<?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-36757579</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:06:57.122+01:00</updated><title type='text'>To whom it may concern......</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204458060280539019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k113/emiplem/tue.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36757579.post-2976288218611929717</id><published>2007-11-18T04:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:52:02.465Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Greenbelt Beer tent, i miss you!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/Rz-9_G20f3I/AAAAAAAAAIg/lluuBPSQw6g/s1600-h/drunken+greenbelt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/Rz-9_G20f3I/AAAAAAAAAIg/lluuBPSQw6g/s400/drunken+greenbelt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134030992095608690" 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/36757579-2976288218611929717?l=emmaedwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/feeds/2976288218611929717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36757579&amp;postID=2976288218611929717' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/2976288218611929717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/2976288218611929717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/2007/11/greenbelt-beer-tent-i-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204458060280539019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k113/emiplem/tue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/Rz-9_G20f3I/AAAAAAAAAIg/lluuBPSQw6g/s72-c/drunken+greenbelt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36757579.post-4615668564484291172</id><published>2007-09-23T16:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T16:34:15.509+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like this Video...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BfX-s4dcYBg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BfX-s4dcYBg" 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/36757579-4615668564484291172?l=emmaedwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/feeds/4615668564484291172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36757579&amp;postID=4615668564484291172' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/4615668564484291172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/4615668564484291172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-like-this-video.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204458060280539019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k113/emiplem/tue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36757579.post-939389221538160931</id><published>2007-06-25T11:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:52:03.199Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A rather amusing night.......&lt;br /&gt;So i think it's time to tell you all about a rather amusing night that happened last Thursday! Myself and Rich went to see Suzy's band S.E.X. in the Buffalow club in Cardiff, i have to admit that i did not know what kind of music i could expect but thought i would head out as it was a night out all the same..... What i was then faced with was rather interesting, there was the ageing rocker with tight leather trowsers, a cape and his hands perminantly formed into the "rock" sign. And then of course the naked bass player (i had to include a picture!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/Rn-Wbfd2KgI/AAAAAAAAAHM/w0DmRBDWmJA/s1600-h/bass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/Rn-Wbfd2KgI/AAAAAAAAAHM/w0DmRBDWmJA/s200/bass.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079944303744526850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And so we sat there watching this musical experience with songs such as "My knob" and "jump" not to mention offers of meeting the front man in his mini metro after the show..... with rather bemused looks on our faces. All in all it was a good night, some good laughs, some good music and a fully stocked bar - what more could you ask for?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/Rn-XEPd2KhI/AAAAAAAAAHU/9UbQgq6hvsk/s1600-h/band.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/Rn-XEPd2KhI/AAAAAAAAAHU/9UbQgq6hvsk/s320/band.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079945003824196114" 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/36757579-939389221538160931?l=emmaedwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/feeds/939389221538160931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36757579&amp;postID=939389221538160931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/939389221538160931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/939389221538160931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/2007/06/rather-amusing-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204458060280539019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k113/emiplem/tue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/Rn-Wbfd2KgI/AAAAAAAAAHM/w0DmRBDWmJA/s72-c/bass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36757579.post-324533658848817119</id><published>2007-06-18T23:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T23:34:07.103+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God does it again,&lt;br /&gt;And so guess what, after that day of ranting, God spoke to me that night - please ask me more about the way he did it because i'd love to tell you the way he chose to talk to me but he said this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know that you have waited so, so faithfully&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I know that it's been painful, but I want you to know&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That you are so pure, so precious, so lovely, you have been crowned with immeasurable beauty and heaven rejoices the moment you rise each day&lt;/p&gt; &lt;i&gt; &lt;p&gt;So I sing over you, a song of joy&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Let the sun shine on your face, I'll breathe new life and heal your wounds&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Do you know I love you?, do you know I love you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;p&gt;I know that it may seem like the storm will never cease&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Know that I am, trust my sovereignty&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I know my ways are hard to understand, my plan is greater than you can imagine and through all the darkness, I've never left your side&lt;/p&gt; &lt;i&gt; &lt;p&gt;So I sing over you, a song of joy&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Let the sun shine on your face, I'll breathe new life and heal your wounds&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Do you know I love you?, do you know I love you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;p&gt;There is strength for today and bright hope for tomorrow&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and you know it is exactly what i needed to hear - praise be God is indeed good!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36757579-324533658848817119?l=emmaedwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/feeds/324533658848817119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36757579&amp;postID=324533658848817119' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/324533658848817119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/324533658848817119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/2007/06/god-does-it-again-and-so-guess-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204458060280539019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k113/emiplem/tue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36757579.post-8999045417878377605</id><published>2007-06-16T22:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T22:10:07.768+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just need to say&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHh!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i am sick, of typing transcript, i am sick of sending ppl home coz i have work and not being able to go out with my house mate to have a boogie, i am sick of essays, and most of all i am sick of my neghbours, talking about me behind my back - being rude and giving me dirty looks!! there is a reason i moved away from Eastbourne - annoying old people who seem intent on hating me, it seems they are just following me around - if i was Fi, i've have a picture of myself doing an angry face, but sadly i'm not so u will just have to imagine it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;grrrrrrrrr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36757579-8999045417878377605?l=emmaedwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/feeds/8999045417878377605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36757579&amp;postID=8999045417878377605' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/8999045417878377605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/8999045417878377605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/2007/06/just-need-to-say-ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204458060280539019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k113/emiplem/tue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36757579.post-3618455172775053906</id><published>2007-05-08T13:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:52:04.653Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>More of my life....So i'm sure you have all been waiting with baited breath to see the next excert of my life presented in the form of blog (and not just Annie and Fi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alot of exciting night out's have happened since i last spoke of my fieldwork hell, although i am still right in the middle of all that!&lt;br /&gt;so i thought i would fill u in through an exciting journey of pictures of the last three nights out i have had....&lt;br /&gt;i shall start with the most recent and work back i think!&lt;br /&gt;So last week the lovley Miss mcdonald took me to see Maximo park with the wonderful Art Brut supporting and they were amazing, to see more look at Fi's blog www.walkwith.blogspot.com where she also has some wonderful live pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/RkBtpVbBZ-I/AAAAAAAAAF0/39lQ6S6uGng/s1600-h/maximo+park+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/RkBtpVbBZ-I/AAAAAAAAAF0/39lQ6S6uGng/s200/maximo+park+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062166538056984546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/RkBtw1bBZ_I/AAAAAAAAAF8/QLx9JNJaJV8/s1600-h/maximo+park.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/RkBtw1bBZ_I/AAAAAAAAAF8/QLx9JNJaJV8/s200/maximo+park.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062166666906003442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me and Fi being tremendiously squashed in the crowd but determined to be happy and show everyone how much we were loving it! I'll leave you to decide if we were sucessful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before this we had the belated official college celebration of Holly and Fi's birthda which saw us head to the streets of bristol where we had a few drinks before heading off to..... you guessed it proppaganda....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/RkBzs1bBaCI/AAAAAAAAAGU/famVbL0n_oo/s1600-h/100_1719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/RkBzs1bBaCI/AAAAAAAAAGU/famVbL0n_oo/s200/100_1719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062173195256293410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/RkBy3lbBaAI/AAAAAAAAAGE/oHSnphmVA8I/s1600-h/100_1677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/RkBy3lbBaAI/AAAAAAAAAGE/oHSnphmVA8I/s200/100_1677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062172280428259330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/RkBzL1bBaBI/AAAAAAAAAGM/No8My-TsSYI/s1600-h/100_1712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/RkBzL1bBaBI/AAAAAAAAAGM/No8My-TsSYI/s200/100_1712.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062172628320610322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the start of all this random night outs began with Andy coming up form London for the weekend, Alec and Rich came over to my house in the Friday night afer picking Andy up from the station, myself and Eleri decided to create our own club in our very own living room and after many glasses of wine we finaly called it a night. On sat myself and fi went to see yourcodenameis:milo followed by a dash home to cardiff and a night out with Alec and Andy. This was followed by a sunday roast for all where we were joined by the lovley Rhi and a day in the pack on the boats, all in all a very wonderful weekend.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/RkB11lbBaDI/AAAAAAAAAGc/mXXO5MGNAc0/s1600-h/me+andy+and+fi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/RkB11lbBaDI/AAAAAAAAAGc/mXXO5MGNAc0/s200/me+andy+and+fi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062175544603404338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/RkB18FbBaEI/AAAAAAAAAGk/OFTQ7ZbSW68/s1600-h/fi+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/RkB18FbBaEI/AAAAAAAAAGk/OFTQ7ZbSW68/s200/fi+and+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062175656272554050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/36757579-3618455172775053906?l=emmaedwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/feeds/3618455172775053906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36757579&amp;postID=3618455172775053906' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/3618455172775053906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/3618455172775053906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/2007/05/more-of-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204458060280539019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k113/emiplem/tue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/RkBtpVbBZ-I/AAAAAAAAAF0/39lQ6S6uGng/s72-c/maximo+park+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36757579.post-3441758328474086678</id><published>2007-04-17T17:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:52:04.832Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>UNIMPRESSED FACE!&lt;br /&gt;Piet this one is for you&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/RiTwPCZzHPI/AAAAAAAAAFs/QqT82qbcEbU/s1600-h/DSC00281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/RiTwPCZzHPI/AAAAAAAAAFs/QqT82qbcEbU/s200/DSC00281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054428822950321394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the face i make when i look through my fieldwork handbook kind of blank glased over and slightly bemused and think to myself..... hummm i think i am going to fail my degree!!! directed tasks will be the death of me - of this i am sure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36757579-3441758328474086678?l=emmaedwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/feeds/3441758328474086678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36757579&amp;postID=3441758328474086678' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/3441758328474086678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/3441758328474086678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/2007/04/unimpressed-face-piet-this-one-is-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204458060280539019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k113/emiplem/tue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/RiTwPCZzHPI/AAAAAAAAAFs/QqT82qbcEbU/s72-c/DSC00281.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36757579.post-2760380631789861823</id><published>2007-04-07T16:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T16:46:30.307+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today i am ill. i am all alone, and i am feeling damn sorry for myself! no one here to look after me...&lt;br /&gt;moan moan moan moan moan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36757579-2760380631789861823?l=emmaedwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/feeds/2760380631789861823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36757579&amp;postID=2760380631789861823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/2760380631789861823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/2760380631789861823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/2007/04/today-i-am-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204458060280539019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k113/emiplem/tue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36757579.post-4141049149694587883</id><published>2007-03-29T22:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:52:05.601Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happiness is......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is drinking champagne in the park with beautiful a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/RgwtwPGMQsI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Wjs_h6E-tas/s1600-h/DSC00203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/RgwtwPGMQsI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Wjs_h6E-tas/s320/DSC00203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047459589084955330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And playing bad frizbee to groups of bemused people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/RgwuGPGMQtI/AAAAAAAAAFI/fxPOSiSj3WY/s1600-h/DSC00205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/RgwuGPGMQtI/AAAAAAAAAFI/fxPOSiSj3WY/s320/DSC00205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047459967042077394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Fi hope this year brings you much joy and love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/RgwuivGMQuI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/D1ohwjFw5dc/s1600-h/DSC00206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/RgwuivGMQuI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/D1ohwjFw5dc/s320/DSC00206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047460456668349154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unhappiness?&lt;br /&gt;Unhappiness is writting essays.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/RgwvBvGMQvI/AAAAAAAAAFY/_z70dYNMlKI/s1600-h/DSC00197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/RgwvBvGMQvI/AAAAAAAAAFY/_z70dYNMlKI/s320/DSC00197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047460989244293874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my life thus far, the joys and sorrows that complete my existance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36757579-4141049149694587883?l=emmaedwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/feeds/4141049149694587883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36757579&amp;postID=4141049149694587883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/4141049149694587883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/4141049149694587883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/2007/03/happiness-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204458060280539019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k113/emiplem/tue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/RgwtwPGMQsI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Wjs_h6E-tas/s72-c/DSC00203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36757579.post-794495795374019609</id><published>2007-03-06T22:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:52:05.822Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;A theology of fighting?&lt;br /&gt;Ok so on Sunday myself, Rhi and a few of my other friends went to support Cieran in one of his strike and grapple fights. It was a strange experience and just shows how quickly we can be desensitised to the things around us, here we were enjoying watching people beat each other up, by the time it was Cierans fight we were well warmed up in the way of cheering when there was one good strike from another. During Cieran's fight we were cheering him along encouraging him to make a good blow to his opponent (quite a strange situation) and being an annoying Christian it got me thinking.....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/Re3yt_MFnuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/GN3ZRy9CODM/s1600-h/DSC00123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/Re3yt_MFnuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/GN3ZRy9CODM/s320/DSC00123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038950429967621858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cieran himself is a Christian and defiantly brought this fact to the surface in his fight, he had Switchfoot (the shadow proves the sunshine) and before the fight took to his knees and prayed to a slightly bemused crowd - it was defiantly a unique witness, but how this worked with Christian values still is proving questions in my mind. I am sure the openness of his faith is proving an interesting witness within that community but is it sending the right message - do you have to so much a part of that culture to effect it from within? Many questions have been raised however none have been answered... maybe some day it shall all become clear any thoughts on this would be much appreciated as so far these are just ramblings&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36757579-794495795374019609?l=emmaedwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/feeds/794495795374019609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36757579&amp;postID=794495795374019609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/794495795374019609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/794495795374019609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/2007/03/theology-of-fighting-ok-so-on-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204458060280539019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k113/emiplem/tue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/Re3yt_MFnuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/GN3ZRy9CODM/s72-c/DSC00123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36757579.post-7748682537429863711</id><published>2007-03-01T11:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:52:06.852Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok so it have been a while since i have graced the internet with my written presence, not through lack of anything happening but it is one of those time that when i try and think of all the things that have been happening my mind kind of goes a little blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I would however just like to say how blessed i am by the randomness of my friends and using this as an excuse to put up some pictures and words to sumirise the last few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;here goes, some of you may get the refrences but these things make me smile :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Want anything from the shop?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Costco and giant tea bags&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/Rea03RKT0eI/AAAAAAAAADw/1Pdo7wE55W0/s1600-h/DSC00067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/Rea03RKT0eI/AAAAAAAAADw/1Pdo7wE55W0/s200/DSC00067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036912094852927970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/Rea1BBKT0fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/LQseh7CLK1s/s1600-h/DSC00020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/Rea1BBKT0fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/LQseh7CLK1s/s200/DSC00020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036912262356652530" 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;Maturity starts at 23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wonderful world of wigs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/Rea1thKT0hI/AAAAAAAAAEI/n5UxcdJKDa4/s1600-h/DSC00130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/Rea1thKT0hI/AAAAAAAAAEI/n5UxcdJKDa4/s200/DSC00130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036913026860831250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voicemail!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fun of Ikea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/Rea1hBKT0gI/AAAAAAAAAEA/HADzTbR-Sgw/s1600-h/DSC00128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/Rea1hBKT0gI/AAAAAAAAAEA/HADzTbR-Sgw/s200/DSC00128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036912812112466434" 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;The beautiful vocal stylings of Miss Bedford&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mid term&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the highlight - The amazingly beautiful Duke Special!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/Rea2YhKT0jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/XO-oUjtaNkk/s1600-h/duke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/Rea2YhKT0jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/XO-oUjtaNkk/s320/duke.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036913765595206194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a mixed few weeks, so much more has happened mostly just life turning over and much fun had by all! - maybe i'll say something profound in my next post.....maybe not&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/36757579-7748682537429863711?l=emmaedwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/feeds/7748682537429863711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36757579&amp;postID=7748682537429863711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/7748682537429863711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/7748682537429863711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/2007/03/ok-so-it-have-been-while-since-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204458060280539019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k113/emiplem/tue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/Rea03RKT0eI/AAAAAAAAADw/1Pdo7wE55W0/s72-c/DSC00067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36757579.post-2347624789498152858</id><published>2007-01-28T00:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-28T00:54:17.576Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Update&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So throught i would give you a little update on the situation with my mum. She had her opperation on the 25th and although the op was delayed it lasted two hours and was out at about 9.00pm that evening. The opperation was a bit longer than expected but had gone well. She is currently home and recovering and although in alot of pain is her usual crazy perky self, she currently can move very much and can't go things like dress herself yet - but it is just a case of waiting for it all to heal etc. Thanks to all you lovely people who were praying and sending your support :)&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/36757579-2347624789498152858?l=emmaedwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/feeds/2347624789498152858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36757579&amp;postID=2347624789498152858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/2347624789498152858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/2347624789498152858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/2007/01/update-so-throught-i-would-give-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204458060280539019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k113/emiplem/tue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36757579.post-7117758244603048972</id><published>2007-01-17T23:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:52:07.201Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thoughts/Prayers needed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hey guys bit of an update for those in the know. My mum has had quite a long term heart condition, recently as some of you may know this took a turn for the worse with her heart currently only working to 33% of what it should be, she already has a pacemaker - however she has been put on a list to have a different one fitted as she needs something more than what she has, this was meant to be done around march, however this weekend things got a little worse when my mum experienced a bit of a fit in the middle of church which lasted for a couple of minuets (she was unaware she was having a seizure) since then she has been in and out of hospital and doctors etc. and the operation has been moved forward to the 25th of this month. Obviously with such a weak heart any kind of surgery is risky and although I have faith that all will be well I think my mum is quite scared about it all. So this is just a bit of a request for some thoughts and prayers, as you all should know being a Christian I am a great believer in the power of prayer and know that it's all in God's will and whatever is his will be done, I just pray that we can cope with whatever this may be! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway hope you are all well - for those in Eastbourne I am looking to come home perhaps on Friday just to check in before everything kicks off - txt me or come say hi&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/Ra6vG_EgYdI/AAAAAAAAADk/0xUYx-rZWoM/s1600-h/DSC00018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/Ra6vG_EgYdI/AAAAAAAAADk/0xUYx-rZWoM/s200/DSC00018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021143169109090770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A bad picture of my wonderful parents - see look at my dad the proof i just missed out on the ginger hair!  - although haven't escaped all other wonderful ginger qualities!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36757579-7117758244603048972?l=emmaedwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/feeds/7117758244603048972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36757579&amp;postID=7117758244603048972' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/7117758244603048972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/7117758244603048972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/2007/01/thoughtsprayers-needed-hey-guys-bit-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204458060280539019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k113/emiplem/tue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/Ra6vG_EgYdI/AAAAAAAAADk/0xUYx-rZWoM/s72-c/DSC00018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36757579.post-4268813078238836407</id><published>2007-01-08T02:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:52:07.460Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/RaG1bPg9CTI/AAAAAAAAADY/cVVG5q6J06A/s1600-h/Scottish+Flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/RaG1bPg9CTI/AAAAAAAAADY/cVVG5q6J06A/s200/Scottish+Flag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017490939493288242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;It's time for me to let out my scottishness once again!&lt;br /&gt;Right people it is coming to that time again where I need to educate you lovely guys about the strange Scottish culture. On Jan the 25th us crazy Scots celebrate the life of beloved poet Robert (Rabbie) Burns, this can sometimes be a massive ceremony and runs in basically this main order,&lt;br /&gt;Firstly the guests are piped in, followed by a welcome by the chairman who also recites&lt;br /&gt;The Selkirk grace&lt;br /&gt;"Some hae meat and canna eat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;and some wad eat that want it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;but we hae meat and we can eat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;and sae the Lord be thankit."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;It is then that the Haggis is brought into to the top table usually accompanied by a piper (yer we love our music) and the haggis is presented it is at this time the honoured reader recites the poem of the night "To a Haggis" I wont paste this poem it is quite long but I think u should all have a read (it helps to read it out loud to better understand it if ur not used to reading scots) http://www.bbc.co.uk/scotland/history/burnsnight/poetry/haggis.shtml  - you can also listen to it on this site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;This has a few responses like cutting the haggis on the line &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;"An' cut you up wi' ready sleight" and a raising of hands on the last line to a mass of applause!&lt;br /&gt;It is after all this we eat a haggis supper (haggis, neeps and tattles) this is often followed by items of entertainment mainly poems and songs, as with all Scottish celebrations a lot of whiskey and a toast to the lassies ending with a good old round of Auld Lang syne&lt;br /&gt;see doesn't it sound like a lot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;So I was thinking I may hold a burns night of my own! although I’m thinking probably not the pipers and things more like come over to mine, east some haggis and maybe watch brave heart or something so I can feel patriotic also I have a bottle of Jonny walker black label which is just asking to be drunken at such occasion.&lt;br /&gt;So give me a shout if &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; interested and I shall arrange something! Party party party drop me a comment or something and I shall e-mail with details as and when. Oh how I love being Scottish! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/36757579-4268813078238836407?l=emmaedwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/feeds/4268813078238836407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36757579&amp;postID=4268813078238836407' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/4268813078238836407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/4268813078238836407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-time-for-me-to-let-out-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204458060280539019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k113/emiplem/tue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/RaG1bPg9CTI/AAAAAAAAADY/cVVG5q6J06A/s72-c/Scottish+Flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36757579.post-4742831085461204082</id><published>2007-01-02T16:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:52:07.917Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well it has been a while since my last post, i am currently enjoying being home in the  lovley south east cost!  It has so far been an amazing trip home, good seeing the parents and lots of friends. So i thought i would fill you in on my new years activities, this year was the first for a few years i have not been with josh at there house party in Cardiff and wasn't sure about what i was gonna do right up untill the end untill i went out for a drink with my fantastic mate Russel and his new wonderful girlfriend Noelle who invited me out. In the end we ended up going to Noelle's house on new years eve where i met some new people jonathan, Andrew, James and Hannah we played a few drinking games (including shot roulette) before braving the rain which luckly stoped moments after we stepped outside and headed for via bar where we had a few cocktails and andrew bought all us lovley ladies roses at a supidly ripped off price! We then proceeded to kings nightclub which for £10 gave us entree and a horible glass of champers where we saw in the new years to the tune of the final countdown and danced the night away - as should be! I ended up staying at noelles while the others tried to get taxis home - not an easy task!&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was an amazing night and eveyone had alot of fun, it was good also to make some new friends who i am&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/RZqJkykh67I/AAAAAAAAADA/nm-pBzPiLM4/s1600-h/jon+and+ross+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/RZqJkykh67I/AAAAAAAAADA/nm-pBzPiLM4/s200/jon+and+ross+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015472400173755314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; seeing on thursday as we are going out for Hannah's birthday for a meal etc. This trip home has been really good to see old friends again, i have no photo's of new years but have a few of a fun afternoon when Ross and Jon popped by! Just running out of money very fast&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/RZqJuCkh68I/AAAAAAAAADI/AdtP0IBUNe4/s1600-h/Ross+and+Jon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/RZqJuCkh68I/AAAAAAAAADI/AdtP0IBUNe4/s200/Ross+and+Jon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015472559087545282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; right now! going out to dinner tonight with some friends, my wallet is feeling the pace!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!&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/36757579-4742831085461204082?l=emmaedwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/feeds/4742831085461204082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36757579&amp;postID=4742831085461204082' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/4742831085461204082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/4742831085461204082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-years-well-it-has-been-while-since.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204458060280539019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k113/emiplem/tue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/RZqJkykh67I/AAAAAAAAADA/nm-pBzPiLM4/s72-c/jon+and+ross+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36757579.post-8132009857880713351</id><published>2006-12-15T12:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:52:08.470Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/RYKSucEi8qI/AAAAAAAAACg/n4UzIdeYvKw/s1600-h/party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/RYKSucEi8qI/AAAAAAAAACg/n4UzIdeYvKw/s200/party.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008727062096310946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis the season to be jolly......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well only 10 days to go to christmas eh? this year it seems that christmas is coming up extreamly fast! already we have gone through the delights of the CYM christmas meal (see earlier post) or for a more detailed account of the night check out Fi's blog on www.walkwith.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;Also this week saw a great party at the boys house as you can see by the wonderful picture below of myself, Paddy and Paul  see a rose between two thorns!Currently the boys have a strange obessesion with pimp that snack&lt;br /&gt;(http://ww&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/RYKSdcEi8pI/AAAAAAAAACY/RnGAEIQ2Ce8/s1600-h/pimp+snack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/RYKSdcEi8pI/AAAAAAAAACY/RnGAEIQ2Ce8/s200/pimp+snack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008726770038534802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;w.pimpthatsnack.com/) check it out it's really quite amusing! so on the table of snack we had a giant mince pie, a pimped rice crispie square and a large shredded wheat cake - i was most impressed! A fun night was had by all i think, far to much alcohol consumed to go by  how many people were complaining of hangovers in the morning (there was highly alcoholic punch) and so it's clear to see christmas is really on it's way! how exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/RYKS1cEi8rI/AAAAAAAAACo/g7QyKNNvNoE/s1600-h/cigar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/RYKS1cEi8rI/AAAAAAAAACo/g7QyKNNvNoE/s200/cigar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008727182355395250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36757579-8132009857880713351?l=emmaedwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/feeds/8132009857880713351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36757579&amp;postID=8132009857880713351' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/8132009857880713351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/8132009857880713351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/2006/12/tis-season-to-be-jolly.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204458060280539019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k113/emiplem/tue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/RYKSucEi8qI/AAAAAAAAACg/n4UzIdeYvKw/s72-c/party.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36757579.post-1369921393527720906</id><published>2006-12-09T11:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-09T11:47:34.115Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sleep Out&lt;br /&gt;As was warned (and rubbishly recieved as no one offered me money!)  last night i took part in the annual sleep out for cardiff action for the single homeless.  hummm....... what a night! from  9pm to 4.30ish am i went out in the  streets of Cardiff with collecting tins to raise money - Oh the funny momnents!!! i have never been kissed, hugged and been given as many compliments as that night. Among the many funny stories i was hugged and kissed on the cheek by a very drunken argument, i was offered a bed and house to share by 3 rather cool guys from mid glamorgan uni that i ended up talking to for about 3/4 of an hour in the middle of the street! there was also the girl who showed me her tatoo on her ass while then hugging me and kissing me as i tried to prise her off me!&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo in my pot i raised £109.92 which was pretty sweet! over all we managed to raise around £1,450 odd - and with sponser money (HINT HINT!!!) we should raise quite a bit, tell u what though it was bloody freezing!!&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/36757579-1369921393527720906?l=emmaedwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/feeds/1369921393527720906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36757579&amp;postID=1369921393527720906' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/1369921393527720906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/1369921393527720906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/2006/12/sleep-out-as-was-warned-and-rubbishly.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204458060280539019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k113/emiplem/tue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36757579.post-886658628203224525</id><published>2006-12-08T11:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:52:08.668Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/RXlSCU9b73I/AAAAAAAAACE/mPWUFi_CN9k/s1600-h/christmas+meal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/RXlSCU9b73I/AAAAAAAAACE/mPWUFi_CN9k/s400/christmas+meal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006122660738625394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bristol Baptist College Christmas Meal!&lt;br /&gt;Hummm.... well it was a very amusing time had at the CYM Christmas party, it was a slow start and although having a meal with Fi was a pleasure and resulted in alot of random pictures which may apear sometime it would have been nice to eat with some others! But hey i guess it was a practice for our repete performance on Christmas day - although maybe we wont have enough food for another 6 people!&lt;br /&gt;On leaving this non stop party atmophere (can u sense my slightly bitter attitude hehe) we went once again to properganda night via a few drinks in Yates on the way the night was pretty good and i think a fun night was had by all even if i'm kinda getting sick of the same songs in that place i think next time we go out in Bristol we will have to go somewhere else just for a week or so!&lt;br /&gt;So it's official Christmas is begining we have seen Finamore dancing.... no one can turn back now! but we also have this lovley photo of myself, Rhi and Fi as a momentum of our night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36757579-886658628203224525?l=emmaedwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/feeds/886658628203224525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36757579&amp;postID=886658628203224525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/886658628203224525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/886658628203224525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/2006/12/bristol-baptist-college-christmas-meal.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204458060280539019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k113/emiplem/tue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/RXlSCU9b73I/AAAAAAAAACE/mPWUFi_CN9k/s72-c/christmas+meal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36757579.post-7973612879076263994</id><published>2006-12-05T14:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:52:09.613Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>London&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/RXV8wWGReWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8d13C14iJ9w/s1600-h/oasis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/RXV8wWGReWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8d13C14iJ9w/s400/oasis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005043730899630434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A twinge of sadness came over me the other day when I was looking at the pictures someone had put up on th&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/RXWAa2GReaI/AAAAAAAAABs/VHRxCfVeqtk/s1600-h/london.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/RXWAa2GReaI/AAAAAAAAABs/VHRxCfVeqtk/s200/london.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005047759578954146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e Oasis &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/RXV82WGReXI/AAAAAAAAABE/EUqXn2Qb0c8/s1600-h/london.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt; 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&lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Frontline group on face book. I miss those days, being immersed in a different culture and working with such a variety of different people. Throughout all my time there I moaned, complained and on many occasions cried my way through the days, it was a real roller coaster but did a lot to shape who I am today.&lt;br /&gt;Leaving &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;London&lt;/st1:city&gt; and coming to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Cardiff&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; was a big step, some&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/RXV87mGReYI/AAAAAAAAABM/CuBVPGZpoGY/s1600-h/ppl.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005043924173158786" spid="_x0000_i1026" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/RXV87mGReYI/AAAAAAAAABM/CuBVPGZpoGY/s1600-h/ppl.jpg" style="'width:150pt;height:112.5pt'" button="t"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\TEMP~1.BAR\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image002.jpg" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/RXV87mGReYI/AAAAAAAAABM/CuBVPGZpoGY/s200/ppl.jpg"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;thing that for a while I felt very guilty about. Was I turning my back on this community? Was I taking the easy option a&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/RXWAjmGRebI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Dh4TbPbfn8k/s1600-h/ppl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/RXWAjmGRebI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Dh4TbPbfn8k/s200/ppl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005047909902809522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nd working for a church not lacking in much. I have discovered through all of this that no matter where I go people are people, with the same issues and problems when you get deep down to it. Working for Oasis has changed me greatly but then so has living here and I hope that no matter where I work or live that will continue to shape the person I am.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/RXV9BWGReZI/AAAAAAAAABU/RUxkYqDijQI/s1600-h/will+and+celia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/RXV9BWGReZI/AAAAAAAAABU/RUxkYqDijQI/s400/will+and+celia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005044022957406610" 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/36757579-7973612879076263994?l=emmaedwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/feeds/7973612879076263994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36757579&amp;postID=7973612879076263994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/7973612879076263994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/7973612879076263994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/2006/12/london-twinge-of-sadness-came-over-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204458060280539019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k113/emiplem/tue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/RXV8wWGReWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8d13C14iJ9w/s72-c/oasis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36757579.post-4686451662240154177</id><published>2006-12-04T16:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:52:09.974Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/RXRUeWGReVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9OZEfEUXYRg/s1600-h/winter+wonderland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/RXRUeWGReVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9OZEfEUXYRg/s400/winter+wonderland.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004717966220163410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello one and all, Last night was alot of fun and was one of those moment when i am reminded why i am involved in this thing called youth work. 20 of us went down to cardiff's winter wonderland and our anual ice skating session. The whole evening was a great laugh, well apart from the time Pete thought it would be hillarious to push me from behind and skate as fast as he possibly cou&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e)  &lt;a onblur=" try="" deselectbloggerimagegracefully="" e="" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/RXRTqmGReTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3vSpjFt6DV0/s1600-h/hats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/RXRTqmGReTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3vSpjFt6DV0/s200/hats.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004717077161933106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ld (which is pretty darn fast!!!) lucky for me a am an alright skater so although absolutly bricking it i was able to avoid the wall and the people he was trying to dodge me into! Still a fun time had by all! Hat required!&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/36757579-4686451662240154177?l=emmaedwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/feeds/4686451662240154177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36757579&amp;postID=4686451662240154177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/4686451662240154177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/4686451662240154177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/2006/12/hello-one-and-all-last-night-was-alot.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204458060280539019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k113/emiplem/tue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8xYXn68XzJs/RXRUeWGReVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9OZEfEUXYRg/s72-c/winter+wonderland.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36757579.post-4627476995902180426</id><published>2006-11-29T22:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-29T22:58:04.510Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Drama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Was talking to Phill today and was discussing the old days when i was such a drama queen and i was sure right up untill the last min that i would be doing a degree in drama (media and theatre) and not youth work. Reminising over these days reminded me of a monolgue/ poetry reciting compotition i enterd when i was about 11 i was pretty chuffed as i came 3rd out of about 60 other young people but i remeberd the poem it was the highway man and although i only recited the first kinda chunk of it i loved that poem, so much drama, so much suspense the words are beautiful and yet bittersweet at the same time. Just reading it again after such a long time i rememberd just how amazing the words are the the imagry they contain. Check it out for yourselfs&lt;br /&gt;http://monologues.co.uk/Dramatic/The_Highwayman.htm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36757579-4627476995902180426?l=emmaedwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/feeds/4627476995902180426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36757579&amp;postID=4627476995902180426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/4627476995902180426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/4627476995902180426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/2006/11/drama-was-talking-to-phill-today-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204458060280539019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k113/emiplem/tue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36757579.post-5266173757572609574</id><published>2006-11-28T10:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-28T11:01:47.777Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/75/4487/1600/03-12-05_0410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/75/4487/320/03-12-05_0410.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hey people this is an advanced warning that i will be doing the annual sleep out for Cardiff action for single homeless and the huggard center for the homeless in Cardiff as the same as last year we will be sleeping out the back of marks and spencers on the 8th of December. The centre do so much for the homeless people around cardiff and hold an open door to all.&lt;br /&gt;So this is a warning as i will be looking for you lovley people to sponcer me! So if you would like to sponcer me for this, what is gonna be a flipping freezing night!! please contact me.&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/36757579-5266173757572609574?l=emmaedwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/feeds/5266173757572609574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36757579&amp;postID=5266173757572609574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/5266173757572609574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/5266173757572609574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/2006/11/hey-people-this-is-advanced-warning.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204458060280539019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k113/emiplem/tue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36757579.post-35311889193457629</id><published>2006-11-26T15:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-26T15:45:32.365Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/75/4487/1600/694043/26-11-06_2133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/75/4487/200/232867/26-11-06_2133.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Process of tunnels.....&lt;br /&gt;Well there we go i have finaly made it into the world of tunnels! I have to say though i was warned about the addiction of wanting to go to a bigger and bigger size and thought i wouldn't fall into the trap although have to say i &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/75/4487/1600/25895/23-11-06_2029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/75/4487/200/78530/23-11-06_2029.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;already am getting the itch to go bigger than the current 4 mm's i have in now. But never fear i will remain strong!! As i am assured that anything over 5 mm's and it will never heal up fully. Still we shall see eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36757579-35311889193457629?l=emmaedwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/feeds/35311889193457629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36757579&amp;postID=35311889193457629' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/35311889193457629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/35311889193457629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/2006/11/process-of-tunnels.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204458060280539019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k113/emiplem/tue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36757579.post-3370308981698231710</id><published>2006-11-22T22:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-22T22:07:12.908Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Two of my Fav males - found this old photo of my bezzie mate Chris and my cat George they are both just so georgous! and i love them both!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/75/4487/1600/two%20fav%20men.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/75/4487/320/two%20fav%20men.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/36757579-3370308981698231710?l=emmaedwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/feeds/3370308981698231710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36757579&amp;postID=3370308981698231710' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/3370308981698231710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/3370308981698231710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/2006/11/two-of-my-fav-males-found-this-old.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204458060280539019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k113/emiplem/tue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36757579.post-9127094519593936353</id><published>2006-11-22T16:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-22T16:42:01.234Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/75/4487/1600/2938duke.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/75/4487/200/2938duke.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A post dedicated to the duke!&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know who Duke Special is check him out! his music is like christmas and gives me a warm fuzzy feeling that makes me want to go out dancing in the snow! :) But seriously my new love is the Duke and you should all go listen to his beautiful beautiful music, i think i need to move to Belfast as i am assured by Steve and Jonny that's where all the &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/75/4487/1600/115duke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/75/4487/200/115duke.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;best people come from!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36757579-9127094519593936353?l=emmaedwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/feeds/9127094519593936353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36757579&amp;postID=9127094519593936353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/9127094519593936353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/9127094519593936353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/2006/11/post-dedicated-to-duke-if-you-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204458060280539019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k113/emiplem/tue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36757579.post-60791285496626961</id><published>2006-11-22T16:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-22T16:33:09.690Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man i love God! just the faithfullness of god is so amazing. I love the fact that no two people can have the same understanding of him, or the same relationship. I love the very deepeness of him the fact that no matter how much you lernt and u studyied you would continualy get new revelations of him and through others! There is really no point to this post apart form to say wow God is good and all his creation! If you don't know him man ur missing out!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36757579-60791285496626961?l=emmaedwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/feeds/60791285496626961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36757579&amp;postID=60791285496626961' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/60791285496626961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/60791285496626961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/2006/11/man-i-love-god-just-faithfullness-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204458060280539019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k113/emiplem/tue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36757579.post-7143058755335813611</id><published>2006-11-20T22:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-21T15:14:21.723Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello one and all i have decided to go about the dating system in a new way inspired by the wonderful Chris i have come to the conclusion enough of all this dating lark and all this small talk and getting to know people. Therefore i have deviced a way to get all the information i require in order to make my choice! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Emma's Future Love Application form&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Position Avalible - Boyfriend with possible Husband premotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name:&lt;br /&gt;Age:   &lt;br /&gt;Location:                           &lt;br /&gt;Current Occupation:&lt;br /&gt;Music Taste:&lt;br /&gt;Interests:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height:&lt;br /&gt;Eye Colous:&lt;br /&gt;Brief description:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current future plans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were to take Emma on a date would you take her to:&lt;br /&gt;a) A resturant   b) A Funfair   c) Sky diving    d) A romantic drive  e) An art gallery   f) Visiting an adventure playground or  g) other......................... (please specify)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it were Emma's birthday what would you buy?&lt;br /&gt;a) a blues c.d   b) some pink shoes   c) a fluffy bager   d) some art work   e) perfume  f) ticket to the monster trucks  or g) other.......................(please specify)               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were to take Emma on holiday where would you take her?&lt;br /&gt;a) Safari    b) Backpacking around europe    c) The ice hotel in Greenland   d) Floria   e) An adventure holiday    f) A cruz    of g) other................... (please specify)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is you favourite thing about Emma (min 100 words)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrences required&lt;br /&gt;Application date closes August 25th 2010&lt;br /&gt;Aplicants must be Male and Emotionaly stable and Christian. Sense of humor essential, Nice parents desired but not essential to position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look forward to recieveing ur application&lt;br /&gt;Emma xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36757579-7143058755335813611?l=emmaedwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/feeds/7143058755335813611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36757579&amp;postID=7143058755335813611' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/7143058755335813611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/7143058755335813611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello-one-and-all-i-have-decided-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204458060280539019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k113/emiplem/tue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36757579.post-9102637725460316184</id><published>2006-11-13T13:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-13T13:28:46.524Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dedicated to the one who has a burning passionate love for President Bush, Saddam Hussien, Osama Bin Laden, and YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/75/4487/1600/Untitled-5.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/75/4487/400/Untitled-5.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/36757579-9102637725460316184?l=emmaedwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/feeds/9102637725460316184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36757579&amp;postID=9102637725460316184' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/9102637725460316184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/9102637725460316184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/2006/11/dedicated-to-one-who-has-burning.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204458060280539019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k113/emiplem/tue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36757579.post-521647793059873228</id><published>2006-11-13T12:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-13T13:14:34.659Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dedicated To The Good Girls (Found this piece of writting on the net is is a wee bit american)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my tribute to the nice girls. To the girls who become friends and nothing more, who spend hours fixating on their looks and their personalities  and there actions becasue it must be that they are doing something wrong. This is for the girls who don't give up on the first date, who don't want to play mind games, who provide a comforting hug and a supportive audience for a story they've heard a thousand times. This is for the girl who understands they aren't perfect and the guys their intersted in aren't either, for the girls who flirt and laugh and worry and obsess over the slightest glance, whisper, touch because somehow they are able to keep alive that hope that maybe.... maybe this time he'll have understood. This is a homage to the girls who laugh loud and often, who are comfortable in skirts and sweats and combat boots, who care more than they should for guys who don't deserve there attention. This is for the girls who have been in the trenches, who have watched other girls time and again fake up and make up and tear up the guys in their lives without even saying a word. This is for the girls who have been there from the beginning and have heard the tride words of advice, from "there are pleanty more fish in the sea" to "time heals all wounds." This is to honour those girls who know that guys are just as scared as they are, who know that they deserve better, who are seeking to find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for the girls who have never been in love but know it's something they don't want to miss out on. For the girls who have sought a night with friend and have been greeted by a night of catcalling, rude comments and explicit invitations that they'd rather not have experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for the girls who have left sad songs as their away messages, who have tried to make someone understand through a subliminally appealing profile, who have time and time again dropped their male friend hint after hint only to watch him chase after the first blonde girl in a skirt. This is for the girls who have been told that they're to good or too smart or too pretty, who have been given complments as a way of breaking off a relaitionship, who have ever been told they are only wanted as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's for the girls who you can take home to mom, but won't because it's easier to slep with a whore than foster a relationship. This is for the girls who have been lead on with words and kisses and touches, all of which were either only true for the moment or never true to begin with. This is for the girls who have allowed a guy into their head and heart and bed, only to descover his is not ready, he's just not over her, he's just not looking to be tied down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is just the first section of this bit of writting if you are interested in looking at the rest it can be found on this website http://www.onetruth.com/ - go to written stuff and it is the first piece of writting.&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/36757579-521647793059873228?l=emmaedwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/feeds/521647793059873228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36757579&amp;postID=521647793059873228' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/521647793059873228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/521647793059873228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/2006/11/dedicated-to-good-girls-found-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204458060280539019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k113/emiplem/tue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36757579.post-3783440186277354881</id><published>2006-11-13T12:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:32:51.033Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As you are?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/75/4487/1600/Untitled-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/75/4487/320/Untitled-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Humm.. something that has been going through my mind recently is this whole come as you are notion I am so irritated that we often choose to worship such a creative and amazing God through  bad  rock/pop worship songs.  Where are the integrity and beauty in the poetry of the old hymns surely we need to find more diversity here from talking to one of my young people last night he expressed his hatred for this "youth orientated" band worship he himself is more into the dance and happy hardcore scene and himself is a great producer of music as well as being a talented drummer. So why is it that we don't seem to worship God through different genres there is a massive body of people out there who are out al weekend raving and clubbing as this is the music they enjoy why can't this be turned into a place of worship to God. I myself am a massive blues fan and yet I can think of very little blues and jazz music that are open to me to worship God though within the church. How can we come as we are if we are not being offered something that excites us? This is denying who we are forcing ourselves to enjoy these types of songs because well this is sung worship isn't it? Personally I think most of it's a joke we need to get into god so much more and in so many different ways let’s step out of the box here people! I imagine that this rant is probably at times theologically incorrect and not at times wholly thought through this is because it is purely a rant so please don't get you knickers in a twist over it if you disagree with something.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36757579-3783440186277354881?l=emmaedwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/feeds/3783440186277354881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36757579&amp;postID=3783440186277354881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/3783440186277354881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/3783440186277354881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/2006/11/as-you-are-humm.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204458060280539019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k113/emiplem/tue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36757579.post-1485601839611934232</id><published>2006-11-11T12:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:51:27.180Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well  here i am with no agenda but waiting while dying in my purple streak i think i'm gonna buy some pink for the front bits but i currently am sitting on my sofa with alot of dye on just one bit of my hair and looking like a lemon waiting for it to be ready to wash off. Maybe i should be thinking some deep theological or philisophical thought but no such luck my brain is dead i am largly unproductive and very very bored!!&lt;br /&gt;humm.... what can i do? any ideas? please leave some exciting ideas and comments on the activities i can do bearing in mind i am already watching sat morning t.v and have limited head movement!&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/36757579-1485601839611934232?l=emmaedwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/feeds/1485601839611934232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36757579&amp;postID=1485601839611934232' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/1485601839611934232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/1485601839611934232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/2006/11/hair-well-here-i-am-with-no-agenda-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204458060280539019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k113/emiplem/tue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36757579.post-7225869478194460600</id><published>2006-11-09T00:24:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-11-09T00:50:01.063Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My Mum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So by now i guess some of you probably know but all the trouble we had with my mum and her heart has come back and in quite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;spectacular&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;fashion&lt;/span&gt; (not that it really ever went away). My mum has suffered from a heart condition for many years now the condition she has is degenerative and as such she will never recover. However &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; seeming fine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; a few days ago when she went for a yearly check up at St Georges hospital in London and things have gone down hill it would seem rather quickly. last year the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;functionality&lt;/span&gt; of my mum's heart was 55% this has since fallen to 30%-40% not good at all. The result of this will mean my mum will have to have another kind of pacemaker fitted and although this is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;worrying&lt;/span&gt; if it means this is more effective then it can only be a good thing. Also they have found there may be a part of her heart missing and this is most probably something genetic as such she will need to attend genetic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;counseling&lt;/span&gt; and in turn myself and my brother may need to go for tests.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I tell you this as i guess up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;untill&lt;/span&gt; now i have been able to detach myself from it. it's irritating that something that as a family we had kinda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;forgotten&lt;/span&gt; about has come bk and i feel just so helpless in this situation. Anyway i guess i just wanted to let you know what was happening so that you could pray about it or keep her in your thoughts. Expressing myself on here as i really feel is rather hard but i guess this is something i just need to work out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; myself but i guess it kinda is putting other things into perspective&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36757579-7225869478194460600?l=emmaedwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/feeds/7225869478194460600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36757579&amp;postID=7225869478194460600' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/7225869478194460600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/7225869478194460600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-mum-so-by-now-i-guess-some-of-you_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204458060280539019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k113/emiplem/tue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36757579.post-1633552589498313838</id><published>2006-11-07T14:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-07T15:00:49.726Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Right to i was sent an e-mail today about being a 90's kid and the things we remember such as the whole of the rap at the begining of the fresh prince (and i still can) and pogs as well as those slap bands we used to wear around our wrists you know the ones in bright patterns that were straight untill u smacked it accross ur wrist so it curled up remember those? and yer i thought it would be a good excuse to post a nice little picture of myself as a wee girly, seriously though check out my natural ginger streaks it worries me that i haven't changed that much!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/75/4487/1600/08-11-06_1435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/75/4487/320/08-11-06_1435.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36757579-1633552589498313838?l=emmaedwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/feeds/1633552589498313838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36757579&amp;postID=1633552589498313838' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/1633552589498313838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/1633552589498313838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-memories-right-to-i-was-sent-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204458060280539019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k113/emiplem/tue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36757579.post-6156931402136600089</id><published>2006-11-07T14:15:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:52:27.295Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/75/4487/1600/08-11-06_1443.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"You deserve someone better"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hummm not really sure how to put such things into words. I am sick of the phrase "You deserve someone better" this phrase has been used to me about three times, it comes at a lovley stage when u have been seeing someone and they want to either get rid of you or wants to be with someone else. It seems funny to me that if these guys think i am something special they use this as an excuse to get rid of me. So i guess this is just a rant to say what aload of balls this term is and if used again i may be temped to rip cetain bits of manhood of these particuar males!!&lt;br /&gt;it annoys me how much i really need to start protecting myself and how hard it will be to get the balence between snow queen and being truley open with people. It really upseats me &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/75/4487/1600/08-11-06_1443.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/75/4487/200/08-11-06_1443.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the fact i am even having to think about this issue in terms of holding myself back in future relationships but hey i guess this is just another indication of this fallen world. Why can't love just be like in the movies! I am not impressed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/36757579-6156931402136600089?l=emmaedwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/feeds/6156931402136600089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36757579&amp;postID=6156931402136600089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/6156931402136600089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/6156931402136600089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/2006/11/you-deserve-someone-better-hummm-not_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204458060280539019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k113/emiplem/tue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36757579.post-116248020656511829</id><published>2006-11-02T14:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T00:39:46.739Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lecture times day 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well you will be pleased as i am sure you care greatly that today's lecture has been much better on the whole this is supprising as last night was also a good night, usualy how good the night is before the lectures directly effects how much is lernt! however i am actualy finding today rather interesting which is nice!&lt;br /&gt;so last night..... last night we celebrated the lovley Phillips 27th birthday by going to a nice Italian in bristol. Afterwards foll&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1095/4116/1600/nov1st06%20005.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1095/4116/320/nov1st06%20005.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;owed a repete performance of going to panash for there alternitive yet largley mainstream night called propaganda. Was on the whole slow to start but we were soon rocking out so to speak! with great glasses of red wine being drunken out of plastic cups i am indeed a classy classy lady!&lt;br /&gt;anyway i'm sure there are futher pearls of wisdom and insightful comments to come from the well of knowlege and incredible witt that is myself but for now i will leave u with a lovely photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1095/4116/1600/nov1st06%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36757579-116248020656511829?l=emmaedwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/feeds/116248020656511829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36757579&amp;postID=116248020656511829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/116248020656511829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/116248020656511829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/2006/11/lecture-times-day-2-well-you-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204458060280539019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k113/emiplem/tue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36757579.post-116234184893586560</id><published>2006-11-01T00:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-07T14:25:32.534Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1095/4116/1600/nov1st06%20033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1095/4116/200/nov1st06%20033.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rhi and me - (a special post dedicated to a very special lady!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought tonight's events have needed to be documented, i am currently sitting on the sofa with the lovley rhi having had one rather amusing night! firstly there was the fashion show which occoured in my front room having just had a fun egging by a group of teenagers!! After this we decided on a fun trip to tesco's                                                                in order to buy - well&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1095/4116/1600/em%20and%20rhi.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1095/4116/200/em%20and%20rhi.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; nothing in particular apart from chocolate, however who would have thought that not only would we both spend an extrodinary amount of money but also rhi would prove her true blondeness. this came in the form of rhi asking why they didn't make baskets with wheels only to realise these were in fact trollies!! cue hysterical laughter in the middle of the isle and lots of strange looks!&lt;br /&gt;Coming home the dying process was to follow another amusing trail of events in which not only did we manage to dye rhi's hair bright pink but also her eyebrows, face, hands and half my                                                                 bathroom.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1095/4116/1600/emi%20and%20whi.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1095/4116/200/emi%20and%20whi.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is a tribute to a wonderfully amusing night and a very wonderful Lady i hope we have many more amusing moments to come although i don't think there is any doubt in either of our minds that this will ever not happen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36757579-116234184893586560?l=emmaedwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/feeds/116234184893586560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36757579&amp;postID=116234184893586560' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/116234184893586560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/116234184893586560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/2006/11/rhi-and-me-special-post-dedicated-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204458060280539019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k113/emiplem/tue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36757579.post-116234076619701593</id><published>2006-11-01T00:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-07T10:45:27.166Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1095/4116/1600/1250406546_l.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 239px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1095/4116/320/1250406546_l.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends friends freinds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So here is the proof that i do not sit on my own all day writting blog entry's and pondering the inner most workings of life on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This image is from our wonderfull holiday to sunny sunny spain (from left to right - Jon, Phill, Liam, Rhi, Myself, fiona and Rae) not forgetting the womderful Peit who is taking the photo. This photo was taken in a bar in grande alicant with self service pumps in the middle of the table, what an amazing idea!&lt;br /&gt;Spain has to have been the best holiday yet, not only was it an amazingly fun time with a group of lovley people but i also found it quite a spiritual time too with some light hearted yet deeply serious theological conversations inbetween many pina colodas and being a sexy french man!&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/36757579-116234076619701593?l=emmaedwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/feeds/116234076619701593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36757579&amp;postID=116234076619701593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/116234076619701593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/116234076619701593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/2006/11/friends-friends-freinds-so-here-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204458060280539019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k113/emiplem/tue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36757579.post-116214069787917435</id><published>2006-10-29T16:42:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-11-07T14:26:08.163Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A True intimacy with God? - some rambellings from a while back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I love the fact that whenever things seems to hard in my life to deal with I always have to rely on God to support me but annoyed with the old cliché that when things are going well this glory is never, well rarely given back to God. Recently this has been amazingly highlighted within my life, as things are hard for me I forget all that is good in my life (which is really a lot) and also through out the process I currently feel Gods healing presence yet I chose to stay in this place in order to just fill the sense of a need to be in sadness. Is this because I want to have a dependence on God or merely want to put myself through the worst that I think I need to endure or deserve? (Unfortunately I think its more the latter)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;What does it mean to have a true intimacy and dependence on God? its obvious that a large par of this is about being open and honest with God and allowing him to penetrate deeper into every aspect of life, and although I know that his interest in us goes deeper than a longing for our love and more like a desperate desire to have our hearts I often think that when I am in a stage like this he must get bored with my incessant routine and going round things in circles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yesterday was a real turning point for me, after hearing some (more) slightly soul destroying news I knew that merely praying or crying as the case may have been there needed to be more. I needed to find out more about God and so with a sudden urge I went out and to the woods in search for somewhere hidden where I could be alone with God. I just needed to feel surrounded by God I took my bible my mp3 and some of the books Ive been reading lately and just sat being romanced and seeking his answers, I have to say after a long time I felt ready. God had spoken to me, but in nothing dramatic more a subtle reassurance that he did care about all the little things and that he would always be there to pick me up no matter how menial this may seem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A true intimacy with God seems to be a flawed but walking prayer one that has many pitfalls but carries on learning and searching desperately for the heart of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36757579-116214069787917435?l=emmaedwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/feeds/116214069787917435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36757579&amp;postID=116214069787917435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/116214069787917435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/116214069787917435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/2006/10/true-intimacy-with-god-some_29.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204458060280539019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k113/emiplem/tue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36757579.post-116206802284000023</id><published>2006-10-28T21:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T14:26:25.676Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1095/4116/1600/faced.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1095/4116/200/faced.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello well this is my first blog post this blog will be a great place for me to put all my mindless drivel for you to devour on the pages of the world wide web.&lt;br /&gt;I doubt there will be any greatly enlightening readings but i do promise a collection of bad spellings maybe the odd bad photo and random thoughts and feelings of yours truley&lt;br /&gt;enjoy&lt;br /&gt;Em xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36757579-116206802284000023?l=emmaedwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/feeds/116206802284000023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36757579&amp;postID=116206802284000023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/116206802284000023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36757579/posts/default/116206802284000023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmaedwards.blogspot.com/2006/10/hello-well-this-is-my-first-blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204458060280539019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k113/emiplem/tue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
