop();return false;" href="http://dictionary.reference.com/help/ahd4/pronkey.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Pronunciation Key&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt; (-pf-n)n. pl. e·piph·a·nies&lt;br /&gt;Epiphany&lt;br /&gt;A Christian feast celebrating the manifestation of the divine nature of Jesus to the Gentiles as represented by the Magi.&lt;br /&gt;January 6, on which this feast is traditionally observed.&lt;br /&gt;A revelatory manifestation of a divine being.&lt;br /&gt;A sudden manifestation of the essence or meaning of something.&lt;br /&gt;A comprehension or perception of reality by means of a sudden intuitive realization: “I experienced an epiphany, a spiritual flash that would change the way I viewed myself” (Frank Maier). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well today is a new day my friends... i still expect to hear your answer to the question of the day that i posted yesterday...time is ticking! jk. I found out today that my Uncle is going to basically die soon. My parents never actually said it but you can tell by just what they say, even though they dont say it point blank which is really annoying! And they told me that he'd be leaving me and my sister something for our education and i didnt know what to think about that, actually i was happy about that i mean who cant use some help towards education these days so fucking expensinve. But lately i have been thinking about death a lot, i mean take my uncle (whose not really a technical uncle) but he has no family but i think he led a happy life. So maybe people dont have to got through the typical fininsh school and then meet your future husband at college and then get married and 3 years later have a kid or two and then work the 9-5 job and watch your kids grow up and graduate and do the same things you did. Not that there is anythgn wrong with that, actually it sounds appealing because its easy, but i want somethgn a little more exciting, i do want the family and the family life and i would be willing to settle down, but id rather live in an interesting place or take my kids to do crazy things and not the normal. I wanna live life without any regrets, thats really a hard situation though because you can just live life like everyday is your last because you should be just relaxing and enjoying your time on earth instead of rushing it thinking that it is your last. You can look at that from both sides though, I find that everything in life can be contradicted. Well thats enough of the Emilys thoughts for today and i bet they didnt even make sence at all, Why? because they probably contradicted themselves. lol. Life is a big CONTRADICTION. Live with it and Love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;From the never ending view of an interesting intelecuant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;PS : I'm going to try and post all the pictures i have gotten developed from my trips to Vancouver on the way to Germany and in Germany and last but not least my trip to Africa. 8 days untill Swissterland! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7944892-109248926836359074?l=emilysepiphany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilysepiphany.blogspot.com/feeds/109248926836359074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7944892&amp;postID=109248926836359074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7944892/posts/default/109248926836359074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7944892/posts/default/109248926836359074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilysepiphany.blogspot.com/2004/08/ode-to-epiphany.html' title='AN ODE TO AN EPIPHANY'/><author><name>EMILY HARRY-ASS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10783657475443481063</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-7944892.post-109241984300322562</id><published>2004-08-13T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T06:19:53.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YET ANOTHER EPIPHANYLESS DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Song Of The Day: "When your feeling sad and low, heres a number you can count on...Call me"(or email Emily at e_elmo20@hotmail.yom) "don't be afraid to just call me, call me and ill be around"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;That was the song of the day and I hope you all enjoyed it immensely. Well Emily's day was very productive although I think I spent like 200 euro on clothes and shit. Ah. That is not good considering my budget but I had to make myself feel good didn't I? LOL. So that's what I did today and tomorrow is the party night which I will up date you on right away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your job is to answer the question of the day!!!!!!!!!!! What is the one thing in the world that makes you feel happy whenever your having the shittiest day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Get back to me on that one, just go down to the bottom of the page and add your comment. Love to hear! Emily &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7944892-109241984300322562?l=emilysepiphany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilysepiphany.blogspot.com/feeds/109241984300322562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7944892&amp;postID=109241984300322562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7944892/posts/default/109241984300322562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7944892/posts/default/109241984300322562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilysepiphany.blogspot.com/2004/08/yet-another-epiphanyless-day.html' title='YET ANOTHER EPIPHANYLESS DAY'/><author><name>EMILY HARRY-ASS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10783657475443481063</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-7944892.post-109238733175273273</id><published>2004-08-13T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T02:03:50.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BEGINNING TO ONES EPIPHANY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Welcome&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; : ( Emily, thats me, has a blog for you! Come one and all and experience reality, truth, ok some bullshit, and a good sence of humor. Now thats one way to sell myself...the other i cant do online)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;to the blog of a&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;brilliant brunette&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (how you like that sammy) Im sitting in &lt;strong&gt;Germany&lt;/strong&gt; right now relaxing and about to go shopping and get my hair done, how fucking typical of a girl is that? HAHAH Anyways im on the search for an &lt;strong&gt;epiphany&lt;/strong&gt; right now, way across the world and im realizes tons of things. And the funniest one is that you dont have to go away from home to find anything out usually unless i mean the people in your world are holding you back. One thing i ahve realised is that men in Africa are creepy and you should run away...run for your life. lol. I went to &lt;strong&gt;North Africa&lt;/strong&gt; for 2 weeks with two good firends from Germany and we met some hotties and what not, you know the good old days on a vacation. Im leaving in 8 days to go travell around europe alone and find myself. This whole trip i have been thinking and feeling way to much and i think its time for me to just let it all go and let it happen for itself. I know im going to have tons of experience scarey and great on this trip but i dont need to force them to happen. I guess this blog is just going to be about my trip and finding myself. Maybe you can get good tips on what TO DO and what NOT TO DO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;PS : SAMMY I MISS YOU AND I HOPE YOU LIKE THE BLOG ACTION THAT I GOT GOING ON HERE: LOL: NOTHING LIKE A GOOD BLOG TO START YOUR DAY FUCKER!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;love emily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7944892-109238733175273273?l=emilysepiphany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilysepiphany.blogspot.com/feeds/109238733175273273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7944892&amp;postID=109238733175273273' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7944892/posts/default/109238733175273273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7944892/posts/default/109238733175273273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilysepiphany.blogspot.com/2004/08/beginning-to-ones-epiphany.html' title='THE BEGINNING TO ONES EPIPHANY'/><author><name>EMILY HARRY-ASS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10783657475443481063</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></feed>
