<?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-6891614</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:58:03.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slievuli</title><subtitle type='html'>... another, blog.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slievuli.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6891614/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slievuli.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647726292699458714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6891614.post-108520675445578790</id><published>2004-05-21T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T23:19:14.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;On the Job...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we did it! It was a lot of fun, I'll post its website after the media release. I've gotta admit though, I sounded like such an idiot compared to Matt VB and Adam, those two could get it right almost always. Whereas I ... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Jessica, step closer to the microphone please... Jessica don't knock the microphone... Jessica step closer to the microphone please... Jessica, don't cough. These are sensitive... Jessica, don't ruffle the script, the sound is picked up... Jessica! *&amp;^% &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~..~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam's my new role model and he can never find out the link to this blog. Why's he my role model? He did, and went well in, HSC drama, extension history and ancient history. He had some brilliant advice, and im pretty grateful towards the guy. GOD! He can never ever find this post, I'd shoot myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6891614-108520675445578790?l=slievuli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6891614/posts/default/108520675445578790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6891614/posts/default/108520675445578790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slievuli.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108520675445578790' title=''/><author><name>jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647726292699458714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6891614.post-108465844280196533</id><published>2004-05-15T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T15:00:42.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;On Blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a banner coming, I just have to work it out with James because I am basically computer illiterate. Another thing, my posts aren't going to be very consistent from now on, 'cos I've more than enough work to keep me busy for a thousand years - least, that's how I feel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On Job&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got our script for it the other day, and so I now know what it's actually for. It is for a website on the net - as I said previously (I think) - that the Blue Mountains City Council is making. Matt VB, Adam and I are doing voiceovers for the animations of this driving test thingy, and as I said before, I'm playing Nicole. Matt's doing the voice of a drunkern idiot called Brad and Adam is doing the main character's, Brett. We're doing it this Thursday, and am I ever nervous... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On Drama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In school drama's become a little stressful, I've got to perform my monologue a day earlier than everyone else, 'cos of the bloody job. I wish I didn't have to... I would've like to have seen everyone else's monologues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~..~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I've talked about this before, but Anna and I are making a video diary of WITW. It should be good, I only wish we'd been able to make one for HAA as I love that cast... But WITW cast are pretty cool too, fun. Oh geez, there was something else I wanted to say on the subject of WITW, but I can't remember... arrrrgggg! How annoying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My weekend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday night Rose, Anna, Tash, Keely and I went to Matt B's house. We toasted marshmallows dipped in chocolate, had a sausages and bacon and lay down under the stars - despite the fact that it was bloody freezing outside! It was great fun. Keely and Tash went home around twelvish, and Rose, Anna and I slept the night. Poor Matt, stuck there with three giggling girls. If I was him, I would've killed myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~..~ &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;On Saturday I went to Gabrielle's soccer game. The champ scored! I was so proud, so was she. I've never seen her play before, but she's one hell of a runner. I'll tell you what though, I woke up dead at Matt's and to have to go to a 9-year-old's match after no sleep, isn't my kinda idea. Anyway, once I'd watched the game, we went shopping, then went home. V. eventful day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~..~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, being today, is one of work work work work work. I can't afford to bullshit it, I've gotta learn my monologue and the first scene of COSI. My uncle, cousin and Nanna are coming over as well, which should be fun... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~..~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, got to go.   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6891614-108465844280196533?l=slievuli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6891614/posts/default/108465844280196533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6891614/posts/default/108465844280196533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slievuli.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108465844280196533' title=''/><author><name>jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647726292699458714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6891614.post-108397097041849930</id><published>2004-05-07T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T16:12:55.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;On, well, nothing...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is little to be said in this post, as well, the weekends never seem interesting enough when you're not out doing something, or at least having someone over. I found this neat little Egyptian site though, take a look if you're interested, it's got some great stuff on Senneferi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm home alone for the weekend. Thank God, I like my solitude, I think everyone does. I'm home alone because my family have gone to stay with my grandparents. I can't help but feel a little guilty that I got out of it - they're great people, nan and pop. Though, I am planning to get through a huge load of homework and maybe even learn scene one in Cosi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~..~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment though, I am blogging (obviously), surfing for good Wheel of Time fansites, and downloading as many T-Rex songs as I possibly can. All three are bloody addictive: blogging, Jordan books and T-Rex's music. Ah well, I'm loving it. I'm also scanning anime sites too. Geez, what a life I have, huh? A FANTASTIC ONE! I'm alone! Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~..~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to make muffins, and search for more sites. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6891614-108397097041849930?l=slievuli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6891614/posts/default/108397097041849930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6891614/posts/default/108397097041849930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slievuli.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108397097041849930' title=''/><author><name>jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647726292699458714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6891614.post-108391876198933373</id><published>2004-05-07T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T02:00:49.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;On school...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I saw - as I did not spend much time with the group today - there was not a repeat of yesterday's manipulation and I'm relieved. Though, I did see something both pathetic and... well, sad, today. There's this boy, a little year seven kid, all alone and with quite a few problems. I've heard so many stories surrounding him that just make me go, "Oh shit. That's depressing." The kid's got no people skills, no sense of what people think of him, of how to behave. I wonder if his parents locked him up for the first twelve years of his life? I'm not going to say anymore though, I'll feel like I'm betraying him, even though he'll never find out, and those reading it probably wouldn't know him. God, it's bloody depressing though, just listening to him.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~..~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must've stolen ten or so bags today... Anne nicked off with Edith's playing cards and Ashleigh let her PMS shoot through the roof - oh my, Ashleigh's bloody hilarious when you can get her going. On an even lighter note, I seriously think MacKenzie still holds a grudge, over my being a shit in her classes last year. Her best buddy, Haggity, called me over for immature behaviour. God, I would've liked to slap MacKenzie a thousand or so times. She just sat there with a massive grin on her face, smiling at me with some vindictive sort of pleasure... The woman's a pain in my royal behind. But, I can't help but find some humour in the episode - she really let me get to her, she did, Mackenzie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~..~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne and I are having a competition. Who can go 48 hours without being naughty? This includes plotting, stirring siblings, and &lt;em&gt;H'ing&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Ellaing&lt;/em&gt; people. Damn, we're ruling everything out. I'm not going to pretend its a little scary - Anne might be the biggest troublemaker I've ever met in my life, but she's also the most stubborn person I've ever met. So... I was wondering whether those who read this and go to my school,  could do the following, y'know, to help me out... in front of Anne - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAKE YOURSELF THE MOST DESIRABLE TARGET IN THE WORLD, please?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~..~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all, Jess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6891614-108391876198933373?l=slievuli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6891614/posts/default/108391876198933373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6891614/posts/default/108391876198933373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slievuli.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108391876198933373' title=''/><author><name>jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647726292699458714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6891614.post-108384022182678872</id><published>2004-05-06T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T02:06:53.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;On school...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw something today that disgusted me. A person playing on the ignorance of others. If I put it into those words, to that person, they'd have denied it. And to report back to another, an &lt;em&gt;aware&lt;/em&gt;, just made it all the more worse.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I know that this post is probably hugely hypocritical, which I'm not proud of, but anyhow, at least I can recognise it for what  &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt; was... the manipulating of the damned ignorant. God, and so bloody blatantly too! James and I talked about it, and James saw it differently, that that person wasn't actually &lt;em&gt;doing&lt;/em&gt; as they thought they were doing. But I do not think that it excuses the actions of this person, this &lt;em&gt;aware&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this doesn't make much sense to those who haven't been properly informed, but I had to say all that crap to say the following: I don't think a person should prey on the ignorance of others, it's sick, twisted, disgusting. Not to mention embarassing. I think anyone who practices such manipulation is horrible and cruel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~..~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely different subject, though still in relation to school... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goldsmith has to be the BEST teacher at the moment, for mucking around with that is. Anne and I call her Little G, and she adores it, which is a plus, 'cos I get to rub in the fact that she's as tiny as a chicken. Also, we H'd her, (linked arms with her and dragged her backwards), and she told us to "Get Stuffed!", which from Little G is bloody hilarious. I didn't know the lady could curse... Ah, she's great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~..~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, the cop story is all around the school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 9 I was a jealous little shit, a jealous little shit of Sofia. Sofia's great, I love her now, but then, oh dear... &lt;em&gt;then&lt;/em&gt;. I hated her because she was a daughter of one of the Wiggles, had been in magazines to advertise kid's clothing etc. and was on, &lt;em&gt;cough&lt;/em&gt;, a higher reading level than me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I called the cops, reported a child missing and gave them Sofia's address. And guess freakin what? The cops turned up at her house. Yep, and now everyone knows I was a jealous little shit of Sofia the Wiggle girl. Haha - I hate to admit it, but I actually don't resent that kinda publicity. In fact, I love it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's another story concerning my jealousy of Sofia... I'm not sure on how old I was, around 9 I'm guessing, I told Sofia I lived around the corner from her at so and so address. Well, the darling went, and knocked on the door, only to discover that I didn't live there. Nup, I lived in the next suburb. So, Sofia cried and I was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~..~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm going now - I've h/w. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6891614-108384022182678872?l=slievuli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6891614/posts/default/108384022182678872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6891614/posts/default/108384022182678872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slievuli.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108384022182678872' title=''/><author><name>jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647726292699458714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6891614.post-108375967026356946</id><published>2004-05-05T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T05:29:41.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;On drama... (again - sorry) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the job!&lt;br /&gt;Oh geez, I actually got it. I got a professional, voiceover job for some ... something. It's about driving safely, and I'm playing - doing - the voice of a girl called Nicole. &lt;br /&gt;I thought the audtion went terribly, I kept on forgetting the lines and, every time I did, made some immature wisecrack about it... but I did get it! (what the - ?) &lt;br /&gt;And it pays $30/hr! Not only that, I'm working alongside my friend Matt (Cop Matt) and the guy who is playing Badger in WITW. This post is all over the place, because... oh my God! I got a professional job! I'm getting paid! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6891614-108375967026356946?l=slievuli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6891614/posts/default/108375967026356946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6891614/posts/default/108375967026356946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slievuli.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108375967026356946' title=''/><author><name>jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647726292699458714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6891614.post-108367534382847137</id><published>2004-05-04T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T02:05:14.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;On my drama...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Well, I got into Cosi - which I found out at the Wind in the Willows rehearsals - fanbloodytastic, more stress! No... I suppose I am glad, surprised too - I thought my audition went terribly. So I'm now playing Justin, which they've changed to a female role. Thus, I am Justine the social worker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I was also asked by Tahlia (the director of MYT) to audition for a voiceover job. I think that's $25 an hour, so, I should go for it - considering it'd be awesome experience and all, plus, it'll look great on a CV. But... okay, I'm already having problems managing both school and drama... oh to hell with it - I'll do it. I don't know... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Anyway, I'm tired of drama - let's talk about something else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;On school...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! I'm back. God, I must be the only child in the state screaming that. But, after Hating Alison Ashley finished I started suffering withdrawals, from it, from the cast, and from not being around people. I had so many people around me during HAA, and then bam! I've two days without them and I go insane. Then, THANK GOD, we're back at school, and I've my school buddies and Rose (who was from the cast) around me again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's great at the moment. People, canteen, drama, ancient history. Brilliant. I think it has something to do with it being autumn now. I love autumn, and school during autumn is fantastic. The building always looks incredible when it's autumn. We've this big, sandstone building, see? Priests were trained there. I've never used this word before - oh I'm sure I have, but haven't in awhile, it makes me shudder really - but its really &lt;em&gt;lovely&lt;/em&gt;. It reminds me of Lyra's Jordan from &lt;em&gt;His Dark Materials&lt;/em&gt;, Redwall from &lt;em&gt;Redwall&lt;/em&gt;, and parts of it - only parts - Hogwarts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On Canberra...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on a family holiday last weekend - three days - to Canberra. It wasn't that bad really... for a family holiday I mean. The best two things that can be said of it, well three, is that I screamed, "F*** you, Johnny!" at John Howard's house, imagined crazy schemes one could put into practice outside the US Embassy and the War Memorial. The War Memorial I'll have to go back to, I've Gaby and William, and they're the "glance-at-an-object-and-keep-walking" type. I'll tell you what though, those photos, of the soldiers smiling - they got me. They really, truly got me. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6891614-108367534382847137?l=slievuli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6891614/posts/default/108367534382847137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6891614/posts/default/108367534382847137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slievuli.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108367534382847137' title=''/><author><name>jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647726292699458714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6891614.post-108365784552982320</id><published>2004-05-04T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T01:09:38.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wore a school uniform today. Yeah! School's back! Geez, that was dead sincere... anyhow, here's my blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you, I'm off to rehearsals. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6891614-108365784552982320?l=slievuli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6891614/posts/default/108365784552982320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6891614/posts/default/108365784552982320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slievuli.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108365784552982320' title=''/><author><name>jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03647726292699458714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
