<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309526</id><updated>2011-07-08T09:24:08.164+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Oubliette</title><subtitle type='html'>Random thoughts, questions and niggles about me, people (the human populace), work, life and the world.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unique-oubliette.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309526/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unique-oubliette.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Unique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434571793271538103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309526.post-942192724758362819</id><published>2009-08-03T18:21:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T18:27:52.272+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Fed up with everything</title><summary type='text'>I start levelling a character with someone, they don't bother to level with me, they go on ahead and get further and further ahead of me. Then when I go to log on to catch up, I have to get up and leave the pc for a moment and my husband decides to begin a game of scrabble on facebook.   Mobwars and short games like that I do not mind.  But Scrabble!!!!   Come on!!World of Warcraft is about the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309526/posts/default/942192724758362819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309526/posts/default/942192724758362819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unique-oubliette.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#942192724758362819' title='Fed up with everything'/><author><name>Unique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434571793271538103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309526.post-4038930852872102316</id><published>2009-07-10T18:20:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T18:24:27.104+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Two things:One:When I am in a happy/good mood and some negative thing is said about me that just drags my day right down and pisses me off. It is not necessary, it has just ruined my day and made me not want to be near that person.  Which makes them shitty too.  Why do it to me if you don't want to be in a shitty mood either? Two:I am saving teabags by having two cups of tea out of the one teabag</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309526/posts/default/4038930852872102316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309526/posts/default/4038930852872102316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unique-oubliette.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#4038930852872102316' title=''/><author><name>Unique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434571793271538103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309526.post-109393361404109709</id><published>2004-08-31T16:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T16:26:54.040+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Diana</title><summary type='text'>Seven years have passed since the day you were forced to leave us.Here's to you Diana, Princess of Wales.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309526/posts/default/109393361404109709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309526/posts/default/109393361404109709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unique-oubliette.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109393361404109709' title='Diana'/><author><name>Unique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434571793271538103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309526.post-109315869539948809</id><published>2004-08-22T17:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T17:11:35.400+10:00</updated><title type='text'>. . . my Oubliette. </title><summary type='text'>I thought it was about time for a colour change  :-)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309526/posts/default/109315869539948809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309526/posts/default/109315869539948809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unique-oubliette.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109315869539948809' title='. . . my Oubliette. '/><author><name>Unique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434571793271538103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309526.post-109228314768636264</id><published>2004-08-12T13:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T17:47:40.496+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Take away hot chocolate, cappuccino, etc</title><summary type='text'>Why in God's name can't you get a full cup or mug of whatever beverage you ask for?Surely they don't have to put 1 to 2 inches of froth on the top!When I ask for a mug of Hot Chocolate, I expect a full mug, not half froth and half liquid when I'm paying over $3.00 (Aussie dollars) for it.And what is the go with the dirty look I receive when I ask for "a mug of hot chocolate with no froth"??</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309526/posts/default/109228314768636264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309526/posts/default/109228314768636264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unique-oubliette.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109228314768636264' title='Take away hot chocolate, cappuccino, etc'/><author><name>Unique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434571793271538103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309526.post-108613205750783898</id><published>2004-06-02T09:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T09:20:57.506+10:00</updated><title type='text'>~!~</title><summary type='text'>Gee I've been slack, I've not updated in a while.Hopefully this weekend I'll be able to go back and fill in the days between the 19th of May and today.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309526/posts/default/108613205750783898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309526/posts/default/108613205750783898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unique-oubliette.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108613205750783898' title='~!~'/><author><name>Unique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434571793271538103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309526.post-108494467424117323</id><published>2004-05-19T15:31:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T15:31:14.243+10:00</updated><title type='text'>*watches as once beautiful Australian culture goes down the drain*</title><summary type='text'>Why in God's name can't the Australian media etc keep the Australian way of talking.  For example:   it is a Railway station, not a train station.  Once again america is taking over my country.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309526/posts/default/108494467424117323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309526/posts/default/108494467424117323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unique-oubliette.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108494467424117323' title='*watches as once beautiful Australian culture goes down the drain*'/><author><name>Unique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434571793271538103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309526.post-108486223773975242</id><published>2004-05-18T16:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T16:37:17.740+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Inconsiderate people</title><summary type='text'>Why can't people have some thought for other people.   Society was much nicer when we were brought up to respect our elders, do as we were told and have some thought for others.This morning when I was walking to work (almost a kilometre - on the road as my street doesn't have footpaths yet) cars were passing me and not slowing down, not even moving over to avoid splashing me.On a rainy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309526/posts/default/108486223773975242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309526/posts/default/108486223773975242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unique-oubliette.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108486223773975242' title='Inconsiderate people'/><author><name>Unique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434571793271538103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309526.post-108424070015360520</id><published>2004-05-11T11:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T11:58:20.153+10:00</updated><title type='text'>*grumble*</title><summary type='text'>When ya go to the loo, and you choose a cubicle right up the end, even when there's no one else in the room.  Why is it that when someone else enters, they go into the cubicle right next to you, even tho there are 4 or more empty cubicles?Why?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309526/posts/default/108424070015360520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309526/posts/default/108424070015360520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unique-oubliette.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108424070015360520' title='*grumble*'/><author><name>Unique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434571793271538103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309526.post-107938324474028334</id><published>2004-03-16T07:40:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T07:43:59.983+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, popularity and loneliness</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I get the feeling that no-one is interested in hearing what I say, how I'm feeling or what my dreams/goals are.When you're talking to someone it is nice to have them "stay with your conversation"  not suddenly lose interest and start talking to the person who sat down on the other side of them.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309526/posts/default/107938324474028334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309526/posts/default/107938324474028334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unique-oubliette.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107938324474028334' title='Me, popularity and loneliness'/><author><name>Unique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434571793271538103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309526.post-107864189290504093</id><published>2004-03-07T17:44:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T17:50:28.733+11:00</updated><title type='text'>People believing others when they could try believing what they see/hear themselves.</title><summary type='text'>Don't ya just love it when someone forms an opinion of you from what some other person has said about you?With me they're wrong, what you get is what you see.  A shy, innocent, very self consious 27 year old who can work til she drops if given the chance.  Not some useless no hoper who likes someone to their face and then bags the shit out of them behind their back.   I don't do that to people </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309526/posts/default/107864189290504093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309526/posts/default/107864189290504093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unique-oubliette.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107864189290504093' title='People believing others when they could try believing what they see/hear themselves.'/><author><name>Unique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434571793271538103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309526.post-107864149012721823</id><published>2004-03-07T17:38:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T17:41:13.670+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Male drivers</title><summary type='text'>Scenario:Sitting at a round-about, which you know by reputation as being rather dangerous, waiting for a car to make up its mind what it is doing.  A male driver stops behind you, after 2 seconds gets impatient and toots his 4-wheel drive horn at you and gestures at you.What is their problem?  *Aaahhhhhh*I was taught "drive how you feel comfortable"   I do just that.  If other impatient </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309526/posts/default/107864149012721823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309526/posts/default/107864149012721823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unique-oubliette.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107864149012721823' title='Male drivers'/><author><name>Unique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434571793271538103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309526.post-107614968214561208</id><published>2004-02-07T21:28:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T21:30:26.200+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugg boots and the flamin Americans.</title><summary type='text'>We (Australians) invented them, we'll call em what we want.  The bloody americans have no right to demand that we stop calling our boots "Ugg"*Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309526/posts/default/107614968214561208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309526/posts/default/107614968214561208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unique-oubliette.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107614968214561208' title='Ugg boots and the flamin Americans.'/><author><name>Unique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434571793271538103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309526.post-107463017976336671</id><published>2004-01-21T07:22:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T07:24:59.716+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Words (grammar)</title><summary type='text'>Australia's education system needs to go back a few steps, back to when kids were taught "the Three R's"  (if you don't know them, they were "Reading, (w)Riting, and (a)Rithmetic")    Skills and values you use in life, not all this other crap.  Sure it is nice to learn another language, but it is not imperative to life!Over use of the word "and" drives me up the wall.eg.  When going for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309526/posts/default/107463017976336671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309526/posts/default/107463017976336671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unique-oubliette.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107463017976336671' title='Words (grammar)'/><author><name>Unique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434571793271538103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309526.post-107462906330938517</id><published>2004-01-21T07:04:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T07:06:23.420+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Australia's education system.</title><summary type='text'>Kids aren't being taught good values anymore, there's no respect; either for themselves or others. They've no idea how to write a receipt when the cash register doesn't work when the power has gone off,  they don't know how to count out change properly, they wouldn't know how to fix a simple thing around the house, or get a stain out of a shirt, tablecloth or the like.Also where the heck did </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309526/posts/default/107462906330938517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309526/posts/default/107462906330938517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unique-oubliette.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107462906330938517' title='Australia&apos;s education system.'/><author><name>Unique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434571793271538103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309526.post-107450086764845273</id><published>2004-01-19T19:27:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T19:29:45.390+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Canst we not have a moments peace?</title><summary type='text'>Why is it that when sitting in a relatively empty restaurant, someone (usually a group of ppl) has always got to come and sit at the table closest to you?!  Especially when you've chosen an out of the way corner to have a quiet dinner together.  I don't get it!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309526/posts/default/107450086764845273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309526/posts/default/107450086764845273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unique-oubliette.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107450086764845273' title='Canst we not have a moments peace?'/><author><name>Unique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434571793271538103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309526.post-107402551594072737</id><published>2004-01-14T07:19:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T07:27:06.216+11:00</updated><title type='text'>... blind people.</title><summary type='text'>Not blind as in can't see.  No, I'm talking about the ones that can see quite well.When waiting for someone outside a shop and you know there's a person is in a parked car behind you just staring at your back, I mean really boring into you with their eyes.   Even though you're facing the shop window, you can see them staring at you, and also feel it.Even when you turn around stare at them and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309526/posts/default/107402551594072737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309526/posts/default/107402551594072737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unique-oubliette.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107402551594072737' title='... blind people.'/><author><name>Unique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434571793271538103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309526.post-107394468309162336</id><published>2004-01-13T08:58:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T08:58:23.563+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Americanisation (again)</title><summary type='text'>I'm sick of hearing the word ninedy or ninedies.    Can't the americans get it right?   The word has a "T" in it!  NINETY*sigh*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309526/posts/default/107394468309162336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309526/posts/default/107394468309162336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unique-oubliette.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107394468309162336' title='Americanisation (again)'/><author><name>Unique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434571793271538103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309526.post-107379415350511107</id><published>2004-01-11T15:09:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T15:09:34.223+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Pronunciation.</title><summary type='text'>What is with the Americans and the word Herb?!?!?!   Does it not have a "H" in front of it?It's Herb people, not erb.*sheesh*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309526/posts/default/107379415350511107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309526/posts/default/107379415350511107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unique-oubliette.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107379415350511107' title='Pronunciation.'/><author><name>Unique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434571793271538103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309526.post-107371894212780125</id><published>2004-01-10T18:15:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T18:16:02.530+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What makes the popular people of this world popular?   And the rest of us have to scrounge for a bit of popularity?!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309526/posts/default/107371894212780125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309526/posts/default/107371894212780125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unique-oubliette.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107371894212780125' title=''/><author><name>Unique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18434571793271538103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
