<?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-23690606</id><updated>2011-11-17T20:27:42.833Z</updated><title type='text'>J E L L O</title><subtitle type='html'>It's our wild wacky invention.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03235981849108305967</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>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23690606.post-114599590862773393</id><published>2006-04-25T20:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-25T20:11:48.626Z</updated><title type='text'>Jiallo</title><content type='html'>hello jelo. Wow, here's a joke for a 7 year old. Hello My Freaky Darlings. I remember this line from The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. Hello! That was a strange movie for you. Anways, I am having a very very very slow day. So so slow. I did like half my work and don't want to go on. Now I am taking over this blog to wrote about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should we start the story about the bear family, like JL wanted..here is a first paragraphe. I watched Shrek yesterday, so I have living animals with houses and everything. If you want we can start over with real bears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby bear woke up. She got out of bed and went to the kitchen. She had been to a major party the night before and was soooow tired. She saw a note on the fridge : Mom and dad are away hunting, will be back tomorrow. She was like "Yay". Of course since she is a bear it was a roaring "Yaaaaaaaaaaaaay". All the small animals ran into their small homes and a flock of birds flew out of the woods, frightened by the sound of her Yaaaaaaaaaaaaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She laughed, "its great to be so big". She grabbed some break-fast and sat on the coutch. She was tired but could not let a day without her parents at home pass and not do something they don't let her do. But what....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23690606-114599590862773393?l=jiastellio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/feeds/114599590862773393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23690606&amp;postID=114599590862773393&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114599590862773393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114599590862773393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/2006/04/jiallo.html' title='Jiallo'/><author><name>Steliano Ponticos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02644725954381950042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23690606.post-114597494205840164</id><published>2006-04-25T14:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-25T14:22:22.140Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Someone needed to make a new post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23690606-114597494205840164?l=jiastellio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/feeds/114597494205840164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23690606&amp;postID=114597494205840164&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114597494205840164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114597494205840164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/2006/04/someone-needed-to-make-new-post.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03235981849108305967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23690606.post-114529203515257577</id><published>2006-04-17T16:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-17T16:40:35.183Z</updated><title type='text'>creatacode?</title><content type='html'>Who wants to create a code that we can post with?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23690606-114529203515257577?l=jiastellio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/feeds/114529203515257577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23690606&amp;postID=114529203515257577&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114529203515257577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114529203515257577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/2006/04/creatacode.html' title='creatacode?'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03235981849108305967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23690606.post-114519303714498767</id><published>2006-04-16T13:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-16T13:11:12.433Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;&lt;a href="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=16739838"&gt;http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=16739838&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" quality="high" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="#000000" width="426" height="320" name="rockmyspace" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="never" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="&lt;a href="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer&lt;/a&gt;" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; 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This codes a sentence where I say hello to you. There are spaces between words and dashes between letters and the coma is just a coma. What is the sentenece exactly. This is sooooooo easy. You don't need to know &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt; about binary numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1000-101-1100-1100-1111 ,  1111  1-1110-11  1010-1100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm done but I don't want to stop writting. Naah, I'll stop. Here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23690606-114515245393032499?l=jiastellio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/feeds/114515245393032499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23690606&amp;postID=114515245393032499&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114515245393032499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114515245393032499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/2006/04/break-my-code.html' title='Break My Code'/><author><name>Steliano Ponticos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02644725954381950042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23690606.post-114514418742504078</id><published>2006-04-15T22:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-15T23:36:27.460Z</updated><title type='text'>101 The End</title><content type='html'>Spelunking...This is the name for the practice of diving in underwater caves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they were stuck.  It was a life or death sort of thing to do.  So they decided between them that Gabi and Lucs would do the diving so that if anything happened, Richie could fly the plane.  Suzanna was to stay at base camp with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got suited up with a schedule for resurfacing and then descended into the bowels of the earth.  They hoped against hope that there would be some sign or clue to point them towards the treasure, otherwise it would be like finding a needle in a haystack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes after Gabi and Lucs went under, there were some suspicious tremors coming from the earth.  Richie and Suz exchanged worried glances as there had been no previous warning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richie attempted to radio them to abort the mission, but without success - the seismic activity must have interfered with the signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All they could do was sit and hope their friends would come out.  After half an hour the earthquake hit full blast.  It was violent, almost as if it had been waiting for centuries.  The earth was like to split in two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meantime, in the water caves, Gabi and Lucs felt the tremors.  They did all they could not to panic and use up their oxygen, and by this time they were becoming disoriented with the magnetic activity. &lt;br /&gt;Through one passage, up one hole, down one shaft, in another cave....Where were they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly BOOM!  The earth split, the cave opened - Gabi had never seen water drain away so fast.  And they found themselves blinking in the daylight...They heard a scream, looked up and there were Richie and Suz standing on a ridge looking down at them in a huge cauldron, newly opened up by the quake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All they wanted to do was get out of there, forget the treasure.  It would take some climbing now - quick switch from diving to mountaineering, so Richie with great presence of mind threw down a rope while Gabi and Lucs struggled out of their oxygen tanks and flippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another holler from Suz, that sharp-eyed girl, and everyone turned to follow her pointing finger.  Sticking out of the newly-formed valley a few yards away was the corner of a great brass-studded chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More quick thinking from Richie - he was rappelling down the slope with more ropes and slings and grips, following Gabi and Lucs who were running towards the goal.  They dug it out of the rocks and sand, secured it with rope and slings, and formed a pulley system to get it up to the top and drag it back to Suz at the basecamp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in camp, they just had to open it.  Richie and Gabi set to with great gusto, using rocks and heavy branches, and pretty soon the locks were broken from the old wood and they'd broken through the tar sealed lead lining.  They held their breaths.  What was inside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Lucs was the lucky pirate descendant, she had the honour of opening the lid.  She slowly lifted...and was confronted with the sight of damp peppercorns.  In a panic, they all stuck their arms in and started digging around.  Their eyes were watering with disappointment and the evaporation from the spicy peppercorns.&lt;br /&gt;Someone shouted.&lt;br /&gt;All their hands converged to pull out a smaller enamelled jewellery chest.  It was heavy and they were sure there was something inside it but they just HAD to get off that island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They ran back to the beach and boarded the plane.  Richie made a water takeoff and in a couple of hours they landed only he knew where.  It was tropical, they could see the sea, and the people looked friendly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They hired a taxi and asked for the best hotel in town.  Once in a room at the Costa Royale they sat around the bed and opened the exquisite jewel-encrusted, enamelled box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside was a message on parchment wrapped around a small inscribed golden key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In wonderfully scrolling letters, the note read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Congratulations, O brave Explorer!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thou hast uncovered a treasure and being as it is, I must assume thou art my worthy descendant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Half of thine treasure is the box, which I claim'd as my personal Memento from capturing a Ship in the Year of our Lord 1588.  Great is the acuity of he who can explain wherefore a Box displaying the Royal seal of Guillaume le gagnant was carried aboard a ship in a Spanish fleet with courses set for Ynglande.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ye brazen key was delivered to me by a Courrier of the Court of Elizabeth - God rest her soul - who harkened of my Triumph as soon after my capture, the Armada was scattered by Ye mighty Hand of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Owen Tryfor Glyndwr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anno domini 1603&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stunned three "Explorers" and one "descendant" then turned their wide eyes to the inscription on the key which read in Latin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To the bearer of this key and to his descendants is granted access, on application, to any royal household in the Kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Gabi, Lucs, Richie, and Suz stared at each other in awed silence, their minds full of possibilities that their lips could not yet utter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23690606-114514418742504078?l=jiastellio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/feeds/114514418742504078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23690606&amp;postID=114514418742504078&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114514418742504078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114514418742504078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/2006/04/101-end.html' title='101 The End'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014351759393921274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XQ37S-vQmHM/TsVt2ZWXtTI/AAAAAAAAA-s/1csMAw7tmXI/s220/DSC_0288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23690606.post-114502563769616672</id><published>2006-04-14T14:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-14T14:40:37.780Z</updated><title type='text'>Liv's Films</title><content type='html'>Helloooo! I have not been posting lately, and I know it's also my turn to try and finish off the 101 Saga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My top 10 films:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Gladiator - cinematography I'd never seen before and a great soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Amelie - cute surreal bits, and hope that a girl like me can find love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) A Beautiful Mind - a touching soundtrack, and after the twist you have to watch it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) A Room with a View - magical, romantic, memorable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Matrix Trilogy - the WOW factor never fades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Austin Powers - always provides a needed laugh, always quotable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)  The Incredibles - so cool and funny and cool, really the best animation yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) The Chronicles of Narnia - I wanted to cry when I saw Aslan and I want to wear those dresses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Pride &amp; Prejudice (BBC/A&amp;amp;E) - just precious, well done and I love the actors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Breakfast at Tiffany - timeless classic, need I say more?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23690606-114502563769616672?l=jiastellio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/feeds/114502563769616672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23690606&amp;postID=114502563769616672&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114502563769616672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114502563769616672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/2006/04/livs-films.html' title='Liv&apos;s Films'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014351759393921274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XQ37S-vQmHM/TsVt2ZWXtTI/AAAAAAAAA-s/1csMAw7tmXI/s220/DSC_0288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23690606.post-114476665793374310</id><published>2006-04-11T14:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-11T14:46:23.710Z</updated><title type='text'>Jia films</title><content type='html'>here is my top 10 english films&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bend it like Beckham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2/3. Bridget Jones 1 and 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Legally Blond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Frida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Cleopratra (the one with Liz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Chron's of Narnia; The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8/9/1o  The Harry Potter Films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTERNATIONAL FILMS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Mama Roma (Black/White Italian Film)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Lola Rennt (German Cult Classic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Good Bye Lenin (German)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Das Boot (German)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  8 Women (France)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Van Gogh (France)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Crouching Tiger/Hidden Dragon (China)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Kung Fu Hustel (Hong Kong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Le Fabulex Destin D'Amelie Poulain (France)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOCS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  The Secret life of the Mona Lisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Tsumai:  Deadly Wave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Rize&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23690606-114476665793374310?l=jiastellio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/feeds/114476665793374310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23690606&amp;postID=114476665793374310&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114476665793374310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114476665793374310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/2006/04/jia-films_11.html' title='Jia films'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03235981849108305967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23690606.post-114467024153223560</id><published>2006-04-10T11:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-10T11:57:22.506Z</updated><title type='text'>Favourite Films</title><content type='html'>Its raining and I don't feel like working. I thought I would make a list of the 10 movies I like most (in english)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-Apocalypse now : Great movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-Lawrence of Arabia : The scenery is outstanding and I like Omar Sharif and Peter O'toole. Very unique setting (end of world war I in the ME)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-Gladiator : You got to like Maximus, Maximus, Maximus,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-Million Dollar Baby : Just like Apocalypse now, its just great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-Catch Me if You Can : Very very funny and Leonardo Di Caprio is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6-Four Weddings And A Feuneral : So English!&lt;br /&gt;(maybe its not a masterpiece, on the other hand)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7-The Gangs of New York : Like Lawrence of Arabia, the setting is unique and its about a very critical period in history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8-A Beautiful Mind : Russel Crow is crazy. I think he does super great in this role. Geniffer Conelli is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9-Will Hunting : THe first 30 mins are very funny, then you can go to sleep. 90s movie par excellence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10-Kill Bill I &amp;amp; II : The scenario might be no better than the one we are making with Gabi, but the directing is amazing, fight scenes awesome and very aesthetic, and I like the colors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23690606-114467024153223560?l=jiastellio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/feeds/114467024153223560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23690606&amp;postID=114467024153223560&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114467024153223560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114467024153223560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/2006/04/favourite-films.html' title='Favourite Films'/><author><name>Steliano Ponticos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02644725954381950042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23690606.post-114442210641919638</id><published>2006-04-07T14:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-07T15:01:47.806Z</updated><title type='text'>Things you never knew about me</title><content type='html'>1)I used to collect money from different countries, I have chinese, thai, buthanese, iranian, russian, ukrainian, turkish, greek, austrian, italian, argentine, brazilian, australian etc money. But that was a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I also collected stamps for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I don't like having my picture taken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) My pets: I had a gold fish, a couple of parrots and a cat. Don't  have a pet now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I am very good at ping pong and very bad at tennis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I used to consider that mobydick is the best book in the world. Yesterday, I changed my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) The thing I do most in life is watch TV, I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23690606-114442210641919638?l=jiastellio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/feeds/114442210641919638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23690606&amp;postID=114442210641919638&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114442210641919638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114442210641919638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/2006/04/things-you-never-knew-about-me.html' title='Things you never knew about me'/><author><name>Steliano Ponticos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02644725954381950042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23690606.post-114435208790449579</id><published>2006-04-06T19:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-06T22:38:07.050Z</updated><title type='text'>Things I bet you never knew about me!</title><content type='html'>We needed new blood in this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have always wanted to have my own libary, full of books in English, German and Italian. All kinds of subjects, like History, pop culture, Art...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When I was a kid I wanted to be a Nurse or a Geologist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I love National Geographic maps and Have a collection of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I collect Photo Albums (I like them Big or Small, funky or simple) and picture frames...I got one that is shaped like a Snowman and another one that has Saint Paddy chascing a Snake away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I like to collect footie shoes and Retro Sneakers...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23690606-114435208790449579?l=jiastellio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/feeds/114435208790449579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23690606&amp;postID=114435208790449579&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114435208790449579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114435208790449579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/2006/04/things-i-bet-you-never-knew-about-me.html' title='Things I bet you never knew about me!'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03235981849108305967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23690606.post-114419450055306505</id><published>2006-04-04T23:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-04T23:48:20.566Z</updated><title type='text'>101 treasure found</title><content type='html'>In the morning they headed north from the beach.  Fighting their way through the thick jungle, over roots, under branches and cutting through stinging plants.  They walked all the way across the island towards the lagoon.  The map told them that there would be a cave near the east end of the lagoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They walked towards the cliffs and at one point had to wade into the warm blue water to get a better chance of finding it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one problem, so many years after the gold was hiden, the tides have rised, covering the hole.  It had now became a underwater cavern.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23690606-114419450055306505?l=jiastellio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/feeds/114419450055306505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23690606&amp;postID=114419450055306505&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114419450055306505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114419450055306505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/2006/04/101-treasure-found.html' title='101 treasure found'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03235981849108305967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23690606.post-114408752578977927</id><published>2006-04-03T17:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-03T18:05:25.816Z</updated><title type='text'>101 Treasure Island</title><content type='html'>Gabi, being the practical one, decided they ought to head for the island while it was still light outside.  He set his coordinates, and glided off on the surface, Richie following in his sea-plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They "parked their vehicles" and went for a short recon on the beach and a bit inland, just to make sure they were safe.&lt;br /&gt;Back at the beach now, the sun was getting low, so they set up camp and partied on dudes.  Smooth operator that he was, Richie kept his plane stocked like a bar so there weren't short of drinks or luxurious snacks which was a welcome break from the Navy grub on the sub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around midnight, Gabi persuaded everyone to get some sleep for the day ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23690606-114408752578977927?l=jiastellio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/feeds/114408752578977927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23690606&amp;postID=114408752578977927&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114408752578977927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114408752578977927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/2006/04/101-treasure-island.html' title='101 Treasure Island'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014351759393921274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XQ37S-vQmHM/TsVt2ZWXtTI/AAAAAAAAA-s/1csMAw7tmXI/s220/DSC_0288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23690606.post-114373795995100278</id><published>2006-03-30T16:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-30T17:01:45.326Z</updated><title type='text'>101 Party</title><content type='html'>The plane cleanly glides on the surface, stopping right next the sub. The door opens and music is heard, New York by U2. The music gets louder, the pilot carefully steps out of the plane. He gets on the wing -that is almost touching the emerged sub- walks to the tip. He is only a few meters away from Lucs, "Is this where the party's at", he asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, we allready have the music" Lucs answered him. He hopped onto the deck of the sub, "hey, Lucs", "Hello, Richie. I knew you would come...". "I knew I would, where's Suzanna"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suz thaught she heard a familiar voice, she came running up to the deck, "Richie, Richie,.." she was shouting. "How's my little sis?" richie said, as he held Suz in his arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richie is Suzanna's big brother, he was Gabi's friend at uni, he studied to become a pilot and Gabi a sub navigator. Gabi had always been the good student, always playing by the rules. Richie was a talented pilot, but he had discovered too late he was not made for military life, and was the bad boy in his class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richie, Suz and Lucs stood on the deck, enjoying the sun and listening to the music, but they had a lot of work before them...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23690606-114373795995100278?l=jiastellio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/feeds/114373795995100278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23690606&amp;postID=114373795995100278&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114373795995100278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114373795995100278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/2006/03/101-party.html' title='101 Party'/><author><name>Steliano Ponticos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02644725954381950042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23690606.post-114365856368495343</id><published>2006-03-29T18:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-29T18:56:03.706Z</updated><title type='text'>101 Jet Set</title><content type='html'>Gabi was thirsty, he reached for his water and took a long gulp and whent back to work.  10 mins later he felt weak, 5 mins later he passed out on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls enter and bring the sub up to the surface.  Lucs sends out a flare and in twenty mins a small sea plane comes down from the sky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23690606-114365856368495343?l=jiastellio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/feeds/114365856368495343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23690606&amp;postID=114365856368495343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114365856368495343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114365856368495343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/2006/03/101-jet-set.html' title='101 Jet Set'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03235981849108305967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23690606.post-114349574835257749</id><published>2006-03-27T21:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-27T21:42:28.353Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wohoooooooooo!  I got a job!  Makes uni Tution so much easier to come by now and a nice soft cusion to fall back on!  Unemployment Insurance!!!  If I get 300 hours over the summer I can get UI and use that untill I find a new job in Corner Brook! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today I looked at the CB Uni Campus housing and found that there are bording houses all around the uni, 5 to 20 mins away.  That is good and are priced from 350 to 400 a month!  Even better.  Most are furnished!  Yeah!  So I don't mind getting on 20 mins from campus that costs 350 a month.  I got legs, I can walk!  And I applied for on campus work experince program, cross fingers on that.  Then I can go from classroom to workplace.&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/23690606-114349574835257749?l=jiastellio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/feeds/114349574835257749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23690606&amp;postID=114349574835257749&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114349574835257749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114349574835257749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/2006/03/wohoooooooooo-i-got-job-makes-uni.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03235981849108305967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23690606.post-114331465542074343</id><published>2006-03-25T19:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-25T19:24:15.476Z</updated><title type='text'>101 bad girls got plan</title><content type='html'>Sencing Gabi was doubing their super plan, the girls drugged his drink.  They wanted that sub.  They knew that the treasure wasn't on the island but located in a cave under it.  It was an uderwater cave with a air chamber. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;500 years ago smart pirates found an airhole and dropped all the gold down it, they thought it was a sinkhole...but when they came back for it, they could not find it.   They sent rocks down, thew torches, but no end to be found.  Fusrated the men when back to their ship to plunder more when they were captured and sent back to England for trial.   Suz's Ancestor was one of those pirates, and he escaped jail and transport to the Penal Island. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story of the missing gold was passed on, no desendants of the pirates could find it...that was until Suz and Luc came around...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23690606-114331465542074343?l=jiastellio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/feeds/114331465542074343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23690606&amp;postID=114331465542074343&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114331465542074343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114331465542074343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/2006/03/101-bad-girls-got-plan.html' title='101 bad girls got plan'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03235981849108305967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23690606.post-114307339859162355</id><published>2006-03-23T00:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-23T00:23:18.593Z</updated><title type='text'>101 Hijacked</title><content type='html'>Gabi knew that the Coast Guard would be after them very soon.  From time to time he was forced to lay low and maintain equipment silence - no radar, no doppler, no radio and he managed to shut down the sub's unique identifier signal so that if anyone did see him on their radar he would be unidentified.  It might buy them some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't easy keeping the girls quiet, as they wandered around discovering the sub.  But he managed.  Every now and then he just had to broadcast a low "shush" over the sub's intercom system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually he was able to power up and be on the way again.  He was feeling overwhelmed because subs were not designed to be piloted by one man!  But they were indeed past the point of no return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He summoned the girls up to the bridge and asked what the heck they had in mind.  The answer:  A Treasure Island!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23690606-114307339859162355?l=jiastellio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/feeds/114307339859162355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23690606&amp;postID=114307339859162355&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114307339859162355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114307339859162355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/2006/03/101-hijacked.html' title='101 Hijacked'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014351759393921274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XQ37S-vQmHM/TsVt2ZWXtTI/AAAAAAAAA-s/1csMAw7tmXI/s220/DSC_0288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23690606.post-114284017217821883</id><published>2006-03-20T07:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-20T07:36:12.180Z</updated><title type='text'>101 The point of No Return</title><content type='html'>The sub was submerged, Gabi rushed to the controle room and checked pressure and other submarine kind of stuff --Suz automatically left the controles, he took them. Now Gabi is just a navigator, usually he plots the course for the captain who orders direction. He had never had the opportunity of playing the captain's role. "Hey, that feels so cool" part of him was saying. He had always wanted to command the sub and there he was, the Only pro on bord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Gabi's contienscious mentality came back. He can't steel the sub. Its worth like 20 Million pounds. So do I go back, that would mean going to jail and Lucs and Suz getting into trouble. Do I go ahead, that means the Royal Navy will send people after me...what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was Lucs, during all that. Well she was just taking a tour of the sub. She had always been very cool, even in such a surreally tense situation, she just walked around watching things and having fun. Of course she spotted the fancy captain's cabin. All the cabins were just a bed and a small desk. The captain's was really big and had designer furniture, "This will be my room" she thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While cool and careless Lucs was playing tourists on the sub, nervous Gabi was still hesitating..he glanced at his GPS positioning screen: He was allready very far from the coast. It was too late to turn back....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23690606-114284017217821883?l=jiastellio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/feeds/114284017217821883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23690606&amp;postID=114284017217821883&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114284017217821883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114284017217821883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/2006/03/101-point-of-no-return.html' title='101 The point of No Return'/><author><name>Steliano Ponticos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02644725954381950042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23690606.post-114281171159474394</id><published>2006-03-19T23:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-19T23:41:51.596Z</updated><title type='text'>101 suz</title><content type='html'>but suz grabbed the controls.  Gabi heard the sub lurch downwards, water enveloping the black painted domed metal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bubbles in the pressure meter started bleeping.  Bleep, 1 meter below, bleep, 2, bleep three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down down and down.  Gabi seased the controls...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23690606-114281171159474394?l=jiastellio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/feeds/114281171159474394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23690606&amp;postID=114281171159474394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114281171159474394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114281171159474394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/2006/03/101-suz.html' title='101 suz'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03235981849108305967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23690606.post-114280556791434812</id><published>2006-03-19T21:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-19T21:59:27.923Z</updated><title type='text'>101 Adventure</title><content type='html'>The two girls looked at each other like "you say"..Suzanna shyly started: "This is going to seem strange, but its the truth". Gabi looked at her like please tell me everything..Suzanna spoke faster "We have found a plan to go to a tropical island" a paradise where no one has ever been. We thought you were the only one who could take us there and we followed you to the sub. "but how dod you get passed the others"....Lucrezia laughed, Gabi looked at her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There was noone on the sub, only the captain and you". We took you watch when you were eating and changed the time. So the crew will only be here in 4 more houres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabi didn't even want to hear the rest of the story...are they crazy, do they really want him to steal a sub. They have to be out of their minds. That's what he thought at first, but he found himself hesitating....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23690606-114280556791434812?l=jiastellio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/feeds/114280556791434812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23690606&amp;postID=114280556791434812&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114280556791434812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114280556791434812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/2006/03/101-adventure.html' title='101 Adventure'/><author><name>Steliano Ponticos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02644725954381950042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23690606.post-114278991349038974</id><published>2006-03-19T17:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-19T17:38:33.490Z</updated><title type='text'>Lets play the name game</title><content type='html'>Ok, here is how it goes, we take the first Letter of our Screen name and give ourself a nice fat Verb or noun with the same Letter in front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXAMPLE:  Gabi--- Growing Gabi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will Be Jiggly Jia, I name Stelli  Super Stelli, Blue will be beautiful blue and Oliva ; Opalescent Oliva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who wants to try next???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23690606-114278991349038974?l=jiastellio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/feeds/114278991349038974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23690606&amp;postID=114278991349038974&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114278991349038974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114278991349038974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/2006/03/lets-play-name-game.html' title='Lets play the name game'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03235981849108305967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23690606.post-114277963820982300</id><published>2006-03-19T14:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-19T14:47:18.216Z</updated><title type='text'>gabi---stranded</title><content type='html'>so are we leaving Gabi stranded...or has the effects of jello worn off???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23690606-114277963820982300?l=jiastellio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/feeds/114277963820982300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23690606&amp;postID=114277963820982300&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114277963820982300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114277963820982300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/2006/03/gabi-stranded.html' title='gabi---stranded'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03235981849108305967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23690606.post-114262278301601794</id><published>2006-03-17T19:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-17T19:15:54.476Z</updated><title type='text'>JiaLi Cash</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43332950@N00/113813108/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/53/113813108_ff9a6ee08f_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I couldn't find blond hair with a cowboy (girl) hat. Anyway, meet Country Jiali Cash&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23690606-114262278301601794?l=jiastellio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/feeds/114262278301601794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23690606&amp;postID=114262278301601794&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114262278301601794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114262278301601794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/2006/03/jiali-cash.html' title='JiaLi Cash'/><author><name>Steliano Ponticos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02644725954381950042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23690606.post-114253617167385151</id><published>2006-03-16T19:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-16T19:09:31.680Z</updated><title type='text'>JL and Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1063/1024/Sans%20titre.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4618/1063/400/Sans%20titre.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;That's us, Johnny Cash and Elvis&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/23690606-114253617167385151?l=jiastellio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/feeds/114253617167385151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23690606&amp;postID=114253617167385151&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114253617167385151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114253617167385151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/2006/03/jl-and-me.html' title='JL and Me'/><author><name>Steliano Ponticos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02644725954381950042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23690606.post-114252969715400769</id><published>2006-03-16T17:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-16T17:21:37.163Z</updated><title type='text'>...Drumroll Please...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5068/884/1600/stelvis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5068/884/400/stelvis.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to do this doll for the first one when I spotted the hairstyle, but now I find out &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;conveniently&lt;/span&gt; that Steli likes Elvis so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Olivia Productions is proud to present...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;STELVIS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23690606-114252969715400769?l=jiastellio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/feeds/114252969715400769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23690606&amp;postID=114252969715400769&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114252969715400769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114252969715400769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/2006/03/drumroll-please.html' title='...Drumroll Please...'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014351759393921274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XQ37S-vQmHM/TsVt2ZWXtTI/AAAAAAAAA-s/1csMAw7tmXI/s220/DSC_0288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23690606.post-114248047353658359</id><published>2006-03-16T03:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-16T03:41:13.546Z</updated><title type='text'>101 Despair</title><content type='html'>Like 5 houres ago. Gabi was enjoying plum jam in his friend's house. Now he is stuck in a torpedo tube, with a torpedo dripping hot oil next to him. And did I mention the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He banged on the door until his hands hurt...it was hopeless. What could he do. He just sat there...he felt the sub subermge and start moving. Were they going to forget him. No way, he's a navigator, they need him. It was so long, he just fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time later, the door cracked, a light came into his eyes. He opened them and saw: Lucrezia &amp;amp; Suzanna...he didn't know if he was supposed to be afraid, angry, or happy. "What are you doing here?" he said ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23690606-114248047353658359?l=jiastellio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/feeds/114248047353658359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23690606&amp;postID=114248047353658359&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114248047353658359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114248047353658359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/2006/03/101-despair.html' title='101 Despair'/><author><name>Steliano Ponticos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02644725954381950042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23690606.post-114244242571828277</id><published>2006-03-15T16:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-15T17:07:05.720Z</updated><title type='text'>101 Captain Percy</title><content type='html'>Gabi enters the Bridge and slautes Captain Percy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir, GD reporting to duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ease, salior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabi stands at ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GD, I want you to go down to the torpedo tubes and help McKay in cleanup.  There was a little spill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cursing in his head, Gabi salutes the captain and walks down the hall, down the satirs to the topedo room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On his way he grabs a mop and some towels.  Asks himself why he always get the crap jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stops, and looks around.  Where is everyone?  Why is the door locked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He drops the mop, and tries to open the door.  He turns the wheel lock, but its stuck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What da F^%k!  Bloody door...did Mckay lock himself in.  Why is the door hot...how come he can't hear anyone inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this some kind of joke....he bangs on the door.  Yelling at Mckay or anyone.  To open the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He runs to the telephone, Captain there is something wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23690606-114244242571828277?l=jiastellio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/feeds/114244242571828277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23690606&amp;postID=114244242571828277&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114244242571828277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114244242571828277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/2006/03/101-captain-percy.html' title='101 Captain Percy'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03235981849108305967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23690606.post-114243138011367092</id><published>2006-03-15T13:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-15T14:03:00.120Z</updated><title type='text'>101 Duty Calls</title><content type='html'>...swing him back round to the dockside so he can return to the Sub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once on  board, he puts everything back into his foot locker.  A quick pause as he considers his gift, wondering what it is, but with typical military discipline now that he's back at work, he reaches up to his top bunk and tucks it under his  pillow.  He will check it out before lights out tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And off to the bridge to report for duty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23690606-114243138011367092?l=jiastellio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/feeds/114243138011367092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23690606&amp;postID=114243138011367092&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114243138011367092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114243138011367092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/2006/03/101-duty-calls.html' title='101 Duty Calls'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014351759393921274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XQ37S-vQmHM/TsVt2ZWXtTI/AAAAAAAAA-s/1csMAw7tmXI/s220/DSC_0288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23690606.post-114237467298917874</id><published>2006-03-14T22:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-14T22:17:52.996Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.GRAFFITI-CREATOR.US/created/1407355.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 538px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px" height="105" alt="" src="http://www.GRAFFITI-CREATOR.US/created/1407355.gif" 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/23690606-114237467298917874?l=jiastellio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/feeds/114237467298917874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23690606&amp;postID=114237467298917874&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114237467298917874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114237467298917874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03235981849108305967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23690606.post-114236116208069171</id><published>2006-03-14T18:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-14T18:32:42.090Z</updated><title type='text'>101 Gabi goes to sub</title><content type='html'>when Gabi looks over at the wall, he notices the time on the clock.  He stands up and says OH CRAP.  He's got 10 minutes to get to thje sub.  They toss the gift to him, he grabs some food, Lus dad grabs the car keys.  They rush out the door, jump into the car and...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23690606-114236116208069171?l=jiastellio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/feeds/114236116208069171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23690606&amp;postID=114236116208069171&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114236116208069171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114236116208069171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/2006/03/101-gabi-goes-to-sub.html' title='101 Gabi goes to sub'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03235981849108305967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23690606.post-114229412368953779</id><published>2006-03-13T23:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-13T23:57:05.313Z</updated><title type='text'>Olivia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43332950@N00/112170361/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/44/112170361_d5186c2a3f_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It turns out I am not the only clubber here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23690606-114229412368953779?l=jiastellio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/feeds/114229412368953779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23690606&amp;postID=114229412368953779&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114229412368953779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114229412368953779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/2006/03/olivia.html' title='Olivia'/><author><name>Steliano Ponticos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02644725954381950042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23690606.post-114229258828736193</id><published>2006-03-13T23:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-13T23:29:48.286Z</updated><title type='text'>101 dinner (finaly)</title><content type='html'>the girls tiptoe downstairs and place the gift on the table.  The table is laden with chicken and pasta.  There is jello pudding for dessert, a bottle of red wine sits on the table.  Lus mom calls everyone to dinner, and everyone piles into the dinning room to grab a seat...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23690606-114229258828736193?l=jiastellio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/feeds/114229258828736193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23690606&amp;postID=114229258828736193&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114229258828736193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114229258828736193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/2006/03/101-dinner-finaly.html' title='101 dinner (finaly)'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03235981849108305967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23690606.post-114229143144844302</id><published>2006-03-13T23:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-13T23:12:03.410Z</updated><title type='text'>Jia Li</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43332950@N00/112152484/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/48/112152484_95bea7cf5b_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In a Korean theme. Look for the cat..&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23690606-114229143144844302?l=jiastellio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/feeds/114229143144844302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23690606&amp;postID=114229143144844302&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114229143144844302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114229143144844302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/2006/03/jia-li_13.html' title='Jia Li'/><author><name>Steliano Ponticos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02644725954381950042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23690606.post-114228091477515714</id><published>2006-03-13T20:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-13T20:15:14.783Z</updated><title type='text'>Dream in Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5068/884/1600/blue-sea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5068/884/400/blue-sea.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know that Blue is a romantic at heart, a bit of a poet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is finding inspiration by the sea.  It doesn't show up too well, but above her head is a little dove with the words "We love peace".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23690606-114228091477515714?l=jiastellio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/feeds/114228091477515714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23690606&amp;postID=114228091477515714&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114228091477515714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114228091477515714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/2006/03/dream-in-blue.html' title='Dream in Blue'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014351759393921274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XQ37S-vQmHM/TsVt2ZWXtTI/AAAAAAAAA-s/1csMAw7tmXI/s220/DSC_0288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23690606.post-114227949707369352</id><published>2006-03-13T19:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-13T20:16:30.446Z</updated><title type='text'>Student Jia Li</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5068/884/1600/mich%20uni.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5068/884/400/mich%20uni.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mich and I often agree that we are both preppy, so here she is doing the librarian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, it is autumn - she has just arrived home from university for the Thanksgiving holiday, and is saying hello to Smokie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23690606-114227949707369352?l=jiastellio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/feeds/114227949707369352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23690606&amp;postID=114227949707369352&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114227949707369352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114227949707369352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/2006/03/student-jia-li.html' title='Student Jia Li'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014351759393921274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XQ37S-vQmHM/TsVt2ZWXtTI/AAAAAAAAA-s/1csMAw7tmXI/s220/DSC_0288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23690606.post-114226168601184888</id><published>2006-03-13T14:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-13T14:54:46.923Z</updated><title type='text'>stelli goes to school</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1693/895/1600/steli%20doll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1693/895/320/steli%20doll.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my version of Stelli on his way to school!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23690606-114226168601184888?l=jiastellio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/feeds/114226168601184888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23690606&amp;postID=114226168601184888&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114226168601184888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114226168601184888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/2006/03/stelli-goes-to-school.html' title='stelli goes to school'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03235981849108305967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23690606.post-114221233978644941</id><published>2006-03-13T00:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-13T20:18:31.606Z</updated><title type='text'>Jello Dolls:  Jazzy Steli</title><content type='html'>JL has assigned the project of doll making.  She has made Blue and me, and I'm making Steli and Jia Li.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5068/884/1600/steli-jazz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5068/884/400/steli-jazz.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tonight I have created Steli.  It was a challenge, but ultimately fun.  There were so many jeans to choose from, I couldn't stop changing them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Laid-back Steli going to the Jazz Bar, in casual designer togs&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/23690606-114221233978644941?l=jiastellio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/feeds/114221233978644941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23690606&amp;postID=114221233978644941&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114221233978644941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114221233978644941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/2006/03/jello-dolls-jazzy-steli.html' title='Jello Dolls:  Jazzy Steli'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014351759393921274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XQ37S-vQmHM/TsVt2ZWXtTI/AAAAAAAAA-s/1csMAw7tmXI/s220/DSC_0288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23690606.post-114221135006515547</id><published>2006-03-13T00:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-13T00:55:50.073Z</updated><title type='text'>101 in the bedroom</title><content type='html'>the girls were giggling up in Lucs room.  They were making a special good bye gift for Gabi.  They worked hard on it, they only had little time to make it.  They didn't know he was coming today.  Suz had dashed out while he was cornered by Uncle F in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ran to the store and got a box full of his fave candy and chocolate and Lucs had printed out some family pics from their computer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they were wrapping as fast as they could, they wanted to surpise gabi before he whent away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23690606-114221135006515547?l=jiastellio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/feeds/114221135006515547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23690606&amp;postID=114221135006515547&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114221135006515547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114221135006515547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/2006/03/101-in-bedroom.html' title='101 in the bedroom'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03235981849108305967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23690606.post-114220844136264473</id><published>2006-03-12T23:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-13T00:07:21.370Z</updated><title type='text'>101 Paradise</title><content type='html'>Gabi felt like so many things had changed since he was last here. Suzanna has grown so much and turned into this kind of child prodigy! Good old Fred was about to get Married to someone he had just met. For a few moments, he was a bit depressed, so he did what he always does in such situations, he opened his bag, took out the toasts -from the submarine- and asked Lucs for some of her mom's legendary Plum Jam. As soon as Lucrezia got it for him he started slashing away like a crazy Samurai at the plum jam sandwiches he made...Lucrezia saw him and thought "Yep, that's Gabi Delmar indeed" and she left him and went to play with Suzanna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point Mrs Robinson, left the place kind of quickly. Gabi thought she reminded him of someone he once saw on a submarine trip. Funny.., he thought, while eating a sandwich and looking out the window at the rain -he really liked to watch the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Gabi was having his favourite plum jam, watching the rain at Lucs' parents' which he had known since he was a kid...something like the perfect vacation. But what were Lucrezia and Suzanna up to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ok, we have great characters and a setting : Let the adventures begin! (I vote)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23690606-114220844136264473?l=jiastellio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/feeds/114220844136264473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23690606&amp;postID=114220844136264473&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114220844136264473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114220844136264473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/2006/03/101-paradise.html' title='101 Paradise'/><author><name>Steliano Ponticos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02644725954381950042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23690606.post-114220375540869159</id><published>2006-03-12T22:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-12T22:49:15.416Z</updated><title type='text'>the Jello Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1693/895/1600/roommaker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1693/895/320/roommaker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Its the J E L L O house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia up on the top floor, Stelli is at the DVD player, O and Blue are enjoying some eats while Jiggles the J E L L O mascot looks on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23690606-114220375540869159?l=jiastellio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/feeds/114220375540869159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23690606&amp;postID=114220375540869159&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114220375540869159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114220375540869159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/2006/03/jello-room.html' title='the Jello Room'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03235981849108305967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23690606.post-114220303280841200</id><published>2006-03-12T22:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-12T22:37:12.823Z</updated><title type='text'>101 Uncle Fred and Mrs. Robi...</title><content type='html'>They opened the door, warm heat hit them right away, they pulled off their boots, amazingly they found &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;uncle Fred&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, along with another lady, back from his trip to the north. He’s been sent to inspect his companie’s external branch for some financial difficulties there, where he met &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mrs. Robinson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in his director’s office for some privet business. She’s a mid old lady, blond hair, abit of an irish accent and a hidden snobbish attitude; you won’t feel liking her for your 1st impression. Something deep inside would tell you that her story about her late husband’s death is not true. Something fishy is going on through out the details. Even her laugh might get you sick, especially when she’s deeply drunk!&lt;br /&gt;But above all, looks like she’s already affected uncle fred with her charm to the extend he’s thinking of marrige after 2 weeks of knowing each other only!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23690606-114220303280841200?l=jiastellio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/feeds/114220303280841200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23690606&amp;postID=114220303280841200&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114220303280841200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114220303280841200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/2006/03/101-uncle-fred-and-mrs-robi.html' title='101 Uncle Fred and Mrs. Robi...'/><author><name>Lasto-adri *Blue*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v733/bluelue/shadow_03.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23690606.post-114219795399847945</id><published>2006-03-12T20:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-12T21:12:34.006Z</updated><title type='text'>101 candy shop</title><content type='html'>So they pop over to the candy shop and marvel at the chocolate fountain in the window, the white spinned candy floss mountains, the sugar cookie train on a licourice track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzanna points to the candy corn bin, boy does she love candied pop corn...there are so many kinds, cheese flavoured corn, sour cream, spicy chili, ketchup and many more.  Suzana dashes over to grab a few bags of her favoits while Lus heads over to the chocolate bar to grab some delish dark chocolate and Gabi heads for the crisps, he has be jonesing for sour cream crisps since they had left France.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they got their stuff, payed for it and headed out, the sun had been covered in great dark rolling clouds, the winds had turned south towards them and were bringing a nippy cold gust.  Rain began to patter down.  They turned and looked at each other.  Smile when Lus said, we better make a run for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabi pulled his backpack on, grabbed his crisps and dashed after Lus and Suz, pass the pub, up the stairs, over the footbridge over the busy street below.  The rain hit harder and harder, and then "boom" the heavens opened and the rain poured like water from a faucet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were getting soaked as the ran for Lus door, just around the bend, though the park and then after the park gate, they turned left and lucs door was within reach.   They slowed a bit, hey they were wet anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughing as they reached for the door, shaking their heads like dogs, water spinning off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They opened the door, warm heat hit them right away, they pulled off their boots....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23690606-114219795399847945?l=jiastellio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/feeds/114219795399847945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23690606&amp;postID=114219795399847945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114219795399847945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114219795399847945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/2006/03/101-candy-shop.html' title='101 candy shop'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03235981849108305967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23690606.post-114219610223172310</id><published>2006-03-12T20:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-12T20:41:42.236Z</updated><title type='text'>101 Book Review</title><content type='html'>...my goodness hasn't she grown since I saw her last!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said to her with a big wink as he ruffled the top of her hair, "Well well well, what happened to the little Suzana I used to know?"&lt;br /&gt;Aside to Lucrezia with mock seriousness, "What a fine young lady this is!"&lt;br /&gt;Back to Suzana, "And how many admirers do you have at school now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzana said with a shy smile, "None yet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucrezia added, "Nope, and that is because she spends too much time with her little nose buried in books she shouldn't even know about yet!"&lt;br /&gt;Turning to Suzana, Lucs said, "Tell Gabi what you're reading at the moment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her face brightened.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yes:  Mrs Dalloway.  Lucs, your name is in there and it's the second time I've ever seen it.  My Mum said that your Mum was reading that book when she had you, and that's why you got the name?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucrezia nodded, rolled her eyes, and said that all her siblings had novel names thanks to her Mum's reading habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabi laughed and suggested they go round the corner to the tuck shop for some sweet treats before dinner...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23690606-114219610223172310?l=jiastellio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/feeds/114219610223172310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23690606&amp;postID=114219610223172310&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114219610223172310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114219610223172310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/2006/03/101-book-review.html' title='101 Book Review'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014351759393921274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XQ37S-vQmHM/TsVt2ZWXtTI/AAAAAAAAA-s/1csMAw7tmXI/s220/DSC_0288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23690606.post-114219322379307068</id><published>2006-03-12T19:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-12T19:53:43.800Z</updated><title type='text'>101 Suzana...</title><content type='html'>Hay O, Slo and Mich…. So happy to give u my 1st shot in the 101 novel ;) ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They continue shopping and walk off in the direction of Lucs house in the south end of the city when they ran into Suzana. A cute little 10 year old girl who is quit funny, but sadly she suffers some sort of a dis-ability in her right leg. That’s why Lucrezia likes to take good care of her. So Gabriel thought…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23690606-114219322379307068?l=jiastellio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/feeds/114219322379307068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23690606&amp;postID=114219322379307068&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114219322379307068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114219322379307068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/2006/03/101-suzana.html' title='101 Suzana...'/><author><name>Lasto-adri *Blue*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v733/bluelue/shadow_03.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23690606.post-114202236953851177</id><published>2006-03-10T20:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-10T20:26:09.546Z</updated><title type='text'>101 Lucrezia</title><content type='html'>Oh Hi Lucrezia, where ya come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I was just passing bye and seen you sleeping on the table.  Rough day, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, really bad.  Banged my head a bit, didn't eat much breakffast, ate too much food here.  Anyway, how you doin'?  Havn't seen you fur the longest time.  How's your parents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's pretty good but Dad's in the Hospital again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, what happened this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran into the house on is motorbike.  Were a cursed family I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GD nodds and sipps his coffee.  Pushes his food aside and calls the waitress over so he can pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lucs(his nickname for Lucrezia) got anything planned today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going over to the market, fancy coming.  She stands up and gets ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shure, why not.  I got nothing to do and a few hours to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they gather there things and head out the door, chatting about Gabi's travels and Lucs crazy family.  After a short walk they arrive to the market and Lucs wanders over to the veggie stall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay Gabi?  You want to have supper with us tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh come on.  You, me, mom...maybe dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it would be nice to have some of ur moms plum jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You still like that stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothin like plum jam on bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its settled.  Dinner at my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at yours and maybe a pint at O'Connells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, grand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They continue shopping and walk off in the direction of Lucs house in the south end of the city. ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23690606-114202236953851177?l=jiastellio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/feeds/114202236953851177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23690606&amp;postID=114202236953851177&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114202236953851177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114202236953851177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/2006/03/101-lucrezia.html' title='101 Lucrezia'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03235981849108305967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23690606.post-114202162296937678</id><published>2006-03-10T19:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-10T20:13:42.976Z</updated><title type='text'>101 Surprise</title><content type='html'>as he gazed out the window, his vision of passers-by blurred into one big flow of colours in the street. He seemed to enjoy that picture and just watched it very comfortably when out of the river of anonymous people a girl's face stood out: "wazzup Gabi", the mermaid flying outside the window called at him. He invited the mermaid in, but instead she flew inside and pulled him out of his seat and took him for a flight over Portsmouth. "Who are you, and do you think you're Superman to take me for a flight over the city?", he exclamed. To which the mermaid answered, "my name is Sharon Stoned and I'm not superman you loser".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Sharon Stoned was very mad at him, she started flying very fast and scaring him, pretending shw would drop him and she really did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She really did and that was precisely when his old, old friend Lucrezia patted on his shoulder to wake him up from his embarassing sleep on the restaurant table....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23690606-114202162296937678?l=jiastellio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/feeds/114202162296937678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23690606&amp;postID=114202162296937678&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114202162296937678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114202162296937678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/2006/03/101-surprise.html' title='101 Surprise'/><author><name>Steliano Ponticos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02644725954381950042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23690606.post-114201435427596208</id><published>2006-03-10T18:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-10T18:12:34.286Z</updated><title type='text'>101 Port of Call</title><content type='html'>So, Gabi stepped off the gangplank with his bag slung over his shoulder.  He stretched his legs as he breathed in the flat scent of the air coming off the land, mingled with the salty fishy smell of the docks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, where to go?  He settled on finding a nice little cafe so he could have a good English fryup, better than all the toast in his bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walked up a couple of crooked streets, swaggering as ladies young and old looked at his uniform with admiration and children gaped at him in awe - instead of being all cramped up on the sub. &lt;br /&gt;Soon he came upon just the greasy spoon he was looking for.  He plopped down at a table and ordered: &lt;br /&gt;1) a fried egg, sunny side up&lt;br /&gt;2) 2 sausages&lt;br /&gt;3) baked beans&lt;br /&gt;4) a fried tomato&lt;br /&gt;5) fried mushrooms&lt;br /&gt;6) 2 hash browns&lt;br /&gt;7) a rack of HOT buttered TOAST&lt;br /&gt;8) a pot of steaming coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Gabi tucked in with gusto!  When he'd sopped up every drop of grease, he mopped his mouth, stretched his legs out under the table, and settled in with his last cup of coffee as he gazed out the window at the passers-by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23690606-114201435427596208?l=jiastellio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/feeds/114201435427596208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23690606&amp;postID=114201435427596208&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114201435427596208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114201435427596208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/2006/03/101-port-of-call.html' title='101 Port of Call'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014351759393921274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XQ37S-vQmHM/TsVt2ZWXtTI/AAAAAAAAA-s/1csMAw7tmXI/s220/DSC_0288.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23690606.post-114196065349545399</id><published>2006-03-10T03:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-10T03:17:33.506Z</updated><title type='text'>101 portsmouth</title><content type='html'>his insides were shaking like jello, he could not wait to be on dry land.  He would dash off that bridge and kiss the dry land, maybe take in a Curry and a good movie.  Yup, that sounded good.  Take some time off, walk, relax....but who knows how long they could be in port.  A few hours, just enough time to load food and supplies to suberge  into the icy depths, on their way, crossing the Atlantic...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23690606-114196065349545399?l=jiastellio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/feeds/114196065349545399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23690606&amp;postID=114196065349545399&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114196065349545399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114196065349545399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/2006/03/101-portsmouth.html' title='101 portsmouth'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03235981849108305967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23690606.post-114195284499019241</id><published>2006-03-10T01:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-10T01:07:25.013Z</updated><title type='text'>101 here we are</title><content type='html'>When the captain announed on the sound system that the sub will be surfacing in 15 minutes. Everyone finished their breakfast, but Gabi was very hungry. All the others went to their cabins and started packing and he just sat there eating and eating. People actually started making fun of him, so he stopped and went to his room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sub had surfaced and was approaching to port. He checked one last time that he had packed all the toast left on the tables in his bag and just waited as the buildings looked closer and closer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, we've done a good job defining the character. He is lazy and eats a lot. He likes being on a break. Wonder who that reminds me of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23690606-114195284499019241?l=jiastellio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/feeds/114195284499019241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23690606&amp;postID=114195284499019241&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114195284499019241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114195284499019241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/2006/03/101-here-we-are.html' title='101 here we are'/><author><name>Steliano Ponticos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02644725954381950042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23690606.post-114193885085126189</id><published>2006-03-09T21:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-09T21:14:10.860Z</updated><title type='text'>101 breki</title><content type='html'>and off he whent to Breakfast.  Still being a bit tired, he banged his head on the hatches and tried to remind himself that this is a Sub, so he has to get used to bending over and walking along.  After a short walk through, he arrived at the Mess and decided to get some toast.  He hoped that the still had bread to toast, becase they have not been to port for a few weeks.  Soon the would be docking in the Port of Portsmouth.   There they would get more supplies for their journey across the atlantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he got his orange juice and peice of toast and sat down a table when....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23690606-114193885085126189?l=jiastellio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/feeds/114193885085126189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23690606&amp;postID=114193885085126189&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114193885085126189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114193885085126189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/2006/03/101-breki.html' title='101 breki'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03235981849108305967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23690606.post-114193130013173183</id><published>2006-03-09T18:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-09T19:08:20.156Z</updated><title type='text'>101 days</title><content type='html'>If you don't mind, O and JL, I will start this one. I gave it a kind of discombobulated start, but I count on us to make it worthy of JELLO  -I will be back within 4 houres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gabriel Delmar, &lt;/strong&gt;the hero of our story, woke up to the noise the other sailors made. As he opened his eyes, he felt lighter than usual. This was his 100th day working as a submarine technician. This meant that, in 24 houres, his tour would be over and he would return to the surface. Not that he didn't like his work, but after 101 days, you get to miss the open air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got dressed and left his cabin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23690606-114193130013173183?l=jiastellio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/feeds/114193130013173183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23690606&amp;postID=114193130013173183&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114193130013173183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114193130013173183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/2006/03/101-days.html' title='101 days'/><author><name>Steliano Ponticos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02644725954381950042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23690606.post-114185731999749348</id><published>2006-03-08T22:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-08T22:35:20.006Z</updated><title type='text'>firsts</title><content type='html'>Were to begin, well maybe with a welcome.  To make it fare to you two.  I will get out the handy dandy Word book, flick it open to any page to pick out my word.  Wich is impugn...um what is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impugn: express doubts about the truth or honesty of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go.&lt;br /&gt;Julia was impugn over Sams apparent knowledge of a flying horse.  There are no such things as flying horses.  Only in dreams...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23690606-114185731999749348?l=jiastellio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/feeds/114185731999749348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23690606&amp;postID=114185731999749348&amp;isPopup=true' title='37 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114185731999749348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23690606/posts/default/114185731999749348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiastellio.blogspot.com/2006/03/firsts.html' title='firsts'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03235981849108305967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry></feed>
