<?xml version='1.0' encoding='utf-8' ?>
<atomStream><!-- since=0 -->
<time>1219987460</time>
<feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:idx="urn:atom-extension:indexing" idx:index="no">
 <title type='text'>Devious Thoughts</title>
 <link href="http://isista.livejournal.com/" />
 <link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://isista.livejournal.com/data/atom" />
 <author><name>isista</name></author>
<entry>
<title>Colours!</title>
<link href='http://isista.livejournal.com/22898.html' />
<published>2008-08-29T05:24:19</published>
<updated>2008-08-29T05:24:19</updated>
<content type='html'>
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;When I&amp;nbsp;want to put myself in a better mood, I&amp;nbsp;surround myself with colour. Bright, pretty colours, and I&amp;nbsp;don&apos;t care if they don&apos;t go together. I&amp;nbsp;decided to be goofy and random and take pictures -- since I&amp;nbsp;am a camera whore. I&amp;nbsp;may not like the way I&amp;nbsp;look in them, but the colours make me happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;width: 289px; height: 139px;&quot; alt=&quot;154&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/isista/pic/0000xqrs/s320x240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;don&apos;t know what it is; I&amp;nbsp;suppose it&apos;s just the kid in me :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
</content>
<category term='random' />
</entry>
</feed>
<feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' >
 <title type='text'>Dragonspam: Post your dragcave eggs and hatchlings</title>
 <link href="http://community.livejournal.com/dragonspam/" />
 <link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://community.livejournal.com/dragonspam/data/atom" />
 <author><name>Dragonspam: Post your dragcave eggs and hatchlings</name></author>
<entry>
<title></title>
<link href='http://community.livejournal.com/dragonspam/6097884.html' />
<published>2008-08-29T05:24:20</published>
<updated>2008-08-29T05:24:20</updated>
<content type='html'>
&lt;br /&gt;I feel peckish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: smaller;&quot;&gt;+ I&apos;ll have four wings to go with some girly-vibes on the side +&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://dragcave.net/viewdragon/ubed&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;Adopt one today!&quot; style=&quot;border-width: 0pt;&quot; src=&quot;http://dragcave.net/image/ubed.gif&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; $&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href=&quot;http://dragcave.net/viewdragon/enXD&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;Adopt one today!&quot; style=&quot;border-width: 0pt;&quot; src=&quot;http://dragcave.net/image/enXD.gif&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://dragcave.ath.cx/user/zorinis&quot;&gt;My scroll&lt;/a&gt;, if that&apos;s how you roll. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks in advance for your help! I really appreciate your clicks tonight. &lt;br /&gt;
</content>
</entry>
</feed>
<time>1219987461</time>
<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:default="http://www.sixapart.com/ns/atom/privacy" xml:lang="en">
  <link xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" href="http://nyxc.vox.com/library/posts/atom.xml" type="application/atom+xml"/>
  <link xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="alternate" href="http://nyxc.vox.com/" type="text/html"/>
  <title xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">Nyx.</title>
  <entry xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:default="http://www.sixapart.com/ns/atom/privacy">
    <id xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">tag:vox.com,2008-08-29:asset-6a0100a7f64b20000e00fa9695eb700003</id>
    <title xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">seriously fucking tired.</title>
    <published xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2008-08-29T05:24:20Z</published>
    <updated xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2008-08-29T05:24:20Z</updated>
    <link xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="alternate" href="http://nyxc.vox.com/library/post/seriously-fucking-tired.html" title="seriously fucking tired." type="text/html"/>
    <privacy xmlns="http://www.sixapart.com/ns/atom/privacy">
      <allow xmlns="http://www.sixapart.com/ns/atom/privacy" policy="http://www.sixapart.com/ns/atom/permissions#read" name="Everyone" ref="http://www.sixapart.com/ns/atom/groups#everyone"/>
    </privacy>
    <link xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="alternate" href="http://www.vox.com/services/atom/svc=asset/6p0100a7f64b20000e/6a0100a7f64b20000e00fa9695eb700003" type="application/atom+xml"/>
    <link xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="replies" href="http://www.vox.com/services/atom/svc=comment/xid=6a0100a7f64b20000e00fa9695eb700003" type="application/atom+xml"/>
    <author xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">
      <name xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">Nyx.</name>
      <uri xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">http://nyxc.vox.com/</uri>
    </author>
    <content xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: smaller"&gt;Have you ever been so tired you just want to stop?&lt;br /&gt;And not stop, like drop that incredible book you had been reading for the past three hours and go take a nap, only to be dreaming of the outcome, &lt;br /&gt;but to just really&amp;#160;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;sit still.&lt;br /&gt;your thoughts cease to flow&lt;br /&gt;and your &lt;span style="COLOR: #000080"&gt;&lt;em&gt;free&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;emo as it sounds, its happening to me&lt;br /&gt;but sweet slumber wont take over me &lt;em&gt;just yet&lt;/em&gt;,&amp;#160;much to my dismay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
  </entry>
</feed>
<time>1219987462</time>
<feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' >
 <title type='text'>double_wow</title>
 <link href="http://double-wow.livejournal.com/" />
 <link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://double-wow.livejournal.com/data/atom" />
 <author><name>double_wow</name></author>
<entry>
<title></title>
<link href='http://double-wow.livejournal.com/3934.html' />
<published>2008-08-29T05:24:21</published>
<updated>2008-08-29T05:24:21</updated>
<content type='html'>
отключили воду...с самого утра...я даже умытся не могу...аааааааа...не то чтобы на улицу выйти...ККККССССОООО!!!!
</content>
<category term='бытовухв' />
</entry>
</feed>
<feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:idx="urn:atom-extension:indexing" idx:index="no">
 <title type='text'>...the diary of a confused teen...</title>
 <link href="http://x3sweet-lullaby.livejournal.com/" />
 <link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://x3sweet-lullaby.livejournal.com/data/atom" />
 <author><name>x3sweet_lullaby</name></author>
<entry>
<title>drama.</title>
<link href='http://x3sweet-lullaby.livejournal.com/38136.html' />
<published>2008-08-29T05:24:21</published>
<updated>2008-08-29T05:24:21</updated>
<content type='html'>
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium&quot;&gt;Fuck drama.&amp;nbsp;I hate it. And&amp;nbsp;I hate all you fucking retards that keep it going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck. You.&lt;/span&gt;
</content>
</entry>
</feed>
<feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' >
 <title type='text'>Jrock Yaoi</title>
 <link href="http://community.livejournal.com/jrockyaoi/" />
 <link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://community.livejournal.com/jrockyaoi/data/atom" />
 <author><name>J-rock Yaoi</name></author>
<entry>
<title>A Prelude of Light and Darkness 24/? Tora/Uruha</title>
<link href='http://community.livejournal.com/jrockyaoi/4807287.html' />
<published>2008-08-29T05:24:21</published>
<updated>2008-08-29T05:24:21</updated>
<content type='html'>
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;A Prelude of Light and Darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author&lt;/strong&gt;: urulover_426&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part:&lt;/strong&gt; 24/?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bands:&lt;/strong&gt; The GazettE, Alice Nine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Genre:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Humor, Romance, Mystery, Action, and of course SMUT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Warnings:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; None for this chapter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;I would love to say that I own them, but no such luck.&amp;nbsp; They belong to themselves, and I am not making money off of them.&amp;nbsp; I am just merely writing about them, and I want to share.&amp;nbsp; This is a work of fiction and any similarities to names and places are purely coincidental.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;PG to NC-17 depending on the chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pairing:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Tora/Uruha,&amp;nbsp; Aoi/Uruha (one-sided), mentions of Ruki/Shou.&amp;nbsp; There will be other pairings along&amp;nbsp;the way as well.&amp;nbsp; Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Everyone said the venue was cursed, but that was years ago.&amp;nbsp; When the accidents start happening again, it&apos;s up them to find out who&apos;s behind it...before someone gets killed.&amp;nbsp; Along the way, Uruha meets a dark stranger...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read More
</content>
</entry>
</feed>
<feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' >
 <title type='text'>Want. Take. Have</title>
 <link href="http://community.livejournal.com/we_want_icons/" />
 <link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://community.livejournal.com/we_want_icons/data/atom" />
 <author><name>random icons</name></author>
<entry>
<title></title>
<link href='http://community.livejournal.com/we_want_icons/341595.html' />
<published>2008-08-29T05:24:20</published>
<updated>2008-08-29T05:24:20</updated>
<content type='html'>
[1] Keira Knightley &lt;br /&gt;[2] Alicia Keys &lt;br /&gt;[3] Madonna &lt;br /&gt;[5] Mandy Moore &lt;br /&gt;[6] Britney Spears &lt;br /&gt;[6] Rihanna &lt;br /&gt;[6] Emma Watson &lt;br /&gt;[8] Fergie &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teasers: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i83/anakagome/Facute%20de%20mine/Avatare/bcgfh.png&quot; /&gt; &lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i83/anakagome/Facute%20de%20mine/Avatare/vbct.png&quot; /&gt; &lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i83/anakagome/Facute%20de%20mine/Avatare/vnhhy7.png&quot; /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://anakg.livejournal.com/7214.html&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;anakg&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://anakg.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://anakg.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;anakg&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
</content>
</entry>
</feed>
<feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:idx="urn:atom-extension:indexing" idx:index="no">
 <title type='text'>pup ajax</title>
 <link href="http://pup-ajax.livejournal.com/" />
 <link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pup-ajax.livejournal.com/data/atom" />
 <author><name>Pup Ajax</name></author>
<entry>
<title>365 Days / Day 262</title>
<link href='http://pup-ajax.livejournal.com/839153.html' />
<published>2008-08-29T05:24:21</published>
<updated>2008-08-29T05:24:21</updated>
<content type='html'>
&lt;div style=&quot;float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/puppyboysukk/2808046502/&quot; title=&quot;photo sharing&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3173/2808046502_394589c740_m.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; style=&quot;border: solid 2px #000000;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/puppyboysukk/2808046502/&quot;&gt;365 Days / Day 262&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/people/puppyboysukk/&quot;&gt;pup ajax&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;big&gt;SING-A-LONG &quot;LITTLE MERMAID&quot;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spike went with me to see the sing-a-long version of Disney&apos;s &quot;The Little Mermaid&quot; Thursday evening at the Castro theatre. We had a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were so many great costumes from both kids and adults alike. Here I am with &quot;Sebastian the Crab&quot; and &quot;Ariel,&quot; who was visiting from Thailand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was made extra fun with a goody bag with included glow sticks, bubbles, confetti, clackers, a dinglehopper (fork), a crown, and a pearl necklace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People cheered at Prince Eric and Ariel, barked along with Max, and boo&apos;ed whenever Ursula the Sea Witch appeared. I was almost hoarse by the end of the movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08.28.08&lt;br clear=&quot;all&quot; /&gt;
</content>
</entry>
</feed>
<feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:idx="urn:atom-extension:indexing" idx:index="no">
 <title type='text'>Detoured On the road to Bliss</title>
 <link href="http://me-me-and-me.livejournal.com/" />
 <link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://me-me-and-me.livejournal.com/data/atom" />
 <author><name>me_me_and_me</name></author>
<entry>
<title></title>
<link href='http://me-me-and-me.livejournal.com/60262.html' />
<published>2008-08-29T05:24:22</published>
<updated>2008-08-29T05:24:22</updated>
<content type='html'>
I&apos;m feeling very confused lately. I thought I knew what I wanted but now I am not so sure. I mean, I know that certain core things haven&apos;t changed. But what has changed? What direction do I go? I have made it no secret that I would like to move out of Vegas. I&apos;d like to be able to live some place that is less desolate. I don&apos;t know though, I have been in the desert for almost 20 years now. I like the dry heat. I&apos;d like less of it but I like it better than I like the humidity so many other places seem to have so often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was up in WA I did slept with Alex and Becky because I wanted to be with Alex. Yes, I have always been curious about being with a woman, and about a threesome. But when you get right down to the truth of the matter, I did it so that I could be with Alex. He is what I wanted, not Becky. I think that I know too many negative things about her and their relationship. She was funny and I got along with her while I was there (before the sleeping together) but I had it in the back of my mind that I just had to get along with her for the good of the vacation and I am sure that she had it in the back of her head that she had to get along with me or Alex would be angry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like if Becky is serious about staying off the alcohol and about spending more quality time with the kids and maybe if I get to know the real Becky, the one beneath the wise cracks and masks that she wears, that I might like her as a person. For me that is very important. However, those are some big ifs. I can&apos;t make a decision based on fantasy. I can&apos;t make a decision based on what MIGHT happen. I have to have facts. I have to do what is right for my children and I can only do that by having all the details; by having certainties, not hopes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, many times in the past I have considered, thought about, researching, and otherwise pondered on the thought of a polyamorous relationship. I have always thought that the best possible relationship was one where I had the love and support of both a woman and a man. Do I believe that Alex could be that man? Yes. But, do I think Becky could be that woman? Not really no. I think that there would be a lot of jealousy and guilt trips. Do I think that I am a strong enough woman to be in that type of relationship and not have jealousy and guilt issues? I am not sure. And until I am sure, I do not think its a good idea of even try. There is a large disparity between the way I live my life, the way I parent my children, the way I want my children to grow up, and the way Becky lives here life, parents her children and wants her children to grow up. Do I think the polar opposites in those areas are something Becky and I can compromise and work through? I am not sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More importantly than all of that, I feel like I am being manipulated. Pushed in a direction that isn&apos;t the one truly wanted by any party involved. I know in my heart that I have to be who and what I am. I can&apos;t hide parts of myself. Not in my own home, not with the people that I am involved with on a personal level. Its hard enough for me to wear the masks for work and for the children sometimes. I mean, I know that my children can sense the changes in me. They can feel when I am trying hard to rein in my switching and how my feelings change from minute to minute. Its incredibly hard on Kaitlyn especially sometimes. However, I am what I am, I can not change that. All I can do is the best I can do with it. I accept that. I know when she is older she will understand that and accept it too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost a thought a few paragraphs back so let me reclaim it. I did what I did in WA for the happiness of the man I love. I did something for him that I knew he coveted deep into his soul. However, it was a one time thing. Is that really the way I want to live my whole life? Do I really want to do for someone else&apos;s happiness putting my comfort and happiness on the back burner? I accept that when I love someone I do that for them to a certain extent. However, do I want to make that the rule or the exception? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the bottom line for me is that I don&apos;t know what is real here. I don&apos;t know what Alex and Michael truly feel and want, nor what Becky truly feels and wants. I know what I want. I know that I would be very happy with Alex and Michael. JUST US. I know that he wants to move back to the desert and I have accepted that this is where I will stay for atleast another ten years unless there are drastic changes here that I do not have control over. I know that I could be happy somewhere else, away from the desert. Someplace like AZ or WA. However I have come to realize my happiness is directly linked to my children&apos;s happiness. I want them to be happy and healthy. Will they be happy and healthy with Alex in their life. I believe so. Will they be happy and healthy with Becky in their lives? I don&apos;t know because I don&apos;t know her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is the most frustrating part of all this. All the things I don&apos;t know. Then there are all the things here, all the problems I was running away from by going up to WA. I mean, there is still Rick and Vern here to think of. Both of them &quot;love me&quot; and &quot;want to spend the rest of their lives with me&quot;. I use quotation marks because how is it that they can feel the things they say they feel and yet do the things they do? And what do I feel for them? Oh that is the real question. How can I feel the things I do for Alex/Michael and still feel the things I do for Vern and Rick? For Vern I genuinely care but I do not love him in a man and wife till death do us part kind of way. I care for him as a friend. Its something he refuses to see. He feels that I never gave our relationship a chance, that there have always been other men and if I honestly tried without distraction that we would be very happy together. I know in my heart that is not true. We are at an impasse. While I can&apos;t imagine my life without his friendship in it, I know that at some point, maybe soon, that is going to be the reality. He is going to walk out of my life and I will have a huge hole and I will hurt immensely. Rick is much harder to categorize or figure out.
</content>
</entry>
</feed>
<feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:idx="urn:atom-extension:indexing" idx:index="no">
 <title type='text'>kommersant_id</title>
 <link href="http://kommersant-id.livejournal.com/" />
 <link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kommersant-id.livejournal.com/data/atom" />
 <author><name>kommersant_id</name></author>
<entry>
<title></title>
<link href='http://kommersant-id.livejournal.com/21796296.html' />
<published>2008-08-29T05:24:22</published>
<updated>2008-08-29T05:24:22</updated>
<content type='html'>
&lt;a href=&quot;http://kommersant.ru/doc.aspx?DocsID=1017500&amp;amp;ThemesID=301&quot;&gt;http://kommersant.ru/doc.aspx?DocsID=101&lt;wbr /&gt;7500&amp;ThemesID=301&lt;/a&gt;
</content>
</entry>
</feed>
<feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:idx="urn:atom-extension:indexing" idx:index="no">
 <title type='text'>I watch movies.</title>
 <link href="http://filmbuff.livejournal.com/" />
 <link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://filmbuff.livejournal.com/data/atom" />
 <author><name>CW</name></author>
<entry>
<title></title>
<link href='http://filmbuff.livejournal.com/740110.html' />
<published>2008-08-29T05:24:22</published>
<updated>2008-08-29T05:24:22</updated>
<content type='html'>
Back at work tonight. We&apos;re staying with my parents; we were planning on heading down to Ft. Collins this weekend for some family birthdays anyway, this just means we&apos;re extending our stay. Not sure how long for though, because the apartment complex called and said it will be Tuesday, not Monday, before we can move back in. Great.
</content>
<category term='flood (not the tmbg album)' />
</entry>
</feed>
<time>1219987463</time>
<feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' >
 <title type='text'>Брюзжание обо всем</title>
 <link href="http://vecchiardo.livejournal.com/" />
 <link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vecchiardo.livejournal.com/data/atom" />
 <author><name>vecchiardo</name></author>
<entry>
<title>Первый свадебный подарок</title>
<link href='http://vecchiardo.livejournal.com/34146.html' />
<published>2008-08-29T05:24:22</published>
<updated>2008-08-29T05:24:22</updated>
<content type='html'>
17 сентября. Турин. 1-й тур группового этапа ЛЧ. &quot;Ювентус&quot; - &quot;Зенит&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;Ну не чудо ли?&lt;br /&gt;По-моему, отличный свадебный подарок от УЕФА!&lt;br /&gt;А с учетом, что 6-й тур будет в Минске, то может получиться 5(!) из 6 матчей ЛЧ, который удастся посетить.&lt;br /&gt;Прекрасно. Это прекрасно!&lt;br /&gt;Forza Zenit!
</content>
<category term='футбол' />
</entry>
</feed>
<time>1219987464</time>
<feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' >
 <title type='text'>Дневник рафинированной филологессы! ;)</title>
 <link href="http://kenga1986.livejournal.com/" />
 <link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kenga1986.livejournal.com/data/atom" />
 <author><name>KENga</name></author>
<entry>
<title>Доброе утро!</title>
<link href='http://kenga1986.livejournal.com/340454.html' />
<published>2008-08-29T05:24:23</published>
<updated>2008-08-29T05:24:23</updated>
<content type='html'>
Обычно люблю пятницы. Как мини-празники, как начало мини-отпуска.&lt;br /&gt;А сегодня что-то так тухло...&lt;br /&gt;Опоздала сегодня на всё, что только могла.&lt;br /&gt;Легла с мокрой головой - проснулась с копной сена...&lt;br /&gt;почти так:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/kenga1986/pic/000cw6qr/s320x240&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Пришлось досушивать феном, который не переношу.&lt;br /&gt;Кошка три раза сделала мне подножку, один раз - удачно...&lt;br /&gt;Теперь хромаю. Изящненько так, на каблуках.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Хочу вечер. к Своим.&lt;br /&gt;чтобы уютно и покурить...&lt;br /&gt;и фотографировать - мой Друг со мной! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;а ещё, я сегодня красивая!&lt;br /&gt;угадайте, в чем я приду? &lt;br /&gt;ни за что не догадаетесь!&lt;br /&gt;они уже стали пылиться, несчастные.&lt;br /&gt;нужно придать им блеску... собой!&amp;nbsp;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;а ещё...&lt;br /&gt;Приходите сегодня, а?&amp;nbsp;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Клуб Podмосковье, 21:00, &amp;quot;Мёртвые дельфины&amp;quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Они замечательные!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
</content>
<category term='я' />
<category term='Мёртвые дельфины' />
<category term='фото' />
</entry>
</feed>
<feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' >
 <title type='text'>My Life</title>
 <link href="http://freefox.livejournal.com/" />
 <link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://freefox.livejournal.com/data/atom" />
 <author><name>freefox</name></author>
<entry>
<title>...</title>
<link href='http://freefox.livejournal.com/19055.html' />
<published>2008-08-29T05:24:24</published>
<updated>2008-08-29T05:24:24</updated>
<content type='html'>
So I&apos;m sure all of you who are interested have mentioned or have seen some part of Obama&apos;s speech tonight and I will at a hearty woot! also I will have to admit I&apos;ll be super happy to have the DNC over here so i don&apos;t have to sidestep traffic coming into work everyday :p. Today once again proved my Thursdays are bust theory and how... but it was fun. I leave work in like 30-45 min and Get to come home to a house full of furs so I&apos;ll probably see some of you there have a good night fur&apos;s it&apos;s going to be an interesting next few years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all FreeFox
</content>
</entry>
</feed>
<time>1219987465</time>
<feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' >
 <title type='text'>My Sentiments</title>
 <link href="http://liz-ruth.livejournal.com/" />
 <link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://liz-ruth.livejournal.com/data/atom" />
 <author><name>liz-ruth</name></author>
<entry>
<title></title>
<link href='http://liz-ruth.livejournal.com/3990.html' />
<published>2008-08-29T05:24:24</published>
<updated>2008-08-29T05:24:24</updated>
<content type='html'>
I need a big hug, and I need Philip to come back.
</content>
</entry>
</feed>
<time>1219987466</time>
<feed xmlns="http://purl.org/atom/ns#" xmlns:default="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml" xmlns:post="http://sixapart.com/atom/post#">
  <link xmlns="http://purl.org/atom/ns#" rel="alternate" href="http://akumar.typepad.com/contribute_website/" type="text/html"/>
  <link xmlns="http://purl.org/atom/ns#" rel="self" href="http://akumar.typepad.com/contribute_website/atom.xml" type="application/atom+xml"/>
  <title xmlns="http://purl.org/atom/ns#">Contribute_Website</title>
  <entry xmlns="http://purl.org/atom/ns#" xmlns:default="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml" xmlns:post="http://sixapart.com/atom/post#">
    <title xmlns="http://purl.org/atom/ns#">##TITLE##</title>
    <summary xmlns="http://purl.org/atom/ns#"></summary>
    <content xmlns="http://purl.org/atom/ns#" xmlns:default="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml" mode="xml">
      <div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">##CONTENT##</div>
    </content>
    <issued xmlns="http://purl.org/atom/ns#">1970-01-01T23:59:59+05:30</issued>
    <link xmlns="http://purl.org/atom/ns#" rel="alternate" href="http://akumar.typepad.com/contribute_website/1970/01/title-49.html" title="HTML" type="text/html"/>
    <id xmlns="http://purl.org/atom/ns#">tag:typepad.com,2003:post-54861280</id>
    <post:convertLineBreaks xmlns:post="http://sixapart.com/atom/post#">false</post:convertLineBreaks>
    <author xmlns="http://purl.org/atom/ns#">
      <name xmlns="http://purl.org/atom/ns#">akumar</name>
    </author>
  </entry>
</feed>
<feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' >
 <title type='text'>rayedraco</title>
 <link href="http://rayedraco.livejournal.com/" />
 <link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rayedraco.livejournal.com/data/atom" />
 <author><name>rayedraco</name></author>
<entry>
<title>I Don&apos;t Know?</title>
<link href='http://rayedraco.livejournal.com/763.html' />
<published>2008-08-29T05:24:25</published>
<updated>2008-08-29T05:24:25</updated>
<content type='html'>
&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve always tried to keep a journal, but it never worked. Either I get a book with a lock on it and lose the key, or I lose the book altogether. Eeh, Maybe because this one is online I&apos;ll do better. I mean you can&apos;t really lose the internet :/ Of course, I could always lose my laptop... but that wouldn&apos;t be too good on my part. Not after spending so much time, effort and money on it. I wonder if I can ramble on until I make a paragraph. I&amp;nbsp;seem to be doing good so far. Anyway, does anyone know how demanding puppies are? How about 17 of them? It&apos;s Puppyville, and no one has given me&amp;nbsp;a map out of this place! Of course, it&apos;s not like that&apos;s happened recently - Thank goodness- That was two years ago. Now there&apos;s just one litter to deal with. I&amp;nbsp;bet it will be a bit difficult, seeing as I spent two years without puppies swarming my feet, but maybe it&apos;s like riding a bike... in the sense that you never really forget. Babysitting and riding bikes don&apos;t have all that much in common. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I used to have a puppy. He was a maltese and poodle mix. Anything with poodle in it is a really good pet for those who have allergies, because there&apos;s something in the poodle that makes them (I really don&apos;t know if I&apos;m using the right word here)&amp;nbsp;Hypoallergenic? Well, my puppy, Copper. Flew across Canada with me when he was little. xD&amp;nbsp;He really didn&apos;t like planes all too much, but he was a nice little puppy. I trained him to do all sorts of things, and just around this time He&apos;d be turning 3 years old. Yeah, he always loved people... never could get enough attention. I loved the little things that he did, like when I was ont he computer he&apos;d sleep by my feet until I was done, or when anyone got home he&apos;d run up and greet them smiling&amp;nbsp;(Yes, dogs can smile) and make them pet him until their own mood changed from angry or unhappy to whatever other word that&apos;s better than happy is. (We had several people in the house who don&apos;t like the jobs that they are at, and come home grumpy.) Yeah, I even remember the first night I brought him home. He snuck under the porch and whimpered. This was because he played under the porch where he was born with his brothers and sisters. He soon found new friends, though. However, you&apos;ll note that I&apos;m using past tense... or at least I hope I am. I may be really tired and just think that I am &amp;gt;&amp;lt; One day, while I was out doing my school project, my brother was left home alone. No one knows exactly what happened, but I assume that he carelessly left the door open, and Copper escaped. But he swears against that... Oh well, whatever happened, when&amp;nbsp;I got home at night (Around nine-ish. I left about ten hours before) I noticed he wasn&apos;t there. Panic-stricken I ran around the house, then around the neighbourhood, and then drove around the city.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;... It was several days before I heard something, and it wasn&apos;t too good. Earlier that day the humane society&amp;nbsp;had found a dog that seemed like mine, but he didn&apos;t have the collar on that I told them he would be wearing. So someone went in to verify that the dog (Which was run over by a car. SEVERAL times.) was mine. And it was. It left a lot of unanswered questions. And high emotions. Like, where did his collar go? It&apos;s not one that could be easily taken off, or one of the breakaway collars. In fact, someone would have had to physically take it off of him to get it off. So... why would someone take his collar? And why for goodness sakes would someone rn over a dog more than once? Hmm? He&apos;s not a violent dog, or a loud one. All I could think up of at the time was maybe someone took some sick pleasure in running over my puppy. What other reason could there be?&lt;/p&gt;
</content>
<category term='random babble' />
</entry>
</feed>
<time>1219987467</time>
<feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' >
 <title type='text'>vovav</title>
 <link href="http://vovav.livejournal.com/" />
 <link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vovav.livejournal.com/data/atom" />
 <author><name>Владимир Вяткин</name></author>
<entry>
<title></title>
<link href='http://vovav.livejournal.com/44644.html' />
<published>2008-08-29T05:24:27</published>
<updated>2008-08-29T05:24:27</updated>
<content type='html'>
ээээ, это что вообще такое, что за хуйня висит у меня под первым постом...&lt;br /&gt;Суп вконец охуел... Пиздец, долбаные мудаки... Надо же было придумать эту ебучюю шнягу...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Кто знает - как отключить можно? Или вперед!? Стройными рядами в ряды базовых акккаунтов?
</content>
</entry>
</feed>
<time>1219987468</time>
<feed xmlns="http://purl.org/atom/ns#" xmlns:post="http://sixapart.com/atom/post#">
  <link xmlns="http://purl.org/atom/ns#" rel="alternate" href="http://indisch4ever.web-log.nl/indisch4ever/" type="text/html"/>
  <title xmlns="http://purl.org/atom/ns#">Indisch4ever</title>
  <entry xmlns="http://purl.org/atom/ns#" xmlns:post="http://sixapart.com/atom/post#">
    <title xmlns="http://purl.org/atom/ns#">Leren ze het dan nooit ?</title>
    <summary xmlns="http://purl.org/atom/ns#"></summary>
    <content xmlns="http://purl.org/atom/ns#" mode="escaped">&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="55" src="http://indisch4ever.web-log.nl/indisch4ever/boeroengpikirans.jpg" width="337" style="WIDTH: 337px; HEIGHT: 55px" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;by Blauwvogeltje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Eerder verscheen in deze serie Boeroeng Pikirans :&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://indisch4ever.web-log.nl/indisch4ever/2008/02/het_verdriet_va.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e5304;"&gt;Het verdriet van de indo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://indisch4ever.web-log.nl/indisch4ever/2008/04/nu-ben-je-in-ho.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351e00;"&gt;Het verdriet van de indo {II}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://indisch4ever.web-log.nl/indisch4ever/2008/05/ga-en-mix.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351e00;"&gt;Het verdriet van de indo {III}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vannacht had ik weer wat last van dwarse darmen en dan kan ik beter opstaan, wat lopen en wat doen totdat het wegzakt. &amp;quot;Wat doen&amp;quot; wordt dan meestal : toch maar weer het internet opgaan . Op &lt;a href="http://groups.msn.com/Indonesie/brushvertelt.msnw?action=get_message&amp;amp;mview=0&amp;amp;ID_Message=21277&amp;amp;LastModified=4675687532993320155&amp;amp;all_topics=1"&gt;het msn-forum Indonesie&lt;/a&gt; kwam ik een recensie tegen van de film de Schattenberg. De recensie was gepubliceerd in &lt;a href="http://www.volkskrant.nl/archief_gratis/article1061058.ece/Warrige_reis_door_Indonesisch_verleden"&gt;de Volkskrant.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; Ik deed googlen of ik wat meer kon vinden over deze recensent... en zo zag ik dezelfde recensie op &lt;a href="http://www.cinema.nl/artikelen/3971319/warrige-documentaire-over-indonesiers-in-nederland"&gt;cinema.nl&lt;/a&gt;, een co-productie van de Volkskrant en de VPRO. Maar de kop boven het artikel was hier anders..&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quote cinema.nl &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;Warrige documentaire over Indonesiërs in Nederland.&lt;br /&gt;De Schattenberg van Monique Verhoeckx &lt;br /&gt;Filmrecensie / Kevin Toma &lt;br /&gt;De geschiedenis van de Indonesische gemeenschap in Nederland begint in Westerbork: in het tot Schattenberg omgedoopte doorgangskamp werd iedereen ondergebracht die na het uitroepen van de Indonesische onafhankelijkheid naar Nederland vluchtte. Regisseur Monique Verhoeckx stapte met twee Indonesische families – onder wie die van haar moeder – in een antieke NS-bus, voor een reis naar hun weinig besproken verleden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Achwat.... mijn darmen lagen nog dwars... ik schreef maar deze reactie op die pagina: &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000066;"&gt;Is de titel gemaakt door de schrijver? De film gaat niet over Indonesiers (titel) en het gaat niet over Indonesische families in de Indonesische gemeenschap. De film gaat over Nederlanders, om specifieker te zijn: Indische Nederlanders . Deze onwetendheid verklaart misschien de warrigheid die de schrijver constateert? Slechts een klein groepje mensen van die Indische Nederlanders kwamen terecht in Schattenberg en niet &amp;quot;iedereen&amp;quot; . Foute recensie.. doe je geschiedenishuiswerk eerst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Het verdriet van de indo is dit soort onwetendheid, desinteresse en niet-erkenning vanuit het moederland Nederland.. 400 jaar indo's .. en tel je de portugese tijd mee, dan is het bijna 500 jaar.&lt;br /&gt;Die belanda's leren het nooit ? &lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <issued xmlns="http://purl.org/atom/ns#">2008-08-29T07:24:19+02:00</issued>
    <link xmlns="http://purl.org/atom/ns#" rel="alternate" href="http://indisch4ever.web-log.nl/indisch4ever/2008/08/leren-ze-het-da.html" title="HTML" type="text/html"/>
    <id xmlns="http://purl.org/atom/ns#">tag:beheerpagina.web-log.nl,2003:post-7393064</id>
    <post:convertLineBreaks xmlns:post="http://sixapart.com/atom/post#">false</post:convertLineBreaks>
    <category xmlns="http://purl.org/atom/ns#" scheme="http://www.sixapart.com/ns/types#category" term="Boeroeng Pikirans"></category>
    <author xmlns="http://purl.org/atom/ns#">
      <name xmlns="http://purl.org/atom/ns#">Indisch4ever</name>
    </author>
  </entry>
</feed>
<time>1219987469</time>
<feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' >
 <title type='text'>My Pensieve</title>
 <link href="http://potterfriendz.livejournal.com/" />
 <link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://potterfriendz.livejournal.com/data/atom" />
 <author><name>Nicole</name></author>
<entry>
<title>Stephenie&apos;s response to leaked Midnight Sun</title>
<link href='http://potterfriendz.livejournal.com/111349.html' />
<published>2008-08-29T05:24:29</published>
<updated>2008-08-29T05:24:29</updated>
<content type='html'>
I can&apos;t tell you how PO&apos;d I am about this.  I&apos;m a moderator for a Twilight group and was upset that someone would post it online.  I know there are so many out there that are curious, but wouldn&apos;t it be the proper thing to do, to wait for the authorized copy.  I have spent the past hour venting w/ friends b/c of the stupidity and disregard people have.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the response from Stephenie&apos;s site/blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 28, 2008 (part II)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of you may have heard, my partial draft of Midnight Sun was illegally posted on the Internet and has since been virally distributed without my knowledge or permission or the knowledge or permission of my publisher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a good idea of how the leak happened as there were very few copies of Midnight Sun that left my possession and each was unique. Due to little changes I made to the manuscript at different times, I can tell when each left my possession and to whom it was given. The manuscript that was illegally distributed on the Internet was given to trusted individuals for a good purpose. I have no comment beyond that as I believe that there was no malicious intent with the initial distribution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not want my readers to experience Midnight Sun before it was completed, edited and published. I think it is important for everybody to understand that what happened was a huge violation of my rights as an author, not to mention me as a human being. As the author of the Twilight Saga, I control the copyright and it is up to the owner of the copyright to decide when the books should be made public; this is the same for musicians and filmmakers. Just because someone buys a book or movie or song, or gets a download off the Internet, doesn&apos;t mean that they own the right to reproduce and distribute it. Unfortunately, with the Internet, it is easy for people to obtain and share items that do not legally belong to them. No matter how this is done, it is still dishonest. This has been a very upsetting experience for me, but I hope it will at least leave my fans with a better understanding of copyright and the importance of artistic control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where does this leave Midnight Sun? My first feeling was that there was no way to continue. Writing isn&apos;t like math; in math, two plus two always equals four no matter what your mood is like. With writing, the way you feel changes everything. If I tried to write Midnight Sun now, in my current frame of mind, James would probably win and all the Cullens would die, which wouldn&apos;t dovetail too well with the original story. In any case, I feel too sad about what has happened to continue working on Midnight Sun, and so it is on hold indefinitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;d rather my fans not read this version of Midnight Sun. It was only an incomplete draft; the writing is messy and flawed and full of mistakes. But how do I comment on this violation without driving more people to look for the illegal posting? It has taken me a while to decide how and if I could respond. But to end the confusion, I&apos;ve decided to make the draft available here (at the end of this message on the Midnight Sun page). This way, my readers don&apos;t have to feel they have to make a sacrifice to stay honest. I hope this fragment gives you further insight into Edward&apos;s head and adds a new dimension to the Twilight story. That&apos;s what inspired me to write it in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do want to take a moment and thank the wonderful fans who have been so supportive of me over the past three years. I cannot begin to tell you how much each of you means to me. I only hope this note will stop all the confusion and online speculation so that the Twilight universe can once again become the happy escape it used to be. After this incredibly busy year, I am now focusing on spending more time with my family and working on some other writing projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Stephenie
</content>
<category term='twilight' />
</entry>
</feed>
<feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' >
 <title type='text'>into your starry eyes, baby</title>
 <link href="http://hi-falootin.livejournal.com/" />
 <link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hi-falootin.livejournal.com/data/atom" />
 <author><name>miss teen wordpower</name></author>
<entry>
<title>made a mix! - girl&apos;s not a tonic or a pill</title>
<link href='http://hi-falootin.livejournal.com/47574.html' />
<published>2008-08-29T05:24:28</published>
<updated>2008-08-29T05:24:28</updated>
<content type='html'>
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Guess who has internet again :D  Here&apos;s a mix I wanted to share:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u228/hi_falootin/mix_cover.png&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;times&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl&apos;s not a tonic or a pill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;12 (+ 1 bonus) mp3s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.sendspace.com/file/tn5j3o&quot;&gt;Zip file&lt;/a&gt;: 50.3 MB&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-left: 40px;&quot;&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Chick Habit&lt;/strong&gt; - April March&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Wishbone &lt;/strong&gt;- Architecture in Helsinki&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Don&apos;t Sleep in the Subway &lt;/strong&gt;- Petula Clark&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Love Cliche&lt;/strong&gt; - Bran Van 3000&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Johnny Get Angry&lt;/strong&gt; - Joanie Sommers&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;The Littlest Birds&lt;/strong&gt; - The Be Good Tanyas&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Tout Va Bien &lt;/strong&gt;- Les Sans Culottes&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;Flowers on the Wall &lt;/strong&gt;- Eric Heatherly (cover)&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;Peaceful Easy Feeling&lt;/strong&gt; - The Eagles&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;Hallelujah -&lt;/strong&gt; Ryan Adams&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;strong&gt;Does he Love you?&lt;/strong&gt; - Rilo Kiley&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;strong&gt;Lovesick Blues&lt;/strong&gt; - Patsy Cline (cover)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-left: 40px;&quot;&gt;&lt;dd&gt;BONUS TRACK: &lt;strong&gt;Pistol Packin&apos; Mama&lt;/strong&gt; - Bing Crosby and the Andrews Sisters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here&apos;s what we got here: old music, new music, new music that sounds like old music and visa versa.  A song in French, two songs you might have heard in Tarantino movies, and songs with harmonica and &lt;em&gt;kazoo&lt;/em&gt; solos.  Music to accompany you some late, lazy evening when you think you might go for a walk but then again, it&apos;s kind of nice in your living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.sendspace.com/file/tn5j3o&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;DOWNLOAD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photography from &lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/foto_decadent/1858994.html#cutid1&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; which you should check out, cause it&apos;s an amazing photoshoot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
</content>
</entry>
</feed>
<time>1219987470</time>
<feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' >
 <title type='text'>41win96</title>
 <link href="http://41win96.livejournal.com/" />
 <link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://41win96.livejournal.com/data/atom" />
 <author><name>41win96</name></author>
<entry>
<title></title>
<link href='http://41win96.livejournal.com/1129.html' />
<published>2008-08-29T05:24:29</published>
<updated>2008-08-29T05:24:29</updated>
<content type='html'>
Сегодня 29 августа.&lt;br /&gt;1988 20 лет назад Во время демонстрационных полетов над американской авиабазой в Рамштайне (ФРГ) столкнулись в воздухе три итальянских самолета, совершавших групповой пилотаж. Обломки самолетов рухнули на землю прямо на наблюдавших за полетами зрителей. В результате погибли 70 человек.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Группа Rammstein случайно не из-за этого случая назвалась именно так…
</content>
</entry>
</feed>
<feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:idx="urn:atom-extension:indexing" idx:index="no">
 <title type='text'>Записки муми-тролля</title>
 <link href="http://chemical-sam.livejournal.com/" />
 <link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chemical-sam.livejournal.com/data/atom" />
 <author><name>chemical_sam</name></author>
<entry>
<title>Харуки Мураками - Охота на овец</title>
<link href='http://chemical-sam.livejournal.com/66857.html' />
<published>2008-08-29T05:24:30</published>
<updated>2008-08-29T05:24:30</updated>
<content type='html'>
.. как заметил какой-то русский писатель, это только характер может меняться с возрастом; ограниченность же человека не меняется до самой смерти..
</content>
</entry>
</feed>
<time>1219987471</time>
<time>1219987472</time>
<feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' >
 <title type='text'>For You- with Love and Squalor</title>
 <link href="http://spencerhall.livejournal.com/" />
 <link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://spencerhall.livejournal.com/data/atom" />
 <author><name>Spencer Hall</name></author>
<entry>
<title>letters</title>
<link href='http://spencerhall.livejournal.com/98049.html' />
<published>2008-08-29T05:24:31</published>
<updated>2008-08-29T05:24:31</updated>
<content type='html'>
As if you needed another to love Donald Miller,&lt;br /&gt;here&apos;s a little taste of his recent &lt;a href=&quot;http://donmilleris.com/2008/08/27/donald-miller-barack-obama/#comments&quot;&gt;correspondence &lt;/a&gt;with the Obamas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
</content>
</entry>
</feed>
<feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:idx="urn:atom-extension:indexing" idx:index="no">
 <title type='text'>The Darker Side of Dr. James Wilson</title>
 <link href="http://community.livejournal.com/dark_wilson/" />
 <link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://community.livejournal.com/dark_wilson/data/atom" />
 <author><name>The Darker Side of Dr. James Wilson</name></author>
<entry>
<title>Dark Wilson Banner Contest!! Vote for Your Favorite!! :)</title>
<link href='http://community.livejournal.com/dark_wilson/2556.html' />
<published>2008-08-29T05:24:32</published>
<updated>2008-08-29T05:24:32</updated>
<content type='html'>
&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://www.livejournal.com/poll/?id=1249984&apos;&gt;Poll #1249984&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Dark Wilson Banner Contest&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Open to: &lt;b&gt;Friends&lt;/b&gt;, detailed results viewable to: &lt;b&gt;All&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dark Wilson Banner Contest!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&apos;margin: 10px 0 10px 40px&apos;&gt;
                &lt;a href=&apos;http://www.livejournal.com/poll/?id=1249984&amp;amp;qid=1&amp;amp;mode=ans&apos;
                     class=&apos;LJ_PollAnswerLink&apos; lj_pollid=&apos;1249984&apos; lj_qid=&apos;1&apos; lj_posterid=&apos;11138840&apos;
                     id=&quot;LJ_PollAnswerLink_1249984_1&quot;&gt;
                View Answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://s162.photobucket.com/albums/t278/darkdreams1222/?action=view&amp;amp;current=eitherwayokay.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;eitherwayokay&quot; src=&quot;http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t278/darkdreams1222/eitherwayokay.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&apos;white-space: nowrap&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/poll/leftbar.gif&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align:middle&apos; height=&apos;14&apos; alt=&apos;&apos; /&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/poll/mainbar.gif&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align:middle&apos; height=&apos;14&apos; width=&apos;20&apos; alt=&apos;&apos; /&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/poll/rightbar.gif&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align:middle&apos; height=&apos;14&apos; width=&apos;7&apos; alt=&apos;&apos; /&gt; &lt;b&gt;0&lt;/b&gt; (0.0%)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://s162.photobucket.com/albums/t278/darkdreams1222/?action=view&amp;amp;current=megz33.png&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;megz33&quot; src=&quot;http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t278/darkdreams1222/megz33.png&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&apos;white-space: nowrap&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/poll/leftbar.gif&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align:middle&apos; height=&apos;14&apos; alt=&apos;&apos; /&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/poll/mainbar.gif&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align:middle&apos; height=&apos;14&apos; width=&apos;20&apos; alt=&apos;&apos; /&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/poll/rightbar.gif&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align:middle&apos; height=&apos;14&apos; width=&apos;7&apos; alt=&apos;&apos; /&gt; &lt;b&gt;0&lt;/b&gt; (0.0%)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://s162.photobucket.com/albums/t278/darkdreams1222/?action=view&amp;amp;current=oliviazaratinga.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;oliviazaratinga&quot; src=&quot;http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t278/darkdreams1222/oliviazaratinga.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&apos;white-space: nowrap&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/poll/leftbar.gif&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align:middle&apos; height=&apos;14&apos; alt=&apos;&apos; /&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/poll/mainbar.gif&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align:middle&apos; height=&apos;14&apos; width=&apos;20&apos; alt=&apos;&apos; /&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/poll/rightbar.gif&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align:middle&apos; height=&apos;14&apos; width=&apos;7&apos; alt=&apos;&apos; /&gt; &lt;b&gt;0&lt;/b&gt; (0.0%)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://s162.photobucket.com/albums/t278/darkdreams1222/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mysidewayshalo.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;mysidewayshalo&quot; src=&quot;http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t278/darkdreams1222/mysidewayshalo.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&apos;white-space: nowrap&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/poll/leftbar.gif&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align:middle&apos; height=&apos;14&apos; alt=&apos;&apos; /&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/poll/mainbar.gif&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align:middle&apos; height=&apos;14&apos; width=&apos;20&apos; alt=&apos;&apos; /&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/poll/rightbar.gif&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align:middle&apos; height=&apos;14&apos; width=&apos;7&apos; alt=&apos;&apos; /&gt; &lt;b&gt;0&lt;/b&gt; (0.0%)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://s162.photobucket.com/albums/t278/darkdreams1222/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ollee.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;ollee&quot; src=&quot;http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t278/darkdreams1222/ollee.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&apos;white-space: nowrap&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/poll/leftbar.gif&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align:middle&apos; height=&apos;14&apos; alt=&apos;&apos; /&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/poll/mainbar.gif&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align:middle&apos; height=&apos;14&apos; width=&apos;20&apos; alt=&apos;&apos; /&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/poll/rightbar.gif&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align:middle&apos; height=&apos;14&apos; width=&apos;7&apos; alt=&apos;&apos; /&gt; &lt;b&gt;0&lt;/b&gt; (0.0%)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://s162.photobucket.com/albums/t278/darkdreams1222/?action=view&amp;amp;current=endgegner07.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;endgegner07&quot; src=&quot;http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t278/darkdreams1222/endgegner07.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&apos;white-space: nowrap&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/poll/leftbar.gif&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align:middle&apos; height=&apos;14&apos; alt=&apos;&apos; /&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/poll/mainbar.gif&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align:middle&apos; height=&apos;14&apos; width=&apos;20&apos; alt=&apos;&apos; /&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/poll/rightbar.gif&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align:middle&apos; height=&apos;14&apos; width=&apos;7&apos; alt=&apos;&apos; /&gt; &lt;b&gt;0&lt;/b&gt; (0.0%)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://s162.photobucket.com/albums/t278/darkdreams1222/?action=view&amp;amp;current=chickloveslotr.png&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;chickloveslotr banner&quot; src=&quot;http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t278/darkdreams1222/chickloveslotr.png&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&apos;white-space: nowrap&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/poll/leftbar.gif&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align:middle&apos; height=&apos;14&apos; alt=&apos;&apos; /&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/poll/mainbar.gif&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align:middle&apos; height=&apos;14&apos; width=&apos;20&apos; alt=&apos;&apos; /&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/poll/rightbar.gif&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align:middle&apos; height=&apos;14&apos; width=&apos;7&apos; alt=&apos;&apos; /&gt; &lt;b&gt;0&lt;/b&gt; (0.0%)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content>
</entry>
</feed>
<time>1219987473</time>
<feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' >
 <title type='text'>Йошкар-Ола @livejournal.com</title>
 <link href="http://community.livejournal.com/ru_yo/" />
 <link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://community.livejournal.com/ru_yo/data/atom" />
 <author><name>ру_йо</name></author>
<entry>
<title>Рок-фестиваль &quot;Сотворение мира&quot; в Казани</title>
<link href='http://community.livejournal.com/ru_yo/89700.html' />
<published>2008-08-29T05:24:31</published>
<updated>2008-08-29T05:24:31</updated>
<content type='html'>
Кто из землячков собирается?&lt;br /&gt;Хотел бы присоединиться к диаспоре :) как бывший йошкар-олинец.&lt;br /&gt;На всякий случай - +7-905-008-70-89&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;29 августа (саундчек)&lt;br&gt;1. 10.30-12.30 - KTU&lt;br&gt;2. 12.30-13.30 - KC project&lt;br&gt;3. 13.30-14.30 - Adams/Camara+guests (по другим данным в это время будет Машина времени :) &lt;br&gt;4. 14.30-15.30 - Geoffrey Oryema&lt;br&gt;5. 15.30-17.00 - Aquarium&lt;br&gt;6. 18.00-19.00 - White Flag&lt;br&gt;7. 19.00-20.00 - Rishad Shafi+jam&lt;br&gt;8. 20.00-23.00 - Zemfira&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Выход групп на сцену&lt;br&gt;30 августа&lt;br&gt;1. 13.00-13.20 - priests +1 song by Georgian and Osetian singer&lt;br&gt;2. 13.20-13.40 - Rishad Shafi+jam&lt;br&gt;3. 13.40-14.00 - White Flag&lt;br&gt;4. 14.00-14.10 - Nina Nastasia&lt;br&gt;5. 14.10-14.30 - Geoffrey Oryema&lt;br&gt;6. 14.30-14.50 - Zulya Kamalova&lt;br&gt;7. 14.50-15.10 - Sergey Starostin and Gili Byli&lt;br&gt;8. 15.10-15.40 - Inna, Daha Braha&lt;br&gt;9. 15.40-16.00 - Huun-Huur Tu+Oneka+Arika&lt;br&gt;10. 16.00-16.20 - Adams/Camara+Ben+LU&lt;br&gt;11. 16.20-16.40 - Mystery Juice&lt;br&gt;12. 16.40-16.50 - Enver Izmaylov&lt;br&gt;13. 16.50-17.20 - Fairport convention&lt;br&gt;14. 17.20-17.30 - Speeches (Mayor+)&lt;br&gt;15. 17.30-18.00 - Keitth Emerson Group&lt;br&gt;16. 18.00-18.10 - Juke Box&lt;br&gt;17. 18.10-18.30 - Adrian Belew Power Trio&lt;br&gt;18. 18.30-18.50 - KTU&lt;br&gt;19. 18.50-19.00 - King Crimson Project&lt;br&gt;20. 19.00-19.30 - Aquarium&lt;br&gt;21. 19.30-20.00 - Future Sound of London&lt;br&gt;22. 20.00-20.40 - Time Machine&lt;br&gt;23. 20.40-21.10 - Patti Smith&lt;br&gt;24. 21.10-21.50 - Zemfira&lt;br&gt;25. 21.50-22.00 - Final Jam&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
</content>
</entry>
</feed>
<feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:idx="urn:atom-extension:indexing" idx:index="no">
 <title type='text'>Raw Devotion</title>
 <link href="http://langelbleu.livejournal.com/" />
 <link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://langelbleu.livejournal.com/data/atom" />
 <author><name>langelbleu</name></author>
<entry>
<title>Twaiku L&apos;angel Style</title>
<link href='http://langelbleu.livejournal.com/70725.html' />
<published>2008-08-29T05:24:31</published>
<updated>2008-08-29T05:24:31</updated>
<content type='html'>
daily facets: glistening prisms of radiant JEMs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class=&quot;loudtwitter&quot;&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;10:53&lt;/em&gt; G&apos;Day twitteroonis! I&apos;ve got a pear tree at my friend Chris&apos;s house calling my name. Bringing a ladder &amp;amp; big canvas totes to harvest a bunch&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;11:43&lt;/em&gt; Anybody wanna come pick pears with me? ;-)&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;11:45&lt;/em&gt; Okay, shower, clean up kitchen, put away dishes, make bed, see ND, pick pears, get farm share, buy spinach &amp;amp; clean canteen, dehydrate pears&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;17:17&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitpic.com/9cow&quot;&gt;twitpic.com/9cow&lt;/a&gt; - Pear picking in Durham ME final harvest before friend&apos;s house sells&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;18:43&lt;/em&gt; Just left CSA with 2 full bags of tomatoes I picked in addition to my weekly share!&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;20:02&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitpic.com/9dg7&quot;&gt;twitpic.com/9dg7&lt;/a&gt; - One of the reasons that a CSA farm share RAWKS!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Carried on the wings of 555 wee fay to be offered as more raw devotion via the ever delightful &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.loudtwitter.com&quot;&gt;LoudTwitter&lt;/a&gt;
</content>
</entry>
</feed>
<feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' >
 <title type='text'>petrovich758</title>
 <link href="http://petrovich758.livejournal.com/" />
 <link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://petrovich758.livejournal.com/data/atom" />
 <author><name>petrovich758</name></author>
<entry>
<title>Санкции против России (из истории последнего десятилетия)</title>
<link href='http://petrovich758.livejournal.com/20016.html' />
<published>2008-08-29T05:24:32</published>
<updated>2008-08-29T05:24:32</updated>
<content type='html'>
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Санкции против России (из истории последнего десятилетия)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Год &lt;b&gt;1999&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;05&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt&quot;&gt;Если Запад попытается ввести санкции против России, очевидно, что это ликвидирует ООН и разрушит все отношения Запада и России. Пригрозить, что прибалтийские государства будут быстро приняты в НАТО, стало бы причиной драматического усиления реакционных кругов российской армии на долгие годы. Требование. Чтобы Россия заплатила свои долги, означало бы ликвидацию остатков российской экономики и могло бы явиться причиной общемирового экономического кризиса. Перестать дотировать российскую программу ликвидации ядерных вооружений было бы просто небезопасно.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 8pt&quot;&gt;Газета&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 8pt&quot;&gt;Guardian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 8pt&quot;&gt;среда 8. декабря 1999 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 8pt&quot;&gt;Martin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 8pt&quot;&gt;Woollacott&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 8pt&quot;&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Год &lt;b&gt;2000&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt&quot;&gt;В связи с &amp;quot;чеченским вопросом&amp;quot;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt&quot;&gt;Бывший в то время губернатором штата Техас и &amp;quot;горячий&amp;quot; кандидат на пост президента США Джордж В. Буш в феврале 2000 года предлагал наложить на Россию &amp;nbsp;экономические санкции. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Год &lt;b&gt;2001&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt&quot;&gt;Ближайшее обсуждение доверия к России пройдет на сентябрьской международной встрече в Париже, где будут представители без малого тридцати государств принимать решение, должны ли быть введены санкции против России, как страны позволяющей отмывание денег организованной преступности.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
</content>
</entry>
</feed>
<feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' >
 <title type='text'>Notes of a degraded &quot;slave-holder&quot;</title>
 <link href="http://raydac.livejournal.com/" />
 <link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://raydac.livejournal.com/data/atom" />
 <author><name>Notes of a degraded &quot;slave-holder&quot;</name></author>
<entry>
<title>Интересное чтиво однако</title>
<link href='http://raydac.livejournal.com/81175.html' />
<published>2008-08-29T05:24:33</published>
<updated>2008-08-29T05:24:33</updated>
<content type='html'>
&lt;a&gt;Переведенное на русский язык выступление Саакашвили с описанием предыстории и истории конфликта&lt;/a&gt;
</content>
<category term='war' />
</entry>
</feed>
<feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' >
 <title type='text'>Just a konstpaus (Enjoy the silence)</title>
 <link href="http://konstpaus.livejournal.com/" />
 <link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://konstpaus.livejournal.com/data/atom" />
 <author><name>konstpaus</name></author>
<entry>
<title>I don&apos;t drink coffee</title>
<link href='http://konstpaus.livejournal.com/540938.html' />
<published>2008-08-29T05:24:33</published>
<updated>2008-08-29T05:24:33</updated>
<content type='html'>
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;116&quot; width=&quot;170&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/konstpaus/pic/000yrrcw&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content>
<category term='pictures' />
<category term='funny' />
</entry>
</feed>
<time>1219987474</time>
<time>1219987475</time>
<feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' >
 <title type='text'>Upstairs At Eric</title>
 <link href="http://plwh888.livejournal.com/" />
 <link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://plwh888.livejournal.com/data/atom" />
 <author><name>The Stylemeister</name></author>
<entry>
<title>Friday !!!</title>
<link href='http://plwh888.livejournal.com/693073.html' />
<published>2008-08-29T05:24:34</published>
<updated>2008-08-29T05:24:34</updated>
<content type='html'>
&lt;a href=&quot;http://s304.photobucket.com/albums/nn188/happycafe008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00227.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i304.photobucket.com/albums/nn188/happycafe008/DSC00227.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Photobucket&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese Katsu Don @ Simei kopi tiam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://s304.photobucket.com/albums/nn188/happycafe008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00228.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i304.photobucket.com/albums/nn188/happycafe008/DSC00228.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Photobucket&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for a drink after a long hard week . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;border-style:solid;border-width:1;border-color:black;&quot; bgcolor=&quot;eeeeee&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;black&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;plwh888 welcomes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://s23.sitemeter.com/stats.asp?site=s23plwh888&quot; target=&quot;_top&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://s23.sitemeter.com/meter.asp?site=s23plwh888&quot; alt=&quot;Site Meter&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form action=&quot;http://www.ljseek.com/search.php&quot; method=&quot;get&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type=&quot;hidden&quot; name=&quot;users&quot; value=&quot;plwh888&quot;&gt;&lt;input type=&quot;hidden&quot; name=&quot;sortby&quot; value=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;black&quot;&gt;Search My Blog&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type=&quot;text&quot; name=&quot;q&quot; size=&quot;25&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type=&quot;submit&quot; value=&quot;Find!&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Om ah hung bezra guru pema siddhu hung&lt;/form&gt;
</content>
</entry>
</feed>
<feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' >
 <title type='text'>thrift and trade</title>
 <link href="http://community.livejournal.com/thriftandtrade/" />
 <link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://community.livejournal.com/thriftandtrade/data/atom" />
 <author><name>thrift and trade</name></author>
<entry>
<title></title>
<link href='http://community.livejournal.com/thriftandtrade/2737944.html' />
<published>2008-08-29T05:24:34</published>
<updated>2008-08-29T05:24:34</updated>
<content type='html'>
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;500&quot; width=&quot;500&quot; src=&quot;http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk188/denisengrace/clearance.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff3366&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear friends,&lt;br /&gt;Click below for more great deals under $10! Once again, thank you for your support! ^-^&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed week! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;PRICES ARE INCLUSIVE OF POSTAGE!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width=&quot;500&quot; src=&quot;http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk188/denisengrace/misschic.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;$9.90&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width=&quot;500&quot; src=&quot;http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk188/denisengrace/chariot.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;SOLD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;$8.00&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width=&quot;500&quot; src=&quot;http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk188/denisengrace/anchorage.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;SOLD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;$8.00&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk188/denisengrace/cutiepie.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;$7.00&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk188/denisengrace/Untitled-1copy.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;$7.00&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk188/denisengrace/lollipop.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;$7.00&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;444&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk188/denisengrace/mandeep.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;$5.00&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk188/denisengrace/poshtotty.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;$6.00&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk188/denisengrace/sweetheart.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;$7.00&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk188/denisengrace/indierock.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;$6.00&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk188/denisengrace/sunset.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;$6.00&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk188/denisengrace/claire.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;$5.00&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff3399&quot;&gt;★ ★ ★ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Note&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;b&gt;Ordering Details&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Order:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;1. Leave a comment on that particular entry if you are interested in that particular item..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;2. All comments will be screened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;3. Do drop us an email for further queries at denisengrace@gmail.com. All emails will be replied as soon as possible!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Payment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;1. Upon confirmation and agreement of item(s), payment must be made within 48hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;2. Please pay through:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;- POSB/DBS bank transfer(preferred)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;- Interbank bank transfer or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;- Concealed cash via postage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Delivery:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;1. Prices stated are INCLUSIVE of postage charges, unless stated otherwise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;2. Upon receipt of payments, items will be mailed out within 2 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;3. However, do note that it may take up to 7 working days for items to reach you via Singpost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0066&quot;&gt;Please note: &lt;br /&gt;Anchorage sold.&lt;br /&gt;The rest are still available!&lt;br /&gt;Grab them now! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ccff&quot;&gt;Happy shopping!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0066&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;♥ denisengrace@gmail.com ♥&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content>
</entry>
</feed>
<feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' >
 <title type='text'>Не бойся. Не надейся. Не проси</title>
 <link href="http://manja4ka.livejournal.com/" />
 <link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://manja4ka.livejournal.com/data/atom" />
 <author><name>Аннушка</name></author>
<entry>
<title>Креатиф_ф_ф</title>
<link href='http://manja4ka.livejournal.com/421718.html' />
<published>2008-08-29T05:24:33</published>
<updated>2008-08-29T05:24:33</updated>
<content type='html'>
&quot;Чтобы не думать что падарить, надо мою группу открыть!и заказать пару духов для девушки, парня и стариков!)&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Гениальный копирайт. Девушка в контакте разводит народ на покупку &quot;фирменной&quot; парфюмерии в два раза дешевле, чем в лэтуале по самой-самой скидке.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Во первых же строках описания группы девица пишет: &quot;ДЕШЕВАЯ ПАРФЮМЕРИЯ ( НЕ ПОЛЬСКАЯ)&lt;br /&gt;НАШЕ ПРИИМУЩЕСТВО В ТОМ , ЧТО ВСЕ ЦЕНЫ НА ДУХИ УКАЗАННЫ ЗА МАКСИМАЛЬНЫЙ ОБЪЕМ 100 МЛ.МЕНЬШЕ НЕ ПРЕДЛАГАЕМ.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Интересно, у них действительно кто-то покупает? )))))
</content>
<category term='лыкдыбр' />
</entry>
</feed>
<feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' >
 <title type='text'>Chloe Sullivan OTPs</title>
 <link href="http://community.livejournal.com/chloe_otp/" />
 <link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://community.livejournal.com/chloe_otp/data/atom" />
 <author><name>Chloe Sullivan OTPs</name></author>
<entry>
<title>Tomorrow - Strong T - Chloe/Dean - OneShot</title>
<link href='http://community.livejournal.com/chloe_otp/41263.html' />
<published>2008-08-29T05:24:35</published>
<updated>2008-08-29T05:24:35</updated>
<content type='html'>
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title&lt;/b&gt;: Tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Category&lt;/b&gt;: Smallville/Supernatural [Crossover]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating&lt;/b&gt;: Strong T &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genre&lt;/b&gt;: Angst/Tragedy/Romance &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing&lt;/b&gt;: Chloe/Dean &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count&lt;/b&gt;: 2,537 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary&lt;/b&gt;: He both loved and hated repetition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: larger&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: larger&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://sarcastic-fina.livejournal.com/92687.html#cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#a43a2e&quot;&gt;Read more...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WARNING:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; My journal is locked to those too young to read explicit material. If you are of age, 18, (&lt;strong&gt;birth &lt;u&gt;year&lt;/u&gt; *must* be shown on profile!&lt;/strong&gt;) then feel encouraged to add me and you shall be granted access!&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
</content>
</entry>
</feed>
<time>1219987476</time>
<feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' >
 <title type='text'>Random Ramblings</title>
 <link href="http://ronskybeat.livejournal.com/" />
 <link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ronskybeat.livejournal.com/data/atom" />
 <author><name>ronskybeat</name></author>
<entry>
<title>Freebie. Yipee!!!</title>
<link href='http://ronskybeat.livejournal.com/13473.html' />
<published>2008-08-29T05:24:35</published>
<updated>2008-08-29T05:24:35</updated>
<content type='html'>
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9.5pt; color: #4c4c4c; font-family: Verdana&quot;&gt;Num&amp;eacute;ro Uno&amp;nbsp;&lt;st1:city w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Tokyo&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; is giving&amp;nbsp;away a free Louis Vuitton&amp;nbsp;Monogramouflage mousepad with every copy of its October issue.&amp;nbsp; Thus, I emailed a friend and asked him to get me a copy.&amp;nbsp; And he did.&amp;nbsp; I&apos;m getting it next week.&amp;nbsp; Woohooo!!!! I&apos;m a happy camper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i285.photobucket.com/albums/ll56/rmgonzales_photos/numero-tokyo-louis-vuitton-mouse-1.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i285.photobucket.com/albums/ll56/rmgonzales_photos/LVpad.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
</content>
<category term='monogrammouflage' />
<category term='louis vuitton' />
</entry>
</feed>
<feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' >
 <title type='text'>kristian55</title>
 <link href="http://kristian55.livejournal.com/" />
 <link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kristian55.livejournal.com/data/atom" />
 <author><name>kristian55</name></author>
<entry>
<title>Gustave</title>
<link href='http://kristian55.livejournal.com/106699.html' />
<published>2008-08-29T05:24:36</published>
<updated>2008-08-29T05:24:36</updated>
<content type='html'>
&lt;iframe src=&quot;http://lj-toys.com/?journalid=11694037&amp;moduleid=156&amp;preview=&amp;auth_token=sessionless:1219986000:embedcontent:11694037%26156%26:7d3337198d171147f1ee0cc1914617caf61ef802&quot; width=&quot;475&quot; height=&quot;394&quot; allowtransparency=&quot;true&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;lj_embedcontent&quot; name=&quot;embed_11694037_156&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src=&quot;http://lj-toys.com/?journalid=11694037&amp;moduleid=157&amp;preview=&amp;auth_token=sessionless:1219986000:embedcontent:11694037%26157%26:58f85eceba6afad845a7f4ad6b39f9f8e709624d&quot; width=&quot;475&quot; height=&quot;394&quot; allowtransparency=&quot;true&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;lj_embedcontent&quot; name=&quot;embed_11694037_157&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;
</content>
</entry>
</feed>
<time>1219987477</time>
<feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' >
 <title type='text'>Johnny&apos;s Entertainment Fanfiction</title>
 <link href="http://community.livejournal.com/jent_fanfics/" />
 <link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://community.livejournal.com/jent_fanfics/data/atom" />
 <author><name>Johnny&apos;s Entertainment Fanfics : Jpop fanfics</name></author>
<entry>
<title>Drabble Post #5</title>
<link href='http://community.livejournal.com/jent_fanfics/2902094.html' />
<published>2008-08-29T05:24:36</published>
<updated>2008-08-29T05:24:36</updated>
<content type='html'>
Thirteen drabbles (out of way too many for my own good). Why am I posting them? Because I can :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://trivialaffair.livejournal.com/14506.html#cutid1&quot;&gt;Hugs (Koyama x Ryo; G)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://trivialaffair.livejournal.com/14506.html#cutid2&quot;&gt;Shige and Koki switch bodies (Ryo x Shige; PG)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://trivialaffair.livejournal.com/14506.html#cutid3&quot;&gt;Shige seduces Jun as revenge against Sho (Jun x Shige; PG-13)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://trivialaffair.livejournal.com/14506.html#cutid4&quot;&gt;Matsujun and Kame go shopping (G)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://trivialaffair.livejournal.com/14506.html#cutid5&quot;&gt;Shige and Nakamaru make plans for a date (Nakamaru x Shige; G)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://trivialaffair.livejournal.com/14506.html#cutid6&quot;&gt;NEWS on a deserted island (PG)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://trivialaffair.livejournal.com/14506.html#cutid7&quot;&gt;Ryo and Shige have a moment (Ryo x Shige; PG)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://trivialaffair.livejournal.com/14506.html#cutid8&quot;&gt;Shige and Kame are in a drama together and Ryo does not approve (Ryo x Shige; PG)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://trivialaffair.livejournal.com/14506.html#cutid9&quot;&gt;Ohno comes over to Jun&apos;s place (Jun x Ohno; PG)&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://trivialaffair.livejournal.com/14506.html#cutid10&quot;&gt;Jin wants in Shige&apos;s pants (Jin x Shige; R)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://trivialaffair.livejournal.com/14506.html#cutid11&quot;&gt;Chocolate (Massu x Ryo; PG)&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://trivialaffair.livejournal.com/14506.html#cutid12&quot;&gt;Bentos (Massu x Yamapi; G)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://trivialaffair.livejournal.com/14506.html#cutid13&quot;&gt;Koyama and Shige need more love (Koyama x Shige; PG)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
</content>
<category term='g: kat-tun' />
<category term='g: news' />
<category term='#drabble' />
<category term='g: arashi' />
</entry>
</feed>
<time>1219987478</time>
<feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' >
 <title type='text'>Supernatural Slash Talk</title>
 <link href="http://community.livejournal.com/snslashnotebook/" />
 <link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://community.livejournal.com/snslashnotebook/data/atom" />
 <author><name>Supernatural Slash goodness</name></author>
<entry>
<title>Protective Chapter 3</title>
<link href='http://community.livejournal.com/snslashnotebook/709867.html' />
<published>2008-08-29T05:24:37</published>
<updated>2008-08-29T05:24:37</updated>
<content type='html'>
Title: Protective&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author: Kilika Rei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: Ranging PG-13 to R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main Characters: Jared Padalecki &amp; Jensen Ackles; also features “Jillian Padalecki”, Tom Welling, Alexis Bledel, Elisha Cuthbert, Chad Michael Murray, Milo Ventimiglia, Sandra McCoy, Michael Rosenbaum, Nicki Aycox…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: I don&apos;t own much of anything, let alone Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles, especially with them being people and all. But basically... I don&apos;t claim anything but the story idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary: 22-year-old Jensen Ackles has been assigned as Jared Padalecki&apos;s bodyguard after the 18-year-old heir gets some creepy, stalkerish letters that have the police worried. He goes to the teen&apos;s boarding school to keep him safe, but also finds himself being drawn to the kid as a friend... and maybe more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Protective&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; Kilika Rei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; Ranging PG-13 to R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Main Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Jared Padalecki &amp; Jensen Ackles; also features “Jillian Padalecki”, Tom Welling, Alexis Bledel, Elisha Cuthbert, Chad Michael Murray, Milo Ventimiglia, Sandra McCoy, Michael Rosenbaum, Nicki Aycox…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; I don&apos;t own much of anything, let alone Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles, especially with them being people and all. But basically... I don&apos;t claim anything but the story idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; 22-year-old Jensen Ackles has been assigned as Jared Padalecki&apos;s bodyguard after the 18-year-old heir gets some creepy, stalkerish letters that have the police worried.  He goes to the teen&apos;s boarding school to keep him safe, but also finds himself being drawn to the kid as a friend... and maybe more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jensen glanced at his watch as he watched the plane pull into the gate, seeing that it was five minutes early and smiled. The day was starting out good. He pulled the photograph from his pocket, studying the faces he was to search for when the plane doors would open. The two people in the photo were both teens, the male was over half a foot taller than the female, and obviously older, but they were noticeably related; the same smile, same jaw line, same spark in their eyes. Jared and Jillian Padalecki, children of the well-known Alan Padalecki, founder of the multimillion dollar chain of restaurant/clubs around the world known as DREAM. Jensen notes that neither child looks like they are a snob, but he still makes a prayer to anyone who might be listening that they won’t be brats; mostly the boy, Jared, who is his main concern on this job. He’s a very attractive kid, actually, when he thinks about it; but he won’t. That would be very inappropriate in his line of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jensen Ackles is a bodyguard for hire, one of the best in his line of business even though he’s one of the youngest, only finishing school and training a little over a year ago. Over the course of a year he has ensured the safety of a few paranoid celebrities and a royal or two at certain events, but this is his first semi-permanent gig; keep the Padalecki kids, specifically Jared, safe until they catch some crazed fan. He didn’t have all the facts about that, but he would ask the kid when they had time. For now he needed to pick the siblings up and take them to the apartment, right next to The Hillcrest Academy campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’d read up on the school, trying to get an idea as to what he was getting into; Hillcrest Academy was a boarding school for (extremely) wealthy students, ranging from grades 6-12. From the tuition and room/board, to the cost of books and such, it was quite obvious that any normal kid wouldn’t be able to afford this school AND go to college afterwards unless they were on scholarship. Thinking about it, Jensen hoped for more than just the mercy of the Padalecki’s not being brats, but the entire school of 400 kids (give or take a few) or else he might go insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the jet bridge gate opens, Jensen takes one last, quick look at the photograph before sliding it back into his pocket and waits for the teens to walk out. After a few minutes people begin to trickle out the door, and Jensen doesn’t have to look closely to find Jared Padalecki, who looms over most of the people exiting, with Jillian at his side. The two are talking to one another as they walk out, Jared shouldering a backpack while taking the one that his sister is holding. Jensen can hear her protests over the murmur of the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Jared, for the millionth time in our lives I can carry my own bag!” she playfully punches his shoulder while trying to reach for her bag, but he merely holds it higher in the air where she obviously can’t reach it. She rolls her eyes but lets him hold it and they pause out of the way of the crowd, not knowing who they are looking for until Jensen steps up to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Jared and Jillian Padalecki, I’m Jensen Ackles; you are expecting me, yes?” he gets through the formalities, and they nod. “Great, if you’ll follow me; someone is handling your luggage, we are going straight to the car.” He grabs them by their upper arms and leads them through the crowded airport at a pace that Jared easily meets, but Jillian is jogging to keep up. Once they get outside Jensen pushes them towards the black SUV waiting at the curb, opening the back door so they can step inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey man, what’s the rush?” Jared’s tone is easy, not an attitude, almost like he’s joking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Just want to make good time is all.” Jensen says coolly, closing the door. A minute later a few men step out rolling luggage and they go straight to Jensen; he looks over the few bags, surprised that each teen only had two bags. He shrugs and lets them load the luggage into the trunk, hands them each a tip, and then steps into the drivers seat. He’s surprised to see Jared sitting shotgun, and he glances in the back to see Jillian lying across the seats already dozing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“She doesn’t like flying much; the stress tires her out so I told her to sleep.” Jared explains. Jensen doesn’t really see a problem with it, so he nods and glides the SUV from it’s space and they hit the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive is quiet for the first 15 minutes apart from the radio, which is at a low level and Jensen doesn’t move to raise the volume; Jared has mostly been looking out the window, one leg tucked under his body while the other bounces lightly with what Jensen assumes is unconcealed energy. The kid seems okay, both do actually, but Jensen still prayed he wasn’t playing innocent and wasn’t going to turn into some arrogant, spoiled brat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So I hear you’re the youngest in your department.” Jared finally speaks up, turning to face Jensen while tucking the leg that was bouncing under his body along with the other so he’s sitting cross-legged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s true.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s cool. Why’d you join? I mean, of course you don’t have to answer that, if you don’t want. I don’t mean to be so forward. Just curious.” Jared rambles slightly, a blush creeping up his neck that Jensen doesn’t notice with his eyes on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s fine, not too forward of a question. I like helping people, making them feel safe, and this is way more hands on than just working in a police department.” Jensen responds, glancing at the teen. He’s almost startled by the hazel eyes staring at him, complete attention fixed on the older man and sparkling with interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hands on, huh? You like beating people up or something?” Jared laughs loudly, and then smacks a hand over his mouth while turning to look in the back. Jillian is still asleep, her brown curls falling across her face, so Jared gently tucks them behind one ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, I don’t like ‘beating people up,’ I just like working with people… and if the situation warrants it, I’m aloud to beat people up more than I could if I were a police officer.” He grins as he hears Jared laugh again, this one made quiet so it’s more of a chuckle. The teen suddenly bends over to go through the backpack he left on the floor, shuffling through until he pulls out a bag of gummy bears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Want some?” he asks while using his teeth to tear open the bag, and then tossing a handful into his mouth. Jensen shakes his head, trying to keep the smirk off of his face and his eyes on the road or he might bust out laughing. The kid is popping the bears into his mouth, talking with his mouth full about something that Jensen can’t understand through the muffled text, and just looking more like an 8-year-old than an 18-year-old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Would you repeat that for me? I couldn’t understand you while you were eating.” Jensen finally says when Jared looks at him like he’s supposed to add in his own dialogue. A blush spreads across his cheeks as he repeats what he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Uh, I asked about what we’re doing for living arrangements since I’m almost positive you’re not aloud to sleep in the dorms.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s all taken care of, we have an apartment next to campus. Didn’t your father tell you?” Jensen was 100% positive that he had gone through this information with Mr. Padalecki, didn’t he pass it along to his kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well Dad’s been in China and Japan most of the summer, doesn’t get to call that often with the time difference and work and all.” Jared replies simply. Jensen frowns slightly, but doesn’t say anything; these kids live at a boarding school for almost ten months out of the year and then their father doesn’t visit them in the summer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Did your dad tell you anything about how this year will be?” Jensen asks, hoping his tone is cool instead of annoyed. He’s rewarded when Jared doesn’t seem to get defensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Not really.” Jared admitted, laughing. “When he’s traveling he kinda looses his head. I doubt he’d remember to take care of himself if he didn’t have Laurence around.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, I guess I’ll give you a bit of a rundown. I’m here to keep you and your sister protected, but mostly you. Later I need you to tell me everything about those letters, or if possible show them to me. When you want to go anywhere, you tell me first. When you want to leave, you tell me first. I need to know where you are at all times during the day, okay?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes sir.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And I know that it’s annoying but- wait, what?” Jensen looked at the teen, confused by the lack of fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I said yes, okay? I get that you’re here to make sure I’m safe, I’m not going to argue with you about it.” Jared gives him that easy smile again and Jensen turns to look back at the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well good. That’s great. Um, what was I saying?” Jensen is uncomfortable, he’s never felt so flustered and he doesn’t get why. He’s not used to having someone so compliant after dealing with diva pop stars, who really liked to whine, all year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You need to know where I am at all times.” Jared responds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Right, yeah; so I’ll need you to let me know every meeting, practice, game, or just whatever you do. Are you big on school organizations?” Jensen bets he is, and for once today he isn’t wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ha, yeah, I guess you could say that. I’m on the soccer team, class council and I’m a photographer for the school paper.” Jared feels the blush heating his cheeks again, so he laughs to cover up the shy embarrassment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t get enough photography with the paparazzi following you around all the time, huh?” Jensen means it as a joke, but doesn’t miss the annoyance that spreads across Jared’s face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I hate it, actually, that’s why I only work in the arts section of the paper.” He snaps, blowing his thick bangs from his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sorry, did I hit a nerve there?” Jared sighs again, but it’s not an angry one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m sorry, didn’t mean to snap at you. It’s just annoying, you know? Before that stupid article I was normal, or as normal as my life could be I guess, and then all of a sudden all of America has to watch my every move! And it’s not like anyone follows me because I did anything to warrant the attention; I didn’t cure cancer or help orphans, I’m just some cute, rich guy that pre-teens want to ogle. They don’t know anything about me.” Jared finally shuts his mouth and looks embarrassed for saying so much as his blush comes back full force. Jensen kicks the thought that he likes seeing the kid blush to the very, very back corner of his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sounds like you’ve been thinking about that for a while. What article are you talking about?” Jensen never really read tabloids, so he has no idea what Jared meant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jared takes a breath. “Last year some magazine, People or something, did a list of &lt;br /&gt;“America’s 20 Hottest Heirs Under 20” and named me in it. Before the list, sure paparazzi would snap my picture every once and a while, but then afterwards they were following me everywhere! I couldn’t go anywhere without getting mobbed or people throwing themselves in front of me to get a picture of me going to the freaking grocery store. It’s just… inconvenient I guess.” Jared let his headrest against the headrest behind him, eyes closed as he finished softly. Jensen wasn’t sure what to say to that, he spent at least 30 seconds trying to fish up anything besides “I’m sorry” which wouldn’t help at all. “But you learn to live with it I guess. So, you never saw the magazine?” Jared looked at him curiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, I don’t read magazines.” Jensen saw Jared smile from his peripheral. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Cool.” It sounded simple, but it also sounded like the greatest thing the kid had heard in a long while too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid2&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Protective&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; Kilika Rei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; Ranging PG-13 to R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Main Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Jared Padalecki &amp; Jensen Ackles; also features “Jillian Padalecki”, Tom Welling, Alexis Bledel, Elisha Cuthbert, Chad Michael Murray, Milo Ventimiglia, Sandra McCoy, Michael Rosenbaum, Nicki Aycox…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; I don&apos;t own much of anything, let alone Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles, especially with them being people and all. But basically... I don&apos;t claim anything but the story idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; 22-year-old Jensen Ackles has been assigned as Jared Padalecki&apos;s bodyguard after the 18-year-old heir gets some creepy, stalkerish letters that have the police worried.  He goes to the teen&apos;s boarding school to keep him safe, but also finds himself being drawn to the kid as a friend... and maybe more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Jensen pulled into the parking garage underneath the apartment building Jillian started waking up, letting out a jaw popping yawn as she stretched her arms above her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Where are we?” she mumbled, rubbing sleep from her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Apartment.  Jensen can’t sleep in the dorms, so we’re living off campus.” Jared grinned toothily at his younger sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Cool.  Does that mean we can have parties?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No.” Jensen said it before Jared could reply, getting a pout that no 18-year-old should possess.  “No parties, not even too many friends over at once.  Sorry.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Damn, and Chad said he was bringing his bong this year too.  Oh well...” Jared shrugged, busting out laughing when Jensen sent him a pointed glare.  “Just kidding, just kidding.  I don’t do that.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You don’t, but I wouldn’t put it past Chad.  But can you please tell him no smoking anything in the apartment, &lt;i&gt;please&lt;/i&gt;?  Your dorm reeked last year.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you aloud to smoke in the dorms?” Jensen asked, finally pulling into a parking spot.  The look on his face made it obvious that he knew the answer, so Jared stayed quiet, but not Jillian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, but Chad doesn’t really like rules.  He likes to find as many ways to bend them as much as possible.” Jillian replied for Jared, pulling her backpack from in between his legs on the passenger seat floor with a tug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Watch it!” he exclaimed, but the smile never left his face.  “But you had to admit, the look on Mr. Kripke’s face when Chad explained that he never smoked INSIDE the room, it was always outside the window, was priceless.  I’ve never seen that hue of purple before.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“As much fun as this topic is,” Jensen said dryly, “lets get your luggage and go inside.”  He stepped out of the SUV, walking to the back and getting the hatch open before the siblings could make it back there.  “Well, grab your bags and lets go!” he grinned as they groaned, pulling their large suitcases from the back.  He grabbed his own, single, bag and closed the car, locking it as he walked passed the trudging teens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Do you really only have one bag?” Jillian asked when they caught up with the older man waiting for an elevator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t need a lot of clothing.  Just some slacks, dress shirts, a few things to work out in…” Jensen shifted from one foot to the other.  He didn’t care to talk about clothes; he’d never had much of it so why change that now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s all you’re going to wear for the next year?  You didn’t bring anything to just hang out, to go out for fun… and you’re wearing slacks every day?” Jared looked at him with one raised eyebrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The school has a formal dress code; you wear uniforms, I wear nice slacks and dress shirts, so yes.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Jared give the guy a break, just because you’re a guy with style doesn’t mean everyone is.  Not to mention the extra help you have with being gay and all.” Jillian giggled as she dodged a swat to the back of her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’ll tell you again that being gay has nothing to do with fashion sense.” He rolled his eyes, and then his shoulders stiffened when he looked at Jensen, as if just remembering he was there.  “I, uh, you don’t care about that, do you?  Me being gay…?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That would make me quite the hypocrite, so no I don’t have a problem.” Jensen answered stiffly.  He was an hour into his job and his client already knew his sexual orientation.  Great.  Well at least Jared was gay too, so maybe it wouldn’t be so awkward if he was caught staring at… &lt;i&gt;No!  Whoa, way out of line!  His father is paying you to keep him safe, not ogle him.&lt;/i&gt;  Jensen swallowed, hopefully discreetly, and quickly stepped into the elevator as the doors opened with a ‘ping!’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’re gay too?  Damnit, every good-looking guy is gay nowadays!  Everyone but Chad…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t you even &lt;b&gt;think&lt;/b&gt; about starting anything with Chad, Jillian.  And if he starts anything I’ll kill him, so keep him out of trouble.” Jared practically growled out the words.  Jillian merely laughed, pushing Jared into the elevator ahead of her and pulled her luggage in beside her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Duh I wouldn’t go after him Jay, he’s kind of weird sometimes.  If I ever wanted any of your friends it would have been Tom, but he’s gay too, of course.” Jillian sighed wistfully.  “Guess I should just hope for some new students in the freshman class since I would never date anyone in it now.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You shouldn’t date anyone, period.  Not till you’re at least 16.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This sounds like an almost exact conversation I had with my sister once, and let me tell you Jared, she’s not going to listen to you.  So unless you want her sneaking around, which will be difficult with me here, I suggest you just let her play nice with the boys.”  Jillian was smirking at Jared as Jensen continued.  “Besides, I’ll scare them off anyway.” Jensen smirked at the young girl when her jaw dropped, stepping out of the elevator when it reached their floor.  Jared was grinning as he followed the man, but Jillian looked absolutely terrified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Jensen, tell me you won’t!  …Jensen!” she ran after him, not very well with her bags making it harder for her, but managed to catch up to him.  “Jensen, come on, don’t become worse than Jared!  You’re supposed to &lt;b&gt;help&lt;/b&gt; me!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, I’m supposed to protect you, not help you sneak boyfriends past your brother.” Jensen corrected her, pulling the apartment key from his pocket and pushing the door open.  Jillian was unable to respond when she walked inside, once more flabbergasted but instead at the interior of the apartment rather than at Jensen’s teasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Padalecki rented out the apartment and Jensen had already seen it, equipped it with alarms, made places for his weapons, and even set up a panic room, but the beauty of it still took his breath away… in the manliest way possible.  Walking inside brought them immediately into a wide, high ceiling entryway, a large plush rug spread across the hard wood floor, and a tasteful crystal chandelier above their heads.  Looking ahead, they could see the living room and dining room, separated by a half wall, both will full floor to ceiling windows that gave them a backdrop of the darkening sky, the setting sun painting the sky with colors of pink and gold.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soft lighting lit the rooms and despite the obviously expensive furniture, it felt cozy; not like touching something would ruin the elegance.  The first room to the room was a kitchen, with all stainless steel appliances; dish washer, oven and stove, and as well as a fully stocked fridge and pantry.  They walked further in, now able to fully see the living room decorated in shades of brown, the most prominent feature being the large, wrap around couch made of the softest leather.  Looking in the dining room gave them a view of the dark, chocolate cherry pedestal table surrounded by matching chairs with white upholstery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Holy shit.” Jillian finally whispered, not even responding the hit her brother gave her.  “We’re living here?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That is the plan.” Jensen replied, already having had his ‘holy shit’ moments when he was prepping the place.  “Your rooms are down the left hallway, they’re already decorated so you’ll know which ones are yours.  Before that though, I need you to follow me.” They nodded, following silently down the hallway to their right until they reached the end of the hall, where there were two doors; one to the left, the other on the wall that was the dead end of the hall.  Pointing to the left door Jensen said, “This is my room,” then pointing straight at the other door, “this is the panic room.”  He opened the door, but it looked like a normal closet.  “Looks like a closet, but if you push this box over, you’ll find a sliding door in the wall; crawl through that and it’ll take you to the panic room which has a lock on the inside.  There’s another door that opens into my closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Now, I only want to tell you this once so listen; every entrance/exit has an alarm.  Once I set it, if anyone, including the both of you, tries to leave or come in I’ll know.  So no climbing out of or even opening windows, or trying the front door, or going to the roof after I set the alarm.  Got it?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes sir.” Jared and Jillian said in unison while making a salute, before breaking out in laughter at the ‘not amused’ face Jensen was making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m serious; as soon as that alarm goes off, my gun comes out and I don’t want to kill one of your friends who thought it would be cute to sneak in.”  Once he was satisfied that they understood he walked back into the entry and picked up his bag.  “Alright, you can get settled.  I’ll be around.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Jared and Jillian practically sprinted to their bedrooms, Jensen dropped his bag on his bed and then went back into the kitchen, pulling items from the cupboards and refrigerator to start dinner.  He might be just a bodyguard, but he’d been cooking for himself since he was tall enough to reach the stove and he had a feeling that neither of the two teens he now lived with had ever done more than boil water.  Well, that might be a quick assumption but he was still going to cook for the few nights they had until they would be eating in the dining hall with the rest of the school.  He shivered at the thought of what they could cook in bulk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About an hour later the aroma seemed to pull Jared from his room, as he walked into the kitchen and leaned against the counter to watch Jensen as he stirred a saucepan filled with chicken, peppers, onion, garlic and other foods that had Jared’s mouth watering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; that?” he finally asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Asiago Sun-Dried Tomato Pasta.  Minus the bacon.” Jensen replied, adding a creamy sauce into the pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Good, Jill doesn’t eat pork.  Can I help with anything?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I know; that’s why it’s minus the bacon.  And you can set the table if you really want.  But leave the plates in here.” Jensen stirred the pan again, saying a quick thanks when Jared stacked the plates next to the stove and moved into the dining room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Uh… where’s the table stuff?” he asked as he shuffled back into the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, bottom drawer of the cabinet in the dining room has placemats and tablecloths; silverware is in the top right hand drawer and napkins to the left.” Jensen started tossing the mixture with pasta, letting the sauce coat it evenly.  “Let Jillian know dinner’s ready.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Jill!  Dinner!” Jared shouted and Jensen shook his head.  Why did he think that just because they had money that they would act like anything but teenagers?  He had the plates out on the table when Jillian trudged down the hallway, yawning.  “Did you take another nap?  Jeez, you won’t be able to sleep later tonight.” Jared smiled affectionately at her as she merely yawned again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, I didn’t sleep &lt;b&gt;last&lt;/b&gt; night.  I’ll sleep plenty fine tonight.” She finally said, plopping down into her chair.  She looked at the plate, inhaling deeply before sighing contently.  “What is this?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Asiago Sun-Dried Tomato Pasta, without bacon.” Jared replied, turning to look at the older man.  “How did you know Jill doesn’t eat pork anyway?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I know lots of things about you two; what you don’t eat, allergies, your medical history including what your blood type is… just little important things.” He shrugged, and then started eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t even know what blood type I am.” Jared laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“O positive.  And Jillian is AB positive.  It’s quite weird, actually.” Jensen frowned while taking another bite of his dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What does that mean?  What’s the different?” Jillian asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, you’ll probably learn it sometime in biology but basically Jared can only receive blood from other O type blood donors, while you can receive blood from any blood type.  On the other hand, Jared can give blood to most blood recipients while you can only give to other A or B recipients.  Your dad has A positive, while your mom was B positive; one of them must have had an intensely recessive O somewhere in the bloodline though for Jared to be O.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Recessive?” Jillian looked at him blankly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hidden, Jill.” Jared interrupted.  “Recessive is like a hidden gene; like, you know how Lindy has red hair even though both of her parents are brunette?  One of her parents must’ve had a relative with red hair and the gene was hidden amongst the brunette genes and showed up in Lindy.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh!  Okay.  Jared, was the year you took biology also the year you were thinking of becoming a doctor?  Because that’s the only reason I can think of you remembering something like that.  And will you please help me with biology this year?” she smiled at him innocently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sorry I remember what I learn, Jill, and not if you keep up that attitude.” He grumbled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You so will.  You would never let me fail anything.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You would never let &lt;b&gt;yourself&lt;/b&gt; fail anything, Jill.  You’re smart enough to do pass bio on your own.  Make a study group if you have trouble.” He laughed as she tried to pout, but Jared was the only Padalecki child blessed with the puppy dog look apparently.  Not that Jensen noticed or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So, a doctor huh?  That’s pretty hard work.” Jensen coughed, starting a new subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah I thought I wanted to do that, but not so much anymore.” Jared shrugged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How come?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Jared hates other people’s blood.” Jillian said, blocking the swat to her head.  “It’s &lt;b&gt;true&lt;/b&gt; Jay!  You nearly passed out that time Chad broke his arm and the bone was sticking out, remember?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That was disgusting.” Jared shuddered at the memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, but when the paramedics got there they thought &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt; were in need of help because Chad was acting normal while you were pale as a sheet and about to fall over.” Jillian snickered, actually getting a knock to the back of her head this time.  “Hey!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So, no doctor career then.  What are you thinking about?  It’s senior year and you need to start applying to colleges.” Jensen pointed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, I’ve thought of a few things… A couple universities…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Jared stop being so shy and modest; he wants to major in photography and he’s already gotten offers from the Brooks Institute, Academy of Art University, and the School of Visual Arts.  But he’s also applied to The Art Institute of Fort Lauderdale, Harrington College of Design, and lots of other places.  I think he should go to the School of Visual Arts, personally, but he wants to have ‘options’ and-“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Jill would you shut up for like two minutes?” Jared was blushing furiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; weren’t about to say anything about how good you are so &lt;b&gt;someone&lt;/b&gt; had to.” She insisted, but stopped her ranting.  Once Jared was done, he cleared his place and took his dishes to the kitchen where the sink started running. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He okay?” Jensen asked, a crease forming between his eyes with concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, he’s just kinda shy and hates talking about himself, not to mention Dad really wants him to go into business so he can take over the chain.” She sighed.  “He’s just going to do some cleaning and then he’ll be back to happy Jared again, so don’t worry too much.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jensen tried to follow her advice, but still found himself quickly (but not noticeably so) finishing his dinner and then took his dishes into the kitchen, where Jared was scrubbing the pots clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The cook doesn’t clean, so don’t try to stop me.” Jared said before Jensen could open his mouth.  The teen turned his head to grin at him and took the plates from his hands to place them in the soapy water in the other sink.  Jensen didn’t try to stop him, and when he tried to help he just got a flick of water to his face, so he just sat on the island counter in the middle of the kitchen watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jared broke the silence.   “Jill and I always clean the dishes at home to help Laurence out, and he bitches about it every single time but he needs a break in his old age.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Laurence is your father’s assistant, right?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Assistant, guardian… either way.” Jared laughed.  “Laurence has worked for Dad since before he married my mom and he does practically everything; keeps the staff in line, chauffeured us all around, cooked meals…  After Mom died he pretty much raised us while Dad dealt with his grief, and then when he threw himself into work.  He makes sure Dad takes care of himself while he’s traveling, but he always comes home during our school holidays, whether Dad can or can’t.  He’s a good guy, more than just ‘hired help,’ probably more like family.” Jared has finished the hand washing and then places everything into the dishwasher quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sounds like a nice guy.”  That’s all Jensen can think to say.  He was never close to anyone, family or not, until he got into college, so it was hard to think of someone like that for your entire life.  The two were content to stand in a comfortable silence, listening to the dishwasher fill with water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was the normal move in day for the other students, so, although Jensen wanted them to stay at the apartment, they went down to greet their friends.  Jillian quickly found her girlfriends and went with one of them to help her move in, since the other girl had parents there, while Jensen followed Jared as he walked to the Senior building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yo Jay!  What’s this about not being suitemates?  I’m hurt!” the voice boomed over the crowd of people, but quickly drew closer to Jared and Jensen was finally able to see the owner of the voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was tall, though not as tall as Jared, almost 6’0”, his dirt blonde hair buzzed close to his head, a cigarette tucked behind one ear, and honey brown eyes that sparkled with mischief.  When he reached the two men, he pulled Jared into a quick hug, slapping him on the back before moving away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sorry man, I’m not living in the dorms at all this year.  Chad, meet Jensen; Jensen, Chad.” Jared introduced them and Chad looked at him as if just noticing him standing there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh!  Right, the bodyguard.  Nice to meet you dude; anyone keeping that creepy fuck away from Jay is cool in my book.” Chad shook his hand and winked.  “So you think Tom will move from his single to room with me?  I don’t want to be put with some random guy who transfers and is awkward because he doesn’t know anyone.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s not nice Chad!”  This was a new, female, voice that came from behind Jensen, so he turned and found himself face to face with a blonde, bombshell… or that’s what he would consider her if he liked women.  She was around 5’8”, her body thin yet curvy, bleached blonde hair falling in a sexier version of a bob around her oval face, and her deep blue eyes were fixed on him.  He felt a blush heat his cheeks as she, not so discreetly, swept her eyes up and down his body and smirked; then she walked past him, swaying her hips in her tight jeans as she went to stand next to Chad.  Jensen was never more grateful to be gay than at that moment, or he might be having a problem in his boxers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Fresh meat is always the most fun to catch.  If you room with someone new you can introduce me.” She purred.  It was obvious that Chad liked the attention she gave him, but she was soon turning to look back at Jensen.  “I’m Elisha, and what is your name?” she, subtly, licked her lips and folded her arms to make the breasts in her tank top become dangerously close to spilling out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s Jensen, Jared’s bodyguard; now put the girls away and quite throwing yourself at the stranger.” Chad growled, pulling her hands down.  Elisha pouted slightly, but didn’t attempt flirting again.  Jensen sighed with relief at being saved by Chad, Jared flashing him an apologetic smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Elisha’s kind of forward like that all the time.  I should have warned you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Not like you knew she was going to do that.” Jensen replied, trying to re-compose himself after that awkward exchange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But we could have expected it.  She’s really a nice girl when you know her, but if you’re hot and have a dick she’ll go after you.” Chad turned to say it, getting a loud ‘smack!’ on his arm from the Elisha in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Just because I don’t want to have sex with you doesn’t mean I have sex with &lt;b&gt;everyone&lt;/b&gt; else.” She glared at the blonde, but it was playful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, just almost everyone.  Hey Jared, how was your summer?” another girl joined the group, kissing Jared’s cheek, and following as they started to walk over to a group of benches, since they obviously weren’t going to be moving their things into the dorms for a little while.  She was Elisha’s height but very different from her; she had pale skin, chocolate brown hair fell in layers around her shoulders, kind blue eyes were set in a soft face and her overall physique spoke volumes that she confident, but not arrogant, kind, but not a push over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s been mostly normal, but you know about the not so normal.  Oh, Alexis this is Jensen, and vice versa.” Jared did another introduction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nice to meet you Jensen, very glad to have you keeping our Jared out of trouble.” She shook his hand, her blue eyes looking straight into his green ones, as if trying to read him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You all speak about me like I often have crazy, stalker fans sending me love letters and that I need a big plastic bubble to keep me safe from the world.” Jared huffed, but his cheeks were not pink from anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We just like knowing you’re okay Jared; no one likes you being hurt.” Alexis said softly, sharing a look with Jared that seemed to mean more than &lt;i&gt;no one likes you being hurt by ‘crazy, stalker fans’&lt;/i&gt;.  The entire group seemed to be sharing a moment that Jensen didn’t understand, so he tried not to act awkward or intrusive.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well I’m a big boy, I’m always okay.” Jared finally responded, voice rough with a held back emotion.  He looked around and then jumped up as he noticed someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Tom!  Hey, over here!” he waved over a dark haired teen.  The boy was tall and definitely toned, model worthy black hair falling into intensely blue eyes and a smile that could break some hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey Jay, everyone.” Tom nodded his greeting and everyone waved.  “So, is this him?” he gestured to Jensen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, ‘him’ is Jensen.” Jared replied, elbowing his side.  “Please don’t tell me you’re going to be all macho, hide Jared from the cruel world on me too?  Just say hi and get it done with.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nice to meet you Tom.” Jensen stuck his hand out, keeping a straight face when he received a death grip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Jensen.  You gonna be good for him?” he asked, ignoring Jared’s groan as he collapsed onto a bench.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m going to protect him with all of my power, if that’s what you mean.” Jensen replied calmly, keeping eye contact.  He might feel uncomfortable with sexy or perceptive women, but a power struggle with a man he could do.  He didn’t break the eye contact until Tom nodded sharply and looked away himself, feeling like he’d finally passed a test but didn’t know why he cared so much.  He finally tuned back into the conversation to hear Chad’s whining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But Tommmm!  Come on, it’ll be fun!  Senior year, just the two of us and we’re not even sharing a bedroom!  Just the living area and bathroom!  &lt;i&gt;Please&lt;/i&gt;???” he was &lt;b&gt;actually&lt;/b&gt; down on his knees, begging in front of the other teen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No way Chad.  I finally have a room to myself, where I can finally have quiet when I need to study, and I’m not letting you mess that up.  Deal with hanging out with someone new.” He laughed as Chad’s head hung in defeat.  He then got back up to his feet and started walking over to the check in table, grumbling something about ‘what a great friend’ under his breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That was kind of harsh Tom.” Alexis watched Chad walk away with a small frown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Do you want to volunteer to room with him?” he watched the look of horrow show on her face.  “Exactly.  Jared might have let him get away with being a slob last year, but I’m not dealing with it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, are you saying I’m a push over?” Jared exclaimed, pushin